MUSCLE DOMINATION – PART ONE

Chris convulsed his massive round pecs.  Since his beginning as a bodybuilder, 
he’d always loved to work them hard.  And now, he could proudly bask in the 
results of his efforts.  They were prodigiously thick and fully striated.  He 
laid his wet hands on his muscular pecs.  Even relaxed, they are already 
incredibly hard.  He grabbed his pecs firmly, squeezing a little.  His powerful 
arms barely allowed him to dent them.  He eased the pressure exerted by his 
hands and shifted them until they rested underneath the massive muscles.  He 
lifted his hands a little, gauging the large round pecs in his palms, feeling 
their enormous weight as he pushed them.  He was so proud of them.

He moved his hands down, bring his pecs back to their normal position.  He 
slowly brought his hands one towards the other, clenching his left fist and 
covered it with his right palm. The smile broadened on his face as he thought 
about his meeting with Jason later in the day.  Chris eagerly awaited his 
lunchtime workout, a workout he’d pump his body to the max in anticipation of 
his meeting with Jason.  He stared at his relaxed pecs expectantly, tasting the 
moment.

He felt himself stirring under the towel in anticipation.  Suddenly, he 
compressed his arms, flexing them to the max.  His huge pecs instantly doubled 
in size, becoming more rounded.  Chris ogled them with lust.  Their striations 
were breathtaking.  He studied their perfect shape under every angle, keeping 
the pressure on his huge arms.  He propped his torso forward to get a closer 
view in the mirror.  He grunted a little, flexing his magnificent pecs even 
more, controlling the pressure, ‘look at this fuckers, l will one day crush that 
little upstart with these babies!”  The muscle fibres were tensing and tensing 
further, slowing inflating with more power.  He watched the skin stretch, as the 
muscles grew little by little.  He was so hot! His arousal was now pushing on 
his towel, lifting it like a tent.  He separated his hands, still flexing to the 
max.  He began to cross his arms in front of his chest, moving his hands 
sideways, in opposite directions. His pecs swelled further; the cleavage between 
them disappearing, the two big rocks of muscle now crushing against each other.  
The round deltoids began to squeeze them even more.  Chris, raising his head a 
little, emitted a cocky “Yeeeaahhhh…”  He kept the pose for a moment, twisting 
his torso left and right and playing with the lights around the mirror and the 
shadows they cast on the muscular masterpiece.

He relaxed his flexing, letting his arms fall by his sides, and watched his pecs 
return to their normal engorged state.

“I’m so fuckin’ hot!” He was nearly euphoric.  His heart pumped with excitement 
at the thought of the oncoming meeting.  “Fuck, l’m already so huge.” 

He quickly dressed and left for the office. His morning was normal except for 
the few moments he thought of Jason. He avoided going down to the mailroom, 
sending a junior colleague down to drop off the morning mail. His lunchtime 
workout was the best he’d had for a long time, his motivation inspired by his 
desire to impress Jason. 

The afternoon passed quickly due to a number of meetings he had to attend. At 
6pm, he collected the mail from the outwards tray and walked down the hallway of 
the offices to the lift area.

Chris pressed the button in the lift and descended to the mailroom into the 
basement of the office block he worked at. Descending alone, he took the 
opportunity of examining his freshly pumped up body in the mirror. The shirt was 
tight fitting and clung to his meaty pecs and broad shoulders. He flexed his 
right arm and watch the arm explode with muscle, straining the material of the 
shirt.

Today was the day he’d decided to confront Jason, a cocky young worker in the 
mailroom. For months the good looking guy had tried to pull the ‘alpha-male’ 
routine on him, trying to make out he was the superior male. Though not as 
muscular as Chris, Jason was very good looking with a well-built athletic muscle 
body concealed beneath his work clothes. Jason routinely flurted with everyone, 
gender didn’t matter to him. With Chris, he was more cautious given his senior 
management position, but he flirted nonetheless with a superior attitude. To 
Chris, the cockiness was almost too much to bear.   

The lift doors opened into the basement. As would be normal at this time in the 
late afternoon, all of the workstations were empty and the lights darkened. 
Chris walked down a passageway to the mailroom where Jason was completing the 
final mail for posting on his way out.

Rather than beat around the bush, Chris decided he would confront Jason straight 
on. He placed the outwards mail he’d been carrying on the counter and watched as 
the cocky young man approached the counter. When he was close to the counter, 
Chris stretched and faked a yawn, his muscles almost bursting through the tight 
fabric of his shirt. He noticed how Jason’s attention turned to his flexed 
biceps.

Before Jason could say anything, Chris spoke in a somewhat assertive voice "I 
know what you want Jason.”

"What do you mean?" said the younger man. 

"You are completely into muscles, right?" replied the muscular bodybuilder, in 
the same tone.  The young man's heard stopped a beat. He was staring at Chris, 
eyes wide open. 

"I...I...I...no, what are you talking about? ...l don't..." 

"You can't take your eyes off of me, right?" 

"I...No, it's just that...that l..."  The young man tried to laugh as he simply 
didn't know what to say.  His face was turning red.  "All this is ridiculous, l 
think...l think l will..." 

"You will what Jason?" began Chris, stepping in his direction.  He stopped just 
in front of him.  His towering statue was now blocking the rest of the room from 
Jason's view.  His chest was proudly swelled out, his arms rested at his side, 
"Tell me what you want to do now." 

"I...l...think l will..." Jason tried to raise his eyes, but his gaze was 
transfixed on the huge pectoral muscles in front of him. "I have to leave..." 

"You aren't going anywhere." Chris turned and walked over and closed the door to 
the mailroom, locking it after him.  He turned back to Jason, "Now we won't get 
any interuptions."  He took a step closer to Jason.  The junior staff member did 
not move back. His feet were glued to the floor.  "I'm sure you would prefer to 
stay, just a little more..." Chris contracted his right pec and Jason felt the 
huge muscle move, caressing his skin as it slowly bounced up and down. 

"l...l...it's just that..." But Chris moved in closer, pushing Jason with his 
dense pecs. 

"Quiet young man and listen to what l have to say." 

Jason began to speak but Chris forcibly contracted his powerful chest, sending 
Jason backwards onto the bench behind him.  Jason blinked twice, wondering just 
what had happened.  Chris remained standing in front of Jason, his muscles 
tensed and ready. "I told you to shut up. If you don't obey, l will be forced to 
use this."  At that, he raised his right arm and flexed the bicep. The muscles 
swelled, hitting an unbelievable peak, threatening to tear the tight fitting 
shirt he was wearing.  "Look at that size," Chris smiled arrogantly, staring at 
the flexed bicep.  He grunted a little and flexed even more.  The bicep grew 
even more and the material strained further. "These babies are over 20 
inches."  He slowly raised the other arm and hit an unearthly double-bicep pose, 
"And as you can see, my left arm is as big...nothing more, nothing less... 
perfect symmetry!" 

