Brawn: Thieves

[Corwin]

"I need you to make something for me." The words echoed in Jim's head
as he worked to contain his arousal. Had the customer seen? Jim's
memory had been so vivid, the sudden appearance of this man had
shocked him. He regrouped. 'Be cool,' he thought.

"Yes sir. Uhm... Sorry, didn't hear you come in." Jim scanned the
man's body, and he flexed his chest and abs instinctively -- a peacock
showing his colors against a potential adversary. "Something like
this?" He repeated the man's words, trying to regain his composure.
"A harness?"

Adam looked over Jim and smiled. "What you got on looks hot." Adam
placed the codpiece and metal rings on the counter. "Got these," he
said. "Can you turn them into what you're wearing." Adam flexed his
right arm, making a massive bicep bulge toward the sky. The metal
armstrap stretched with his power. He pointed to the strap, "Already
got these, and want something to match."

"Whoa!" Jim's mouth went dry. "Man, uhm, damn."

In Jim's mind, Adam could see him trying to size Adam up. "Ya, nice and
big. Strong too. You're not bad yourself. Go ahead, flex for me.
What you got, 20 inch guns?" Adam knew the truth, but wanted to
compliment this handsome stud.

Jim flexed his arm next to Adam's. "It's only 18 inches," he
confessed. His arm looked small, like a boy's next to a man's. "How
big is that cannon of yours?"

"Don't know. Never bothered to check. Just kept trying to make it
bigger," Adam lied. He unflexed, and moved his hand to Jim's bicep,
rubbing his big hand over it's hard mass. He moved to Jim's shoulder,
then traced the leather-stud's harness, his hand ending up on Jim's
pec. "Ya, I think I'll look real good in something like this. You
agree?"

Jim's body flushed at Adam's touch. Jim was all man, but Adam was so
much more. His cock throbbed against its leather cage. "Yes,
sir... er, I mean..."

"No," Adam interrupted. He knew what Jim wanted but couldn't admit.
"Name's Adam," he said, then added with authority, "but I think you
should call me 'sir'. And what's your name, boy?"

"Uhm, bo... I mean, Jim."

Adam took a step toward Jim. He placed his hands on Jim's arms,
feeling their firmness and squeezing the ample muscle. He looked deep
into Jim's eyes. "Jim's a good name, boy." Adam's accute hearing
heard Jim's heart racing with desire. "Now, don't you think you ought
to start measuring me." Adam stepped closer, pressing his pecs into
Jim's manly chest.

Jim felt as though he was on fire. He took a deep breath, trying to
compose himself, then whispered, "yes sir." He pressed into Adam
before pulling back, turning and picking up a tape measure. "I need
to measure the circumference of your chest. Uhm... I mean, for the
harness," he added, afraid of the big man's reaction and masking his
secret desire to manhandle Adam's huge muscles.

"Why not start with this," suggested Adam, raising his arm and again
flexing his huge bicep. "You wanted to know how big it is. Go ahead
boy, find out."

Jim nodded. There were butterflies in his stomach and he felt his
hands get sweaty. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
'Act professional,' he thought to himself, but his hardening cock had
other ideas for him. He felt his hand begin to quivver, intimated by
the size of this man's arm. He regained control as he wrapped the
tape measure around. "Fuck!" he exclaimed involuntarily as he
realized the man's flexed peak was forty-plus inches. He pulled the
tape tight, and read the number. "42".

"Are you sure?" Adam flex harder, drawing more power from the energy
giving metal. His bicep grew.

"Shit! 45. No 47. That's impossible!"

Adam stopped the tape at 50.

"You're arms are almost three times the size of mine." Jim took a
step back, dropping the tape to the floor.

Adam relaxed and placed his hands on Jim's arms. "Damn nice arms you
got, boy." Adam moved his hands to the codpeice, which was obviously
packed full. "And damned big cock."

Jim felt Adam's hand on his ever hardening dick. Adam squeezed,
making Jim harder. Jim was under Adam's power. He closed his eyes
and ran his hands over Adam's hulking arms. When he touched the metal
armstraps, he was surprised that Adam's muscle seemed just as hard or
harder than the metal, and the metal seemed to stretch and compress as
Adam's muscle flexed.

Adam held onto Jim for a few seconds, then said, "Better get to
measuring me, boy."

Jim popped out of his erotic trance. "Oh ya, sorry." He looked to
the floor, regaining his composure, and picked up the tape
measure. Adam stood still, his enormous pecs raising high and thick.
He raised his arms and Jim tried to wrap the tape around Adam's
powerful torso. Jim's long arms were too short go around Adam's
heaving pecs and thick, wide lats.

