Titan

(Inspired by Master Titan on Yahoo 360. - redwolf aka slave_formuscle)

When I head the knock on the door, I was a little nervous.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I hooked up with this guy online. His stats 
seemed so 
unbelieveable; yet, I couldn't resist the sense of power that I picked up from 
him when we 
talked on the phone. Even his voice seemed so strong, so determined.

I looked out the security peephole in my apartment door. All I could see was a 
massive 
chest, or what I thought was a chest.

I unlocked the door and opened it. I gasped when I saw him.

He told me he was 6'5" tall and weighed over 360. But nothing could prepare me 
for 
actually seeing him standing in front of me. I'm only 5'6" and my face was just 
about even 
with his huge rounded pecs.

I looked up at him. He looked down at me, a serious and determined look in his 
eyes. He 
could tell I was nervous.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, faggot?" he asked, his voice low, deep, 
booming.

I held the door open for him.

He paused for a moment, placing his massive hands on the door frame, flexing his 
massive arms - the muscles on his biceps and forearms rippled. He wore a 
sleeveless 
shirt for a reason.

He pressed hard against the wood door frame; I heard the wood cracking a little. 
He didn't 
want to break it - this was just a taste of his immense power for my benefit.

He stepped in, bending down slightly to fit his 6'5" frame through the doorway. 
I closed 
the door behind me.

He confidently strolled into the middle of my living room, wearing a tight t-
shirt and jeans 
and lace up boots, his rounded pecs slightly bouncing as he walked. He stood 
there, 
glaring down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathed.

He hit a double-biceps pose, his massive chest expanding, rock-hard muscles and 
veins 
sprouting from his arms. He told me online that his chest was seventy inches - 
almost six 
feet around; at 5' 6", my whole body wouldn't even wrap around that huge chest.

His arms were incredibly powerful and massive - 25 inch biceps that looked 
chiseled as 
stone, his super-wide lats accentuating his deep pits, wet with sweat. My biceps 
were 
barely 14 inches.

"On your knees, boy," he growled.

I dropped to my knees, slowly, looking up, entranced by his huge, massive frame. 
He 
dropped his beefy arms to his sides and expanded his chest, the tight t-shirt 
beginning to 
rip.

"Lick my boots, punk," he commanded.

I bent down, licking his boots, worshipping him with my tongue. I heard the 
shirt ripping 
and looked up, seeing him flexing one bicep, admiring his mass and power, 
ripping the 
shirt with his beefy hand and dropping it on me. I got so hard, feeling the 
shirt drop on 
my back, smelling the sweat from his ripped shirt.

He lifted the heel of his right foot, flexing his calve.

"Worship me, boy," he said.

I moved my hands and tongue to his enormous calf - he said it was over 23 inches 
around 
and I could believe it. Even through the blue jeans, I could feel the ripped 
muscle, feel the 
veins pounding beneath my tongue. He flexed the other, and I shifted my mouth 
and 
tongue to his other rock-hard calf.

When I least expected it, he lifted his heavy foot from the floor and brought it 
down on the 
upper part of my back, bringing me face down on the floor with just enough force 
to 
knock the breath out of me. I looked up, seeing him slowly flexing a double-bi 
and a 
most muscular, admiring himself in the mirror on the wall of my living room.

"Fuck yeah. I could crush your skull, bitch," he whispered in a deep, low voice. 
"Where's 
that basement you mentioned."

I pointed towards a door at the far side of the room.

Before I knew what happened, he bent down and scooped me up in one arm, pressing 
his 
bicep and forearm hard into my back, forcing me against his chest, carrying me 
towards 
the basement. I could barely breath as I felt his massive frame walking down the 
steps, 
my feet dangling and my arms flailing as he carried me.

He threw me down hard on the basement floor like a sack of potatoes. I watched 
as he 
removed his boots and took off his pants and jock strap. Fully naked, his was a 
huge 
mass of power - 370 pounds of muscle on muscle. His gigantic legs looked like 
tree 
trunks compared to my matchstick legs. He flexed his thighs and they pushed out 
his 
rock hard cock and balls.

This beast walked over to me, flexing his arms and chest. He picked me up off 
the floor, 
putting his arm under my arms, his forearm hard against my neck. Pressing me 
against 
his body with one arm, he ripped off my shirt, shorts and underwear, tossing 
them aside.

He plopped me on the floor and spun me around, facing him, his massive rounded 
pecs in 
my face.

He did a double bi, his nostrils flaring, glaring down at me. Then, without 
warning, he 
brought down his arms and punched me in the chest with his meaty fist.

I feel on the concrete floor, knocked back a couple of feet, surprised and 
winded. He 
knew what he was doing - it was painful, but he hadn't broken anything. He was 
just 
showing me who was the boss.

He stepped towards me, bent down and placed his huge powerful hand around my 
neck, 
slowly lifting me up and up.

I struggled - his grip was so tight, his arms rock hard with muscle, veins 
pumping. I felt 
myself being lifted off the floor. I couldn't breathe.

Just as I started loosing consciousness, he let go, holding me up tight against 
his body 
with his other arm. I struggled for air as he flexed his arm tight against my 
back, crushing 
me against his chest.

He grabbed my arm with his other hand, digging his fingers deep into my bicep 
and then 
in my forearm. 

"Fucking matchstick, bitch," he growled.

He flexed even harder against my back and flexed his other bicep for me to 
worship.

"Look at this, bitch," he said, admiring his flexed bicep, "like a flexed cock 
ready to fuck 
you, bitch."

He loosed his grip on my back only to grab my neck again with his other hand. I 
struggled 
for air, I flailed against his rock hard arm. I was passing out.

The next thing I knew I was screaming in pain. He had placed his hands on either 
side of 
my waist, pounding his hard cock into my ass.

Mounted on his cock, he walked over to the other side of the basement where I 
had set up 
my weight bench as he had instructed. He laid down on the bench and commenced 
doing 
presses. I could feel his cock inside me, getting even harder as he lifted and 
did reps. I 
had never taken a cock this large - it was so painful, but felt so good. I moved 
my body 
up and down on his cock as he lifted the weights.

After he was pumped and sweaty, he sat up on the bench, flexing his arms and 
chest, 
admiring his work. He wrapped his arms around my body, pressing my face between 
his 
pecs, flexing them hard against my face, almost smothering me.

He stood up, pressing against my back even harder, my legs wrapped around his 
massive 
flexed legs. He stood there, pumping my ass, harder and harder, crushing me 
against his 
body.

Then, I felt it and heard it - a broken bone. He cracked one of my ribs and I 
felt a gush of 
his cum in my ass.

I passed out.

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