"So, let me continue." Chris moved closer to the bench so he now towered over 
Jason. "Jason, you look an intelligent young man, even for someone working in 
the mailroom," he added, a cocky smile spreading across his face, "and the girls 
seem to like you with your pretty boy looks. And from what l can see, you have a 
cute pretty boy type body, though nowhere in the same league as me.  I know you 
want to be big like me, l see you stealing glances and looks in my direction." 

"It ain't nothing like that!" protested Jason. 

"Aw, you know l told you to shut up and listen, and now you go and disobey me!" 
Chris reached down and grabbed Jason by the collar of his shirt, hoisting him to 
his feet. "Let go of me, you muscle freak" Jason yelled. 

"You need to learn some respect for your superiors." With that Chris threw Jason 
across the room where he landed on a mail sorting bench. Jason landed with a 
thud and slid off the slick top onto the floor.  Chris removed his tie and undid 
his top button, “Yeah, a little respect.”

Jason lay dazed on the floor, shaking his head.  Chris walked over to him and 
grabbed him by the back of his shirt with one hand and his belt with another.  
“Let go, you muscle fuck!”

Chris hoisted his body above his head and flung him across the room again. Jason 
smashed into two mail trolleys which softened his impact with the floor.

He scrambled to his feet and placed a trolley between himself and Chris who was 
quickly approaching from the other side of the room.

“What do you fuckin’ want?” 

Chris stopped and said, “You will soon know.”

He grabbed the trolley from Jason’s clutches and flung the mail trolley across 
the room where it smashed into the wall and sprayed its contents across the 
floor.
Chris grabbed Jason and carried him back to the bench, “Now sit and shut up.” 
Jason slumped backwards on the bench, any fight in him momentarily gone.

Chris crossed his arms on his massive chest.  The pecs were now touching each 
other, even more testing the fabric of his shirt.

Chris lowered his head and admired his huge round pecs.  He uncrossed his arms 
and flexed his right bicep, raising his right clenched fist in front of his 
chest.  The sleeve of his shirt molded the muscular arm which grew in size as 
Chris twisted his fist close to the round globe of muscle.  Through the fabric, 
a huge vein, crossing the bicep lengthwise, was clearly visible.  He looked up 
to meet Jason’s eyes, a confident smile forming on his lips.

Chris moved his hands up to the collar of his shirt and paused for a second.  
His smile became more assured.  He moved his hands apart, opening the collar 
more, making a button pop.  He popped another button, opening his shirt more and 
more.  Jason was speechless, gaping as Chris took both sides of his shirt and 
threw it open, revealing his entire torso.

“You need a better view?” Chris’s satisfaction was complete, observing the 
reaction of the younger man who was discovering his exceptional body.  Jason 
couldn’t hide his surprise, but the facts were plain.  Chris’s pecs were 
incredibly large.  But what took Jason’s breath away was their roundedness and 
their striations.  They were not flexed, but they seemed hardened to the max, as 
if defying gravity.  Their shape was perfect, nearly round underneath, 
unbelievably thick, and perfectly cut from the rest of the torso.  Those 
stupendous pecs were matched lower down by a set of thick abs equally impressive 
and inconceivably defined, and Chris’s narrow waist only emphasised the 
impression of their thickness and density.

Chris continued stripping off his muscular torso.  He uncovered his massive 
deltoids, opening the shirt further.  He moved his arms to the back to free them 
totally from the sleeves.  And as he did, all the muscles of the upper torso 
seemed to grow and dance in front of Jason’s eyes.  His deltoid and traps were 
exceedingly striated and ripped.  Moving his arms behind his back, as he did, 
produced waves of flexing in his hard round pecs.  Chris finally brought his 
arms back on either side of his over-developed torso holding the shirt in his 
left hand.  Jason’s eyes couldn’t stop looking up and down at their perfection.  
His arms were ripped, the muscles were long, round, striated, vascular and 
pumped from his earlier workout.

Chris scratched the base of his chin.  As he moved his forearm up, the long and 
round bicep turned into a perfect ball of power.  The bicep seemed to explode 
off the rest of his arm.

Chris smiled, scanning his massive arm.  He raised his head to smile at Jason.

“Impressive, right?” asserted the cocky bodybuilder, looking back and forth at 
his huge arm and at Jason.  Chris’s gaze became devilish, “But my arms are even 
more impressive when l flex them!” And saying so, he spread his arms slightly 
away from his torso and clenched his fists powerfully. As he did, his arms 
seemed suddenly to inflate.  Large new veins appeared on his massive forearm.  
The long biceps became rounder and rounder, pulsating with power; the triceps 
swelled too, making plainly visable the horseshoe shape. He paused like this for 
a moment, lost in wonder at his own perfection and suddenly raised his right 
forearm at an incredible speed. The biceps and triceps seemed to jump off his 
arm. They were already ripped and yet were still swelling and pushing in 
opposite directions, forcing the arm to a monstrous size. The forearm was 
striated beyond belief, covered in veins.  On top of the shoulder, the huge 
deltoids were the seat of an awesome inflation, and, along the whole limb, all 
the muscles were fighting with each other, seeking room to swell further, 
turning into an impressive sinew of hard steel muscles.

Jason was transfixed, his gaze never leaving Chris’s flexed bicep. Chris smiled 
as he noted the bulge in Jason’s pants.  He grunted a little as he flexed even 
more his arm for the benefit of the young stud in front of him.

Chris turned to place his shirt on a chair behind him.  Jason could hardly 
fathom the phenomenal V-shape of Chris’s back.  The lats were impossibly broad, 
and the back was unbelievably thick and seemed inhumanly powerful.

Chris turned back and raised his arms, placing his hands behind his neck and 
exhaled sharply.  The wall of his thick abs contracted.  The massive bricks of 
muscles were pushing and fighting against each other to claim more room to which 
to expand.  They were ripped, defined and solid.

“This is the body of an alpha-male! You will worship this body of mine and pay 
me homage and due respect whenever you are in my presence.  Next Friday, l will 
be down here again for you to worship my pumped muscles.”  Chris lent over Jason 
and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, “Remember, l control you, your 
work and your career.  One word from me and your ass is fired!  I can have you 
publicly disgraced in front of all your so-called admirers.”

To emphasis his point, he grabbed Jason by the back of the head and pushed his 
face into the valley between his massive pecs, “I’ve always wanted a young cocky 
good looking muscle worshipper and now l have one. You will worship these 
mothers and satisfy my desires.”

He then flung Jason back to the bench, fetched his shirt from the chair and 
walked out to the lift lobby leaving a stunned, confused and scared young man 
behind him.