"Need me to hold an end for you, boy?" Adam asked with a smirk. In
Jim's mind, Adam could sense the lust the leatherman had for him and
his power. He liked it. He took one end of the tape, and with a
twist of his head, ordered Jim to walk around him, the tape wrapping
around the thickest part of his torso. Jim's hand shook when he
realized the eight-foot tape was inches too small.

Adam inhaled, forcing his diaphram up and tightening his waist. The
vaccuum made his stomach super-thin, then he flexed his abs and pecs
and spread his lats. The tape had no chance of measuring Adam's
titanic muscular size. He laughed. "Ya! No one's bigger than this.
You like it, don't you boy!"

Jim dropped the tape and put his mouth to Adam's hard nipple. He bit,
tasting the huge man's power. In Jim's mind, Adam could see the
harness. Adam placed his hands on Jim's shoulder, pulling him away
from his nipple. "Back to work boy!" He lowered Jim to his crotch.
Jim picked the tape up and wrapped it around Adam's waist. Jim's mind
filled with the instructions to make the cod piece.

"Good boy. Now, for some hot leather pants. And I want these," Adam
pointed to the chains, "around the cuffs. That OK, boy?"

"Whatever you want, Sir," Jim agreed. First, Jim measured Adam's
inseam. His disbelief grew as he wrapped the tape around Adam's
ripped outer thigh, noting it was more than twice as big as Jim's
waist. To be safe, he measure Adam's calf at an amazing 28 inches,
then finally the cuff. In his mind, Jim planned how to construct the
pants. Adam saw it all.

As Jim rose, Adam stared at him, mentally ordering him to pause. When
Jim stopped, Adam called upon his super speed. Faster than Jim could
register, he measured leather and sewed it to the metal. He created a
harness, then chaps and finally a codpiece. He wrapped his muscles in
leather, pushing the magic metal to his skin. He felt powerful. He
looked in the mirror at his new costume. 'All I need is to finish
these glasses," he thought as he moved to Jim. The process took less
than a second. He stood before Jim, looking in his eyes. 'I'm here
to pick up my purchase.' He willed Jim to believe and react.

"I hope you're satisfied with my work, sir," Jim said. "I've never
had to make such large gear before." Jim's cock stirred more as he
admired his work, recalling the effort to build a harness big enough
for this customer or chaps that could contain those massive thighs.

Adam bounced his pecs, the metal stretching and contracting to
accomidate his hard muscle. The chaps highlighted every ridge of his
massive thighs and calves, and the codpiece swelled to contain his
manhood. Adam smiled at Jim, willing the man to satisfy his sexual
desires. Jim started to lick and suck on Adam's neck when Adam's
concentration was interrupted when he heard a commotion from next
door.

Adam issued a mental command to Jim to stop. He turned, and looked at
the wall. He saw through it. The kid at the tattoo shop was pressed
against the wall. A shirtless guy had him in an arm lock, and another
was going through the cash register. Adam was impressed. Both men
looked powerful, like powerlifters but more defined. Adam turned his
attention back to Jim.

"Gotta leave you boy. I'm needed." Adam turned.

"Can I see you again," Jim pleaded.

"Count on it." Adam left Jim's shop. Jim walked to the door and saw
the big man looking into the tattoo shop. He stood there for a
minute, then entered. Jim thought for a second, then flipped the sign
to "closed" and followed.

Outside the tatoo parlor Adam used his vision powers and watched what
was transpiring inside the shop. The crook at the cash register had
picked it up and was crushing it with his bare hands, his forearms
swelling with strength and his pecs rippling as the contracted the
metal with ease. "This will be your head if you don't tell me where
the money is!" The hood's arms swelled with new muscle as they
overpowered the steel, his chest and back ballooning with strength as
the metal was forced further in upon itself. "We know you got it, now
tell." He tossed the the crumpled metal ball to the other thief.

"I think he needs some more encouragement," said the second man,
throwing the kid to the ground, placing his foot on the kid's back and
holding the kid down with his muscular leg. The bully took the metal
between his hands and pressed, flexing his thick chest as he squeezed.
His pecs flexed and ballooned larger as he flattened the metal ball
into a disc with his hands.

Adam watched in disbelief as both men inflated with more muscle and
strength.

The bully reached down and lifted the kid off the ground with one
hand, his bowling ball delts ripping into three distinct heads. "Last
chance, wimp," he said. When the kid began to cry, the bully laughed.
He grabbed the kid's head with his hands and shoved the kid's face
between his pecs. The ravine in the muscleman's chest was easily as
deep as the kid's head, which was swallowed by the massive muscles.
Then he flexed, ironhard muscle squeezing the kid's head with crushing
force. A muffled scream only made the two villans snicker as the kid
thrashed and futilely fought to free himself from the overwhelming power.