Chris decided to leave the mail drops to his junior colleague in the days 
leading up to his meeting with Jason.  Friday couldn’t arrive fast enough, the 
anticipation of having his body worshipped rising with each passing minute.  He 
worked out furiously all week, hoping to have his body in a peak, pumped 
position by Friday.  By all accounts, it was obviously working given the stares 
he was receiving at the gym each night.
Friday arrived and Chris treated the day just like any other day, trying to keep 
his mind focused on the mountain of work on his desk.  Every so often his mind 
would wander to how Jason would pleasure him, feeling his pumped up muscles. Oh 
he loved being in control.  As the afternoon wore on, he took the opportunity on 
several occasions to pump up his muscles, be it push ups in his office or bicep 
curls with a heavy object. By late afternoon, his body strained his work shirt 
even more than normal, the material having a tough time constraining the massive 
bulk.

Meanwhile, in the basement below, Grant lifted his sweatshirt over his head, his 
veined road mapped muscled body had grown huge with the steroids he was 
taking………..his size was mind boggling, almost comic book super hero sized.  

“Holy fuck dude, your body is fuckin’ huge!” Jason was almost speechless as he 
gawked at the massive frame of his cousin.  Jason knew his cousin lifted 
weights, but he hadn’t seen him since he’d moved interstate 12 months ago. “Shit 
your arms are freaky….l never saw so many veins on a man before…” His cousin, 
standing at 6 foot and weighing 270lbs of off-season muscle, replied, “Yeah l’ve 
been working out real hard these last 12 months, simply to put on more and more 
size. I wanna hit 300lbs in 3 months time.”

Jason couldn’t stop gazing at Grant eyeing his massive cousin up and down. 
“Thanks for interrupting your training and driving down to help me resolve this 
problem. I really appreciate it.” His cousin tensed his enormous pecs, “Couldn’t 
turn down a request from my favourite relative, now could l?  And of course, l 
am here to do what you please. I will fuck up that arsehole real bad with these 
muscles.”

Jason responded, “I hope so. He’s been giving me grief using his superior arse 
attitude. Thinks he’s a king around here, just cause he’d got muscles and a nice 
office on the upper levels. I want to teach him a lesson, pound up his muscles 
so he won’t give me more grief. Think you can handle that cous?”

Grant brought his mammoth 22 inch biceps up into a full flex as he inflated his 
chest to the point that it almost hit Jason in the face. Grant stretched out his 
arms, his triceps hanging down low like two hams attached to his body. He again 
brought his biceps up into their full flexed devastating position. “So is this 
good enough for you?” Grant looked down at Jason as he lowered his arms to a 
relaxed position.

“Yeah man, you’re bigger than this guy. You should be able to crush him nicely.”

Jason reached for his sport bag and removed two syringes containing a white 
milky fluid. “Come here cous, time for some more drugs before we fuck him up.  
He’s due down for his daily mail drop off soon.” he said, a lustful smile on his 
face.  He injected the mixture comprising steroids and a powerful stimulant into 
Grant’s body.

The huge bodybuilder stood with a glazed look in his eyes as the drugs coursed 
through his body. His body seemed to expand as his muscles pumped and twitched. 
“Oh yeah, feel the power.” He turned to Jason as he flexed his upper body into a 
most muscular pose, “I look forward to crushing that Chris like an insect with 
these powerful muscles.”

He replaced the XXXXL sweatshirt over his muscular torso and said, “Where do you 
want me?”

“Go stand in that corner behind the cabinet so no-one can see you. I’m finished 
with customers today so he’s the last one to come in. He won’t see you until 
it’s too late for him.” Jason replied. “I’ll give you a signal when l’m ready.”

Jason returned to his working station and watched as other staff from the 
adjoining offices left for the day.  He turned off the lights in the outer work 
areas and returned to his workstation.  Right on cue, he heard the lift bell 
sound in the lobby outside his work area and soon Chris could be seen walking 
down the corridor towards his workstation. He was dressed smartly in a tight 
fitting, form hugging work shirt, probably to impress him, thought Jason. A 
cocky, confident smile was evident on his face.

Chris walked into the office and flung the mail across the counter at Jason. 
“Hello pretty boy……….are you glad to see me?” He flexed his pecs and watched the 
material stretch across his chest, threatening to burst the buttons.  

Chris picked up the pieces of mail and glared at Jason, “Oh l’m really happy to 
see you.” He said, a strong current of sarcasm in his voice.

“No need to play hard to get, pretty boy! I’m sure you will get into my muscles 
in a big way. I’m looking forward to you worshipping them.” He turned and locked 
the office door.

“I’m not gonna worship your muscles!  Why don’t you just piss off and leave me 
alone!!!” Jason said, his voice rising with anger.

Chris returned to the counter and smiled at Jason, his tone somewhat 
threatening, “You will worship my muscles or you’ll suffer the consequences. And 
anyway, the only way out of here is through me.”

Jason quickly glanced to the rear office to where Grant was standing. His 23 
year old cousin moved quietly into the room.  Jason looked at Chris, a smile 
forming across his lips, “I’d like to introduce you to my cousin Grant.” Chris 
turned around to face the giant standing behind him, “I told him about my little 
problem and he is here to help me fix it.”

Grant struggled with his sweatshirt over his head as the arm holes were having 
trouble going over his huge arms. Once the shirt made it way to his pecs Grant 
had a hard time getting it over his tractor trailer wide back and shoulders. 
With the shirt finally off, Grant tossed it to the side. Grant gave Chris a 
double bicep shot. As Grant tried to put his arms up above his head he had to 
struggle and shift his weight back and forth trying to get his huge biceps 
behind his head. Once they were in position, Grant’s equally impressive triceps 
pounded with power. Grant’s massive pecs and roid gut formed into a formable 
wall of flexed muscle.

“What the fuck?” questioned Chris, “What’s going on?”

“Grant is here to bust up the party. I told you l didn’t want anything to do 
with you, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you will suffer the consequences.” He 
looked over at Grant and simply said, “Destroy him!”

Chris noticed Grant’s eyes and realised he must be on some sort of drug.

Grant stood before Chris and opened up his arms, leaving his torso exposed. He 
beckoned to Chris to take an open shot. Chris fired off a right punch which 
slammed into Grant’s roid gut. Grant’s body barely moved, his massive muscles 
absorbing the blow. “Ha, my massive muscles can absorb anything you dish out.” 
Chris tried to throw another blow but the massive bodybuilder moved with 
surprising speed and caught the fist in his right hand. In a demonstration of 
strength, he overpowered Chris and soon had him sinking to his knees. Grant 
released the hold and picked Chris up, throwing him over the bench to the floor 
beyond.