Adam had seen enough. "Let him go!" he demanded as he barged into the
parlor. Adam moved toward the two thugs, flaring his lats into
massive wings and bouncing his leather-bound pecs in a show of
masculine intimidation.

"Who the fuck are you?" asked the thief behind the counter. He
vaulted over the counter to confront Adam, "and how are you gonna make
us?"

"Call me Brawn," said Adam, "and these will make you." Adam flexed
his massive peaked bis, the metal straps glistening in the light.

The thief's expression didn't change. He moved his right hand to his
left wrist below his watch, and held it there. After a second, he
took a step toward Brawn and looked at his massive cannon with
contempt. "Pretty good, but not good enough," he said as he slowly
raised his arm next to Adam's. The thug began to flex, and as he did,
his bicep grew up and tricep expanded downward. With slow, deliberate
motions, the thief contracted his arm, and as he did, it grew larger,
thicker and harder. It took him a good fifteen seconds to complete
his flex, and when he did, his arm was noticably bigger than Adam's.

Brawn laughed. He placed a hand over the monsterous muscle and began
to crush it with his fingers. The thief screamed, and tried to pull
his arm away, but Adam was too strong. "Ya it's big, but kinda soft."
Brawn threw a punch into the thiefs rock-gut, forcing the wind out of
his lungs and sending him flying backwards. Before he could turn, the
other thief had launched himself at Brawn's massive back. He too had
somehow muscled-up. Now, he was even bigger than the first crook, and
his massively muscled body was like a battering-ram hitting Brawn.
Brawn lunged forward and nearly fell as the muscle monster wrapped his
arms around Brawn's torso and squeezed.

Adam was surprised at the man's size and strength. Adam willed
himself stronger, and found he could breath again. Then he felt the
other man's strength increase again. He looked down, and noticed that
the watch was not a watch but a dial of some kind. It read one
quarter full, and seemed to be dropping. Brawn concentrated, and his
vision penetrated the man's skin. There was some kind of reservoir
attached to a pump beneath his skin. It was a quarter full of a
liquid that was being injected into the man's blood stream.

Brawn moved his arms to the thug's wrists. He pulled the thug's arms,
but felt the man resist. Adam noticed the dial move
lower. 'Damn... what's this guy on. Almost out of juice. Gotta win
soon.' Brawn heard the voice in his head and knew he was hearing the
thief's thoughts. 'Gotta give Roger time.' Slowly, Brawn increased
his strength and the thief resisted, the dial inching closer to empty.
Adam felt the thief's body swell as his muscles grew, attempting to
overcome his own limitless strength. Adam felt himself being lifted,
then thrown to the ground with such force that the building shook.

Brawn took advantage of the opening he had been given. In a
microsecond, he was up and on the thief. He grabbed the man's left
pectoral muscle in his big hand and began to squeeze. The man
tightened his muscle, the flex resisting Brawn's claw hold. The
instant Brawn's fingers pressed into the muscle, they were forced back
by a steely-hard strength. Brawn's fingers turned white as the man
screamed, flexing his pecs harder to resist Brawn's granite-crushing
grip.

Suddenly, Adam felt the resistence in the man's muscle wane and the
growth stop. The dial on the man's wrist was fully to the left, and
the thief's strength had reached its limit. Brawn's fingers dug into
the man's chest as the muscle stopped hardening and succumb to the
power of Brawn.

"Now it's your turn to let him go!" It was Roger. Brawn snapped
around to see the second thief with one massive arm around the neck of
Jim.

Adam felt a rush of anger followed by an energy surge. Using his
clawlike grip, he lifted the man into the air by his pectoral and
threw him hard. The man hit a wall with a loud "THUD", his massive
muscle absorbing the brundt of the impact. "If you hurt him, I'll
kill you!" Brawn screamed.

Roger pulled out a metal vial with a plastic tip and tossed it to the
other man. "Here Joe," he said as the other man caught the vial. Joe
pulled off the plastic, revealing a needle. He put the needle into
his wrist below the gage. Using his enhanced vision, Brawn saw the
needle rise from empty to full.


"Now that's more like it," said Joe, striking an obscene most-muscular
pose, forcing his muscle to harden and grow slightly. He walked over
to Roger and took Jim in one hand. "How'd you like a hug, boy!"

Brawn began to move.

"Stay right there!" Roger commanded. "You even think about moving,
and I'll squash pretty-boy like a banana." Roger tensed, and pain
shot into Jim's eyes as his face contorted, trying to hide his
feelings.