“Yeah cous, get into him, break that fuckin’ body of his into pieces!” yelled 
Jason from the corner.

Grant walked over to where Chris lay and sent several powerful kicks into 
Chris’s lower back, sending spasms of pain up his back. He aimed a kick at 
Chris’s head but he caught the foot and sent Grant sprawling onto his back. 
Chris climbed to his feet and grabbed a nearby chair and flung it at Grant. It 
smashed into Grant’s body but his drug-induced body ignored any pain and he 
climbed to his feet, without missing a beat. He turned towards Jason and said, 
“I will now destroy him piece by piece. Enjoy the show!”

Grant lent over Chris, who sent three kick successive punches into Grant’s gut.  
Grant ignored them and grabbed Chris by the shirt. With minimal effort he lifted 
him above his head and threw him against a nearby wall. Chris bounced off the 
wall and fell to the ground with a thud.  Grant grabbed him again and repeated 
the throw into the wall. Once Chris hit the ground, Grant sent further kicks 
into unprotected back.

Chris tried to make a fist and hit the unprotected face of Grant, but his blows 
were weak and had no power behind them. Grant kneeled down, straddling Chris’s 
behemoth chest. Grant grabbed Chris’s wrists, forcing them behind Chris’s own 
back. Chris struggled, his thick corded veined arms struggling against the 
equally impressive muscle power of Grant. Grant’s triceps looked as if they were 
going to burst out of his skin as he struggled with Grant on top of him. Grant 
would flex his legs and try squeezing his two monsters together to keep Chris 
pinned down on the floor. Chris’s huge pecs strained with resistance trying to 
rock Grant’s behemoth body off his to no avail.  With all of Chris’s physical 
encounters in his life it was rare that he would meet someone to match his own 
capabilities and strength. After a furious struggle, Grant was able to get 
Chris’s arms behind his back as Grant slid forward, placing his solid muscle 
butt on Chris’s chest, Grant’s grotesquely huge power packed thighs squeezed 
against the sides of the Chris’s chest, holding his arms in. Grant’s powerful 
hands reached down grabbing onto Chris’s work shirt, tearing it away from his 
body. The shirt offered no resistance to Grant as it succumbed to his power. 
With Chris’s deep brown bullet sized nipples exposed, Grant dug his fingernails 
into them twisting and turning them, eliciting screams from Chris.

Grant began to repeatedly pounded his fist into the Chris’s muscular pecs, 
turning them into a bruised slab of meat.

Chris struggled, shifting his body back and forth from side to side trying to 
escape the powerful clutches of the heavyweight bodybuilder. The cross-
striations of the chest muscles on Chris were straining as he attempted to move 
Grant off of him. Even Grant was somewhat impressed with the conditioning of 
Chris as he continued to unmercifully pound away on Chris’s chest. Chris’s 
entire body was turning red with anger as his movements became weaker as time 
rose on. Grant’s forearms and biceps were getting a good pump from hitting 
Chris.

Grant’s huge granite thighs squeezed the side chest of Chris as the soles of his 
shoes cut into the tender sides of Chris’s intercostals muscles. Every thick 
vein of Grant’s legs were smothered in solid muscle developed from years in the 
gym. There wasn’t a single muscle group in Grant’s thighs that weren’t 
huge…pumping power into Chris’s sides, compressing his lungs and ribs almost to 
the point of breaking. Looking up, Chris saw Grant’s face, red; sweat dripping 
down off his forehead as he continued his onslaught of Chris’s chest. Grant 
would land several punches to Chris’s chest, he would grab a handful of Chris’s 
massive meaty pecs in each hand, pulling and twisting the muscles, bringing out 
squeals of pain. Grant’s fingernails dug into the nipples of Chris…almost to the 
point of drawing blood.

Chris was getting worried; he wasn’t used to being in this predicament. He 
needed to move quickly to escape the current hold.  Using every ounce of his 
remaining strength, he delivered an open handed karate blow to the underside of 
Grant’s massive left pec. The blow hit Grant with such force, it momentarily 
stopped his heartbeat causing massive pain to the left side of his chest. He 
clutched his pec muscle and rolled off Chris. Chris sat up on his knees, 
clutching his sore red chest, coughing, trying to catch his breath. Grant lay on 
the ground, temporarily weakened, as his heart beats, already strained due to 
past steroid abuse and the massive amount of drugs in his system, continued to 
pulse wildly.

Jason was shocked, seeing his muscular cousin lying there, in a foetal position, 
from what looked like a simple blow to the chest. He stooped over his cousin and 
yelled at him, “Get up Grant, your muscles can’t be hurt from one blow. Get up 
and destroy this bastard.” His cousin looked up at him weakly, his breathing 
shallow, his body reddening. He whispered, “My heart, my heart………”  He lapsed 
back into a foetal position, clutching his chest.

Jason looked across at Chris who was slowly regaining his composure and rising 
to his knees. Jason brought his knee up, slamming them into the chest of Chris, 
knocking him back down on the floor. With Chris lying on the floor, Jason’s full 
body weight came crashing down on him. The sound of Jason’s muscled body coming 
into contact echoed through the room as both men just lay there trying to get 
their bearings.

Chris rolled over onto his side, coughing, clutching his bruised massive chest. 
He pushed himself backwards trying to escape for a few moments to catch his 
breath and to get to his feet.  Grasping the wall, Jason was able to get to his 
feet before Chris did. With anger in his eyes and a fury running through his 
body, Jason closed his hand into a solid steel ball of muscle as his rammed it 
into the muscled, thick abs of Chris. The blow would’ve knocked a normal man 
senseless, but with Chris, he bent over, doubled up in pain. Jason followed 
through with a vicious knee to Chris’s face that sent him back reeling, smashing 
into the wall, putting a crack in it. A trickle of blood flowed out of Chris’s 
nose and upper lip as he wiped his face.

“You fucking asswipe, I’m going to snap every fucking bone in your body!” Chris 
was full of rage as he lunged towards Justin.

Chris shook his head and slowly rose to his feet.  Jason charged him but Chris 
grabbed him in a bearhug. “Now we’ll see how you like my muscles, you fucker!” 
He lifted the leaner Jason off the floor applying pressure from his still 
bruised and sore pecs. Jason screamed in pain, “Let me go, you bastard.”  Jason 
applied even more pressure, his muscles bulging with power.  “You thought you 
had me whipped didn’t you? Little did you know what a blow like l delivered to 
Grant would kill a normal man. Lucky for him, his bloated chest muscles 
protected him and probably saved his life.”

Jason could feel his muscles being slowly compressed by the powerful muscleman. 
“If only you’d worshipped my muscles, your cousin wouldn’t be on the floor and 
you wouldn’t be in this bearhug.” He adjusted Jason in his hold, “Now lick my 
pecs and worship them.” Jason glared back at him but resigned to his 
predicament, he did what he was told. “Oh yeah, that feels good, l knew you’d be 
a natural.” Jason moved his lips to Chris’s shoulders and gave them a good 
licking. “Oh yeah, man this is hot. Me crushing you, whilst you worship me.” 
Chris felt himself going hard as Jason continued to worship his upper body.  He 
let up on the bearhug so that Jason could move lower to his biceps and triceps. 

Suddenly Chris felt a hammer like fist hit the back of his head, knocking him to 
the ground on top of Justin. A couple of short kicks to the kidney area had 
Chris curled up in pain. Standing over him was Grant. Grant reached down, 
grabbing Chris by his right ankle, dragging the semi-conscious muscleman towards 
the middle of the work area. Chris was reaching out, trying to grab onto one of 
the chairs.

Grant let Chris rise slowly to his feet. In a blindingly quick move, Chris 
lashed out with his right fist, smashing into the bodybuilder’s exposed groin. 
Grant let out a high pitched scream as he bent over, his hands moving to protect 
his groin.

Chris stepped aside…bringing his two fists together in a hammer motion, crashing 
it down on the middle of Grant’s back. Chris pounded the Grant’s back again, 
driving the huge muscle monster down to supporting his own massive weight on one 
knee. A vicious kick to the exposed supporting knee sent Grant sprawling to the 
ground.

Chris reached down, grabbing a handful of Grant’s hair in his hands in an 
attempt to tilt his head back. Before Chris could land a punch to the exposed 
face of Grant, Grant brought his fist up again, slamming it in the crotch of 
Chris, hitting him firmly in the balls. Chris coughed a few times, spitting up 
blood as he grabbed his cock and balls to protect it from further injury. With 
his body unprotected, Chris left himself wide open.

Grant quickly punched Chris in each knee, driving the muscleman to his knees. 
Grant stood up…grabbed Chris’s head, titled it back and drove his fist squarely 
into Chris’s face repeatedly. The sweaty muscled filled veins on Grant’s 
forearms swelled, as his 23 inch biceps pounded the unprotected chest of Chris. 
Chris’s body bobbed back and forth, absorbing the blows he was receiving from 
Grant. With his body being pounded, Chris’s left eye almost swollen shut, 
bruises forming on his cheeks and blood freely flowing from his nose, Chris was 
unable to mount any offence against the onslaught of Grant. Chris slumped to the 
floor.

Chris’s huge muscled body lay nearly lifeless and nearly defeated. Grant stood 
over Chris, his equally own impressive mammoth body covered in muscles that were 
covered in sweat. 

Grant bent down, balancing on one knee as he dug his fingertips into Chris’s 
meaty slabs of pecs.  Chris elicited a deafening scream of pain as Grant twisted 
and clawed away at his pecs.  Every fiber in Grant’s body pulsed with power as 
tiny red marks of broken blood vessels started to appear on Chris’s chest.  
Grant stood up, almost bringing Chris up with him, but instead he stretched the 
chest muscles upwards and out making Chris’s eyes close with pain, his pain so 
severe he couldn’t even scream.

He looked over to see if Justin was OK. On seeing him quietly rise to his feet, 
he turned his attention back to Chris.  “How do you like that muscleman?  Now 
you got a real man to contend with…by the time l’m finished with you you’re 
gonna wish you’d never met me…l’m way too powerful for you now.  I’m gonna stay 
here just breaking your body apart with my muscles…your muscles can’t match 
mine…not now….you’re going down!”  Jason looked at Grant with an evil glaze in 
his eyes and said to his cousin, “Lift him up...l want him on his feet.”

Dutifully, his cousin lifted Chris up…Chris’s feet buckling from below 
him…almost unable to stand. “Grant, hold his arms back…time for a little target 
practice.”  Grant pinned Chris’s huge arms behind his back as Chris futilely 
tried to kick at Jason, only to have Grant pull back tighter.  Jason unbuttoned 
and removed his shirt to reveal a hard muscular body with powerful shoulders and 
impressively built arms. “I know you love your thick abs. Well, let’s see how 
they do with a little sparing action.” Jason put his hands up in the classic 
boxer stance as he bounced on his feet back and forth. He faked a few jabs to 
Chris’s face…obviously enjoying the torment and the tease. Jason then took his 
right index finger as he outlined each muscle belly of Chris’s abs counting 
aloud how many he had. 

“One…two…three…four…five…six…it looks like seven and damn, the little fucker has 
eight…he has a real to goodness eight pack…fuck…this is going to be fun 
destroying his stomach like that…it will just make a leg scissor from you later 
on even more painful for him and enjoyable for me.” Jason clenched his fist as 
he pulled back and slammed it into the unprotected stomach of Chris, knocking 
what air he had out of him. Another quick left and then a right and then another 
left, over and over again. In the beginning the thickness of the muscle bellies 
was enough to withstand the deadly onslaught, but after a series of hard hitting 
punches, Chris was losing ground and each punch was going in deeper… hurting 
more and more.  His stomach soon took on a sickening reddish purple colour as 
Chris coughed and gagged with each jarring punch…a force so strong that any 
normal man would be knocked unconscious if he were hit in the face with such 
force.  It was well over fifty punches that Jason finally started to slow down, 
but the damage had been done.  Grant released Chris’s arms as his body fell to 
the ground.

Chris tried to curl up to protect his abs, but Jason was giving him no rest…no 
recourse. “Pick his ass back up again…I’m not finished with him yet…this is 
fucking unreal, it’s so much fun!”

“Hey, when do l get my turn?” Grant put his arms underneath Chris’s sweaty 
armpits as he pulled him to his feet. “I want to fuckin’ pound him.”

“Your turn will come, l’m just softening him up for you.  Now turn him around so 
he’s facing you, but keep your hands out of the way.” Jason examined his hands, 
blood starting to flow from his knuckles as Chris’s stomach started to bloat and 
swell up from bruising and abuse that the young stud was inflicting upon him. 
“You little fucker, you made me cut myself open!” Jason clenched his fists again 
as he unleased another fury of lefts and rights into the kidneys and lower back 
of Chris.  Jason’s powerful punches were inflicting some major damage as Chris’s 
once powerful legs starter to again waiver and give up.  Grant could almost feel 
the power packed punches riveting through Chris’s body into his own as Jason 
tried to snap Chris’s spine with his fists.  Chris’s screams and cries for help 
were to no avail as no-one could hear beyond the elevator doors.  Again, Jason 
lost count, but it had to be at least another fifty hard hitting, muscled packed 
closed fist punches to Chris’s lower back before he stopped.