Adam's mind raced. If he used superspeed, he might be able to pull
Jim away but could the man's body take the heat generated by the
friction with the air? He couldn't risk it. His anger grew, and his
muscle tightened. Veins pulsed throughout his body and he felt his
temperature rise. As he got angrier, the metal on his body began to
glow. Slowly, the glow expanded over Brawn's body, glow a golden aura
accentuating his huge fame. Suddenly a beam shot from the harness ring
between his heaving pecs hitting Jim. Jim's body absorbed the beam and
glowed the same golden color.

Roger reacted by using his massive guns to crush the life from Jim.
Instead, Jim felt nothing. In fact, Jim felt different -- stronger.
The beam from Brawn was energizing him with a feeling of power and
masculinity. Roger's grip began to losen as Jim's chest grew, his
pecs and lats thickening. Jim's leather harness began to tighten as
the muscles on his torso ballooned up. The leather and metal pressed
into Jim's muscles, but the hard flesh would not be denied. The metal
ring pulled into an oval as the leather stretched thin then snapped,
falling to the floor. Jim's chaps conformed to his thickening quads,
hams and calves -- the ridge of every muscle visible -- before
ripping.

Roger fought to contain Jim, to squeeze him down. The muscle serum
pumped furiously into his body, and the gage twisted from full to
empty as Jim's power overwhelmed Roger. In seconds, Jim took control.
Jim began to force his watermellon-sized arms out while Roger tried to
squeeze Jim's arms in. Roger lost. Jim's cannonball shoulders
overpowered the Roger's super strong arms as if he were a child.

"Fucker, don't you ever do that to me again," cried Jim as he twisted
around and slammed his fist into Roger's face. Roger's head snapped
back on his bull neck from the impact of Jim's missle-like fist and
blood dripped from his mouth as he fell to the ground unconscious.
"Damn wimp!" Jim screamed as he flexed his massive peaks at the fallen
thief. "Fucking A man, that was a rush!"

Brawn took the opportunity to act. In the blink of an eye he sped
across the room and threw a series of earth-shaking punches at Joe.
Joe had no time to resist or even call upon his muscle serum, the
attack was too fast. Brawn's fists were a blur as they hit Joe's rock
hard abs and super dense pecs. Joe was helpless against the onslaught
and fell back, trying to regroup.

Jim watched, seeing Brawn's hands as if in slow motion. Using his new
powers, he sped behind Joe.

Joe found his way blocked by Jim. "Not so fast, asshole." Jim
grabbed Joe's arms, pulling them behind his back while Brawn continued
to pummel the man with earth-shaking punches. Jim looked down and saw
the vial of muscle liquid buried below the thief's skin. Laser's shot
from Jim's eyes as the liquid in the vial began to boil. Joe screamed
as super-heated growth serum was forced into his blood, raising his
body temperature above 107 degrees. Joe's body spasmed as he lost
consciousness, his limp form held up by Jim.

Jim easily lifted Joe's ragdoll-like body and tossed it on top of Roger's.

"Man, that was a rush!" said Jim, walking over to Adam. He put his
hand on Adam's chest and rubbed it. "Whatever you did to me, sir,
thanks! I'm huge." Jim raised his arm, flexing his bicep for his
master.

"Still looks kinda small, boy," said Brawn as he raised his arm, his
mountainous muscle dwarfing Jim's hill. Jim moved his free arm to
Brawn's muscle, then to his, feeling the strength and size in each.
His eager cock bounced in what remained of his pants. Adam noticed
Jim's obvious enthusiasm. "Not now boy." Turning to the tattoo
parlor owner. "So, what was that about?"

Ron had managed to pull himself off the floor. In his mind, Brawn
could see the story. These thieves were traitors, and Ron was a
middle man between them and a terrorist cell. Instead of turning the
money over to them, Ron had kept it, run away and used it to open this
shop. Before Brawn could react, he heard something at the door.
Turning, he saw nine men, hugely muscled in military fatigues. Each
had a vial full of muscle growth serum implanted in their arms.

The biggest one walked over to Brawn. "Pretty good, big guy, but
we'll take it from here."

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Great addtion to the series, cannot wait until the next installment. Thanks Corwin!

[Lukullus]

Wow! That was great!
Thanks for this great chapter...

Hope the next one will be online very soon...


Lukullus

[Mad Dog]

Interesting! Will this tie into any of your other series?

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

Interesting! Will this tie into any of your other series?

Nope, this is stand alone (though parts 1 and 2 are somewhere back in the story forum). Sorry it took so long to post this chapter -- just been too damned busy. More soon (I hope)

Scott

[iceman751]

I love the size of the muscles on the main character and his enemies, the strength is awesome too! I can't wait to see more, Brawn kicks major ass!