Grant stepped back and let Chris fall to the floor.  Within the matter of less 
than 10 minutes, Jason had further destroyed the upper body of Chris with 
relative ease and almost no resistance.  Jason surveyed the damage he’d 
inflicted crawling on the floor beneath him. 

“It’s my turn, let me inflict some real damage with these fuckers!” Grant lifted 
his swollen muscled meat packed arms of his, now reaching over 23 inches and 
brought them up for a double bicep pose.  His roid gut pushed out and his pecs, 
the size of an encyclopedia spread over his chest.  The thick vein just below 
the bicep bunched out into hundreds of smaller veins covering his forearms. The 
barrel sized bicep heads dripped with sweat as he brought each bicep to his 
mouth, licking the sweat off of them. Grant stretched out his arms again, his 
triceps looking like two prized hams hanging there as he slowly brought them up 
again, the bicep almost being crushed by the forearm. “So what do you think of 
this body Jason?”

“You’re fuckin’ unreal…at first l thought this piece of crap was something, but 
he’s nothing compared to you…look what l did to muscleman in only a few minutes 
with just my fists!” Jason was talking like a man possessed his eyes wide with 
excitement. Jason’s pants were tenting with a raging hard-on from destroying his 
senior work colleague.  A silly sadistic grin was only overshadowed by the wide-
eyed look of wonderment and excitement in his eyes.

Grant stood there, hands on his hips, flexing his tight upper body.  The steel 
cables of striations of his pecs criss-crossed in a million different directions 
as his ultra huge biceps nearly touched his sides.  

Grant and Jason both looked down at the prone defeated body of Chris laying on 
the mailroom floor…barely moving, sweat dripping from his body, small trickles 
of blood drying up on his lips and nose…his stomach, just like his pecs a 
disgusting color of a reddish purple, swollen and bruised, his eyes still open 
with a distant glaze.

“Grab my singlet, we’re going to the gymnasium, there’s more room to pulvarise 
this punk.” Grant reached down, grabbing Chris by the right arm.  Grant pulled 
at it as he bent slightly over as he threw Chris over his shoulder in a 
fireman’s carry.  Chris’s feet dangling in front of Grant as his face looked 
down at the floor.

On the way to the gymnasium, Chris hung over Grant’s shoulder as limp as could 
be.  He offered no resistance, no movement, almost no sign of life.  Once inside 
the deserted gymnasium, Grant turned on the lights, still holding Chris. Facing 
the mirror, Grant brought his left arm up for a single bicep flex.  As the head 
of the sweaty sold muscle was brought upwards, Grant stared at himself in the 
mirror, almost transfixed with himself.  Once the meaty slab of muscle was in a 
full flex, Grant turned his head around and licked the power that it embraced 
all the while not seeming to care or notice that he was still carrying Chris 
over his shoulder.  The miles of veins covered his forearm as they congested to 
one huge thick vein running along side of his bicep, almost dividing the spit on 
the peak.

He dropped Chris to the floor. “This is just about over asswipe. Your ass is 
mine now boy…you’re mine!” Every swollen muscle in Grant’s body was pumped to 
the max. His skin was warmed with muscle blood to the touch. Grant’s large quad 
muscles slightly quivered as he bent down, grabbing the right arm of Chris. 
Trying to lift someone as large as Chris was usually not an effort for Grant, 
but with what both musclemen had gone through, it wasn’t easy. Grant placed his 
hand under the armpit of Chris as his left arm once again, grabbed the swollen 
crotch of Chris. With a mighty heave, Mike lifted Justin’s body off the floor, 
raised him above his head and brought Chris’s body crashing down across his 
outstretched knee. The sadistic grin on Grant’s face matched the fever of his 
brutality. Grant placed his left hand on the battered jaw of Chris as he wrapped 
his right around Chris’s ankle. With one mighty muscled motion, Grant pressed 
down on the jaw as he pulled the leg inwards. Staring at himself in the mirror, 
Grant was proud of the abuse that he was issuing to Chris.

The only sounds that Chris could utter were moans and groans from the pain. His 
once huge invincible arms were now useless to defend himself. Grant’s chest 
muscles rippled with power as he yanked continuously on the limp body of Chris, 
trying to break him in half. “Come on man…fight me, give me some opposition…come 
on!” Grant continued his onslaught of the lower back of Chris with the over the 
knee backbreaker. After a few minutes, Grant rolled Chris off his knee onto the 
floor.

With Chris lying on his stomach, nearly passed out from the abuse he had 
received from Grant, Grant stood over the fallen muscleman, his legs straddling 
him. With some fight still left in him, Chris slowly rose to his hands and knees 
while trying to fight off the pain. Once he was on his hands and knees, Chris 
felt the full weight of Grant’s powerful heavyweight class bodybuilder physique 
as it came crashing down on his back. “Yeah!” Jason screamed. “Break that fucker 
in two. Crush him for me cous!”

Grant laughed as he ground his muscled butt into the sore, abused Christmas 
treed lower back of Chris. Sitting on Chris’s back, Grant reached forward, 
grabbing onto the chin of Chris, pulling it back. Just prior to cinching in his 
modified camel clutch, Grant felt trembling beneath him.

With his Herculean strength, Chris reached back, grabbing the ankles of Grant. 
Steadily, Chris was able to get to his knees with the surprised Grant on his 
back. Chris’s thickly striated hamstring muscles strained as they lifted the 
muscleman up in the air. Chris’s huge calf muscles pumped more power as they 
swelled to inhuman proportions and Chris’s wide back, rippled with muscle 
pounding power. Grant was raised to Chris’s full height. Chris stepped back, 
slamming the wider back of Grant into the mirror. The mirror shattered into a 
million pieces, and some pieces embedded themselves in Grant’s massive back. 
With Grant trapped between the wall and Chris, he knew that he had to think of 
something fast.

Grant lifted his right arm in the air, raising its 23 inch plus biceps over 
Chris’s head. As Chris looked in the mirror, he saw that huge, muscle bloated 
bicep coming over his face, the thick veins brushing his battered face as it 
made its way around his throat. Grant grinned, flexed his incredible arm, 
instantly cutting off Chris’s oxygen. Chris felt the full force of the 23 inch 
gun as his throat was being constricted. Chris let go of Grant’s ankles as he 
now was supporting Grant’s entire body weight from around his neck. Chris’s 
amazing trap muscles flexed trying to break the choke hold as he flexed his neck 
trying to get his muscles to fight off the incredible arm power of Grant. Chris 
dug his fingers into Grant’s forearms, feeling the miles of muscled veins that 
ran through them as he vainly tried to pry Grant’s arm off his throat. Chris 
became weak in the knees as he slowly slid to the floor with Grant still 
attached to his frame.

With Chris sitting on the floor, semi-conscious from being choked, Grant started 
laughing with a sinister tone to it. “Yea, that’s it asswipe….I’ve got you right 
where I want now…you’re not escaping me this time and there’s no one here to 
save you.” With Grant sitting behind Chris on the floor he stretched his legs 
out in front of him. His gargantuan vein filled quads on either side of Chris, 
Grant crossed his ankles, trapping Chris within their impenetrable fortress.

“Oh God….no…please….let me go …oh God…”

“Now you’re going to feel how it is to have your ribcage crushed and your ribs 
smashed asswipe!”

“You little fucker...now you’re going to pay for what you did to Jason!” Grant 
pumped and squeezed more muscle crushing power into his grotesquely huge thighs. 
Grant tightened their deadly grip around Chris’s taut waist trying to break 
Chris in two. Grabbing Chris’s massive, thickly muscled arms behind his back in 
hammerlock, tugging them higher, trying to make Chris’s wrists touch his own 
head, Chris screamed out in pain as he tried in vain to escape the clutches of 
Grant. “Come on kid…start snapping some of your bones for Muscle Grant….see I 
told you…I’m too much man for you…when I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but 
broken bones…your muscles can’t complete with mine…come on…snap!”

Chris’s thick boned body, smothered in muscles, resisted the urge of Grant to 
break or snap. Grant pulled Chris’s huge massive arms up higher on his back, 
almost dislocating them from his shoulders. “You mother fucker Grant…when I get 
up I’m going to fucking kill you man…I’ll rip you to sheds you asshole!” Chris’s 
voice was rushed, sometimes broken in tone. His face was turning red and his 
shoulders began to burn hotter than any muscle pounding pump he had ever 
received. For a fleeting moment, Chris hoped that Grant would tire of this abuse 
and relax for a split second, giving Chris a chance to regroup and defeat Grant.

Grant’s powerful thick and hard as marble columns kept squeezing the sides of 
Chris. Even with all his mass and training, the one thing that Grant always 
lacked on, was his cardio workout…the sweat from his forehead, chest and armpits 
were dripping on the back of Chris, sizzling at the touch of Chris’s hot pumped 
skin.

Grant released Chris’s arms for a moment, but as he did, Grant wrapped his huge, 
calloused hands around the front chest of Justin in a reverse bear hug. With 
Justin 20+ inch power guns wrapped within Grant’s 23 inch plus power guns, the 
sight was amazing as that much bicep power was being crushed together. Now with 
his legs tightened around Chris’s waist and his mammoth arms around Chris’s 
chest, the squeeze was on. Grant would take turns applying more pressure as he 
traded contractions on Chris’s chest and then his waist, but Grant would not 
give up. “You little fucker…come on…how much more pressure and pain can you take 
asswipe? Damn, no one has ever lasted this long being crushed by me…if you don’t 
fucking die soon, I’m gonna have to really fuck you up!”

“Ahh….try all you want, you fucking roid freak!” With his hands now in front of 
him, Chris took a quick moment to inhale a deep, deep breath, expanding his 
barrel sized chest to even greater proportions. Chris fought back trying to 
twist his body back and forth to escape the ravages of having Grant’s huge 
thighs constrict from around his waist. Chris reared his head backwards giving 
Grant a reverse head butt.  As blood ran from the nose of Grant, Chris knew that 
he was slowly gaining an advantage.

Grant’s fingers were laced directly over Chris’s slab like pecs as Chris’s chest 
striations rippled with power. Slowly Grant’s fingers were separating…succumbing 
to the growing chest of Chris. Chris was now able to reach up and grab both of 
Grant’s wrists. With his fingers wrapped around his wrists, Chris applied what 
strength and power he had left. Like a cable crossover using two tons, Chris’s 
forearms swelled with muscle as the split in his bicep and triceps powered 
Grant’s arms out to the sides. If Chris had his arms in this pose in any 
bodybuilding show, he would shock the audience. Grant was amazed and in fear at 
this unbelievable muscle display from the muscular powerhouse.

Jason could also sense Grant was in trouble, “Come on cous, you’re stronger than 
him. Your invincible muscle, destroy him. Break him into pieces. Crush him!!!” 
he yelled.

Chris quickly brought his hands down in a thunderous clash on the side quad 
muscles of Grant. Over and over again Chris tried to break the seemingly 
impenetrable wall of muscle that made up Grant’s legs. Chris pounded his hands 
on the massive, thunderous thighs of Grant. It was like paper hitting steel….it 
was having a slow effect.

Swift, machine gun, rapid fire pounding was turning those monsters of muscle 
into a bruised, reddish mess as Chris smashed his fists, loosening up the coils 
of constriction around him. Chris gritted his teeth, his face flushed red as his 
entire upper body pulled together as one huge muscle. Chris forced his body 
backwards, shoving Grant into the wall. Grant screamed as the lower mirror 
shattered and more glass shards were driven into his massive muscular back. 
Grant’s massive thighs weakened their pressure as bruises were beginning to form 
on the sides of Chris’s waist. Chris bent forward, grabbing Grant’s ankles 
separating them. Hurriedly, Chris knew he had to escape the legs of Grant before 
Grant had a chance to wrap those punishers around Chris again.

Chris rolled forward and fell to the floor. Both muscle monsters lay there, 
trying to catch their breath. Chris’s sore chest heaved in the air as he lay on 
his back, his nipples, hard and stiff, bleeding from the action, his arms fully 
pumped with power. Grant was gasping for air…more cardio, he quickly thought to 
himself as he rubbed his swollen mass of muscled legs trying to regain some 
feeling in them for his next assault on Chris.

“Get up cous! Get up and fight him. Fight him and destroy him! Get up!!”

Grant, shakily got to one knee as Chris did the same. With his back towards 
Chris, Chris quickly dived downwards, shoving his wide shoulder into the back of 
the knee of Grant. Grant’s huge body fell to the floor, his head, crashing 
against the wall….Grant was now slightly bleeding from the forehead.

“Your ass is mine now Grant…now your gonna get what you deserve… no one ever 
fucks with me and gets to walk away…do you hear me! He then turned to Jason, 
“Now you’re both gonna pay…you’re mine, roid boy! ” He grabbed Jason and placed 
him on the benchpress. “Don’t move or l’ll kill him.” He then turned back to 
Grant.

Chris stood there, his body fully pumped, with beads of sweat dripping off every 
ridge of muscle on his frame. Wiping away the blood and sweat from his face, 
Chris looked menacing at Grant laying there, his head propped up on the wall, 
his legs a bruised mess. Chris quickly turned around, facing the mirror to check 
out the damage inflicted upon him by Grant. Seeing his once gorgeous chest all 
red, bloodied and bruised, his beautiful, flawless eight pack of abs muscles, 
bruised, covered in welts Chris flew into a rage.

With a Herculean effort, Chris reached down, grabbing the right arm of Grant. 
Chris pulled Grant up, grabbing his crotch firmly with his left hand, harshly 
squeezing his balls in his huge hand. In one fluid, smooth move, Chris lifted 
Grant up in the air, high above his head. Chris’s huge, wide traps flared out as 
his chest heaved with sweaty muscle power. His sweat stung as it hit the open 
sores and bloodied nipples brought on by Grant’s ravages.  Looking at his 
battered body again in the mirror, becoming more enraged by the moment, Chris 
slammed Grant’s body to the floor in an earth shattering body slam. With Grant 
lying at his feet, Chris stared at himself, checking out the bruises, welts and 
sores that were developing on his previously flawless body. “You mother 
fucker…look what you did to me… shit dude…I’m going to really fuck you up big, 
you asshole!” Chris bent down, a stinging pain, ripping through his sides as he 
grabbed Grant again and slammed him on the cold wooden floor three more times. 
With each thud of Grant’s huge body hitting the floor, his body bounced up a few 
inches in the air.

With Grant’s once airplane hanger wide back now a sweaty, swollen bloody mess, 
Chris was determined to continue his assault on the big man’s back. Chris bent 
over, grabbing Grant’s ankles in each hand, side stepping and turning his body 
around, Chris now had Grant sprawled on the floor on his stomach. Sitting 
backwards, Chris had Grant in a Boston crab hold. With his muscled butt sitting 
on the lower back of Grant, Chris shifted his body weight forwards and backwards 
increasing the pressure as he tried to break Grant in two. With Grant’s feet 
only a foot or two away from the back of his head, Grant repeatedly tapped out 
his submission to Chris, only to have it fall on deaf ears. Chris knew that with 
Grant facing the mirrors, that he could witness his own torment and destruction 
as Chris applied more backbreaking pressure. Holding onto Grant’s ankles, 
Chris’s slab like pecs were striated as the flexed involuntary as Chris’s 
massive peaked biceps tore into Grant’s calves. With his face turning as red as 
his sore body, Chris squeezed more muscle punishing power as Grant cried out in 
pain. 

Trying to hurt Grant as hard as he could and taking all of his frustrations out 
on him, Chris stood up a little bit raising Grant’s head up. With the top of 
Grant’s head grazing the floor, Chris held onto the Boston crab style hold. Only 
this time, Chris was rocking Grant’s head and neck back and forth in an attempt 
to break the thickly muscled neck of the heavyweight bodybuilder. This was 
eliciting screams from Grant. “You’re breaking my fucking neck...I give …I 
give…just let me out of here …come on…show some mercy!”

“I’ll show you some fucking mercy!” Chris released his hold on Grant, causing 
Grant’s knees to slam against the wood floor. Chris sat on the floor, trying to 
catch his breath as he devised another devious painful way to make Grant pay for 
all his past aggressions. Chris grabbed the shoulder of Grant, rolling him over 
on the side. Chris slithered his body so that the back of Grant’s head was 
wedged in between Chris’s mammoth muscular thighs. The back of his head was 
resting directly in Chris’s groin, his hair getting damp from the sweat of the 
cotton fabric. Chris reached forward, grabbing the front of Grant’s hair as he 
crossed his ankles in front, smothering Grant’s head with his inhumanly sized 
quads. Grant was able to look up and see Chris staring down at him, sweat from 
Chris dripping into his mouth. “You’re fucking going out man…I’ve fucking had it 
with you…now who’s the asswipe huh?” With those words Chris bore down with every 
fiber of muscle in his lower body, pulverizing Grant with crushing power. 
Grant’s face became a disgusting bloated red as it looked like it was going to 
explode. To inflict more injury, with a wild abandonment, Chris balled up his 
right fist into a solid rock of muscle and brought it crashing down repeatedly 
on the face of Grant. Within a few moments, Grant’s nose was bloodied and 
broken, his eyes almost swollen shut, his cheekbones obviously smashed from the 
force of Chris’s fist. The ever increasing pressure of Chris’s thighs 
compressing Grant’s head and neck brought the tyrannical muscleman to the brink 
of unconsciousness.

Chris gritted his teeth trying to apply more crushing power. The sweeping 
muscles of his quads swelled with python like power as his thick corded veins 
looked like they were about to rip through his skin. Chris’s diamond shaped 
crushing calves forced themselves to try and come together to help pulverize 
Grant. Within a few moments, Grant was not able to withstand the superior power 
of Chris any longer…he had blacked out.

With Grant knocked out by the amazing power of Chris, Chris was able to relax 
his muscle swollen legs. As he uncrossed his thighs, he shoved Grant’s head off 
of his groin. 

He slowly turned back towards Jason who was sitting on the bench press bench as 
instructed.  He walked slowly over towards him and sat on the bench. “Now we 
will start this worshipping again, won’t we Jason?” Jason cowered, fear evident 
on his face. He let Chris kneel before him. Chris grabbed the back of Jason’s 
head and moved it towards his pecs. “These pecs need worshipping and healing.” 
Jason slammed his head into Chris’s battered pecs causing Chris to fall back a 
little. Jason grabbed a dumbbell off the floor and slammed it into Chris’s pecs. 
Chris looked stunned as he fell back on the floor. Jason was on to him before he 
could react and delivered several smashing blows to Chris’s already injured 
pecs. 

He turned his attention to Chris’ thick abs, “No please no more,…please. I 
give.” Jason gave him an evil smile and smashed the dumb bell into Chris’s abs. 
The blow immediately penetrated the damaged abdominal wall and sunk deep into 
Chris’s internal organs. He repeated the blows several times, his fist and the 
dumbbell sinking deeper each time. Chris was completely dazed, on the verge of 
passing out. Jason placed the dumb bell on the floor and rolled it out of harms 
way.

He lay down on Chris’s semi-conscious body and began worshipping the damaged 
muscles as Chris drifted in and out of consciousness. He felt his groin harden 
further as he moved further down Chris’s body to his pecs and abdominals. Jason 
climaxed as he worshipped the battered pecs, his tongue working feverishly on 
each nipple, his mind already racing ahead to his next muscle domination session 
with Chris.

He rolled off the battered muscleman who was now unconscious and moved over to 
his cousin who was slowly recovering on the floor.  He helped him to his feet, 
retrieved his sweatshirt and they both walked slowly towards the gymnasium door 
and the lift lobby. He looked at his battered cousin and said “We need to get 
you more massive and stronger so you can get revenge.” As he closed the door, 
Jason looked back at the defeated body of Chris on the floor, his groin already 
aroused at the thought of taking Chris out again.

PART ONE - THE END