New Story: Junkyard Beast

[V.R.Goh]

Here's a new story for you, while I work on another one. I won't give you any hints, except to say it will be finished when it's finished. That said, you know the usual legal mumbo-jumbo. Enjoy!
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I can?t believe I was crazy enough to take that dare. But, it was either that or have my kid brother punk me for life. Okay, I thought, he gets a pass for being immature because he?s only 15 to my 19. But, if I get killed doing this crazy stunt, I?m gonna haunt his pizza-faced ass for the rest of his life. I silently gave myself a pass for never being able to turn down a dare.

Let me explain. My younger (and less mature) brother, Darren, told me the rumors about this scrap yard on the edge of town. Supposedly, he told me, there?s some kind of gigantic monster that roams through it every night. He continued with a description that was obviously exaggerated. The Junkyard Beast, as ?it? is called, is ten feet tall, five feet wide, and is probably half-giant. It is said to be able to crush a whole car with its bare hands and it eats trespassers for dinner. I predictably rolled my eyes in disbelief. Then, he dared me to go into the junkyard and, to prove I was there, swipe something from the junkyard. I agreed to his ridiculous adventure, but only to shut him up. I also wanted to prove him wrong about this terrible man-eating Junkyard Beast.

So, there I was that night, sneaking around the junkyard, hoping not to find Darren?s monster. The full moon overhead made it easier to see in the dark. Unfortunately, it also made it easier to be seen by some night guard. As I snuck through the muddy grounds of the junkyard that night, I heard a loud grunting sound. What was unusual about this sound was its regular rhythm. It was almost like the grunts that guys make while they?re lifting weights, only more primal. There?s definitely someone here, I thought as I continued my way toward the source of the sound.

A light up ahead of me confirmed my suspicions: there is someone here. I drew closer to the light and the sounds, expecting to see Darren?s Junkyard Beast. What I saw completely blew my mind.

The clearing itself was a circle about fifty feet in diameter and surrounded by tall piles of scrap metal from the corpses of cars. The area was deep enough in the junkyard so that one could neither be heard nor seen from the street. The thought of no one hearing me scream my last breath before being eaten by some giant creature was chilling, if it were not for another sensation I felt: awe.

In the middle of this hidden corner of the yard was, believe it or not, a crude weight set. A makeshift bench looked strong enough to support a Hummer without so much as a peep from the metal, while the weight it did support looked roughly as heavy as a Buick. Just behind the bench facing away from me was a sight one would have to see to believe.

This guy, for I could tell that this being resembled a human male, was positively gigantic. He had to measure at least seven feet tall and about three-quarters as wide. What was even more impressive was that every inch of him was covered in massive, rippling, ultra-powerful male muscle. I mean, there are super-heavyweight bodybuilders with close to 300 pounds of muscle, but this guy makes them look downright anorexic. From his neck that would shame a bull to delts that would make basketballs cringe, this guy looked too wide for barn doors and thick enough to crush one like paper. His monstrous lats would be at home on a giant, steroid-pumped manta ray, while his mega-muscular back looked like an overhead map of the Himalayas. The glimpse I saw of his arms told me that he could probably bend steel with his bare hands and not come away with so much as a scratch. His incredibly wide shoulders tapered dramatically to a narrow waist that made him look even more Brobdingnagian. Each of his titanic thighs must have been as wide as, if not wider than, his rock-hard waist. A pair of jeans cut off at the knee hid nothing of the adamantine glutes this massive man possessed. This, I thought, must be Darren?s elusive beast.

The unknown behemoth dropped what appeared to be the axle of a tractor trailer and raised his arms until they were parallel to the ground. Bending them at the elbow, he flexed a double biceps pose that would win him every bodybuilding contest in the world hands down. I attempted to fight back an audible response, hoping that this guy did not have a taste for sneaky interloper on a stick. Unfortunately, the gasp that escaped from my lips might have just been the dinner bell. He turned his head with lightning-fast reflexes.

?Who?s there?? he shouted with a booming voice. ?Show yourself. I know you?re there.? I peeked out long enough to see that he was looking in my direction. Looks like his ears are as strong as his arms, I thought as I prepared to find out whether I was on the menu or not. I tentatively stepped out into the open, remaining in the shadows.

?Come into the light,? he said calmly. ?I?m not gonna hurt you, and I?m certainly not gonna ?grind your bones to make my bread.?? I fought back a snicker as I slowly approached him. Looking at him from the front made me realize that he was, not only monstrously massive, but also ridiculously ripped. There didn?t seem to be an ounce of fat on this guy, just tons and tons of invulnerable, superhuman sinew. He was handsome in a rugged way, like some superhuman cowboy. I maintained my composure, despite my rock-hard erection.

?Sorry for the trespassing,? I apologized. ?My crazy little brother thinks you?re some humongous man-eating beast.? I tried to keep my eyes off of his armor-plated pecs and cannonball-sized delts.

?Yeah, well,? said the ?Beast? in a joking manner, ?don?t believe everything you hear. I?m Brett.? He held out a massively meaty paw. The calluses on his palms showed the results of years of hard physical labor, likely from building those beyond-impressive muscles.

?I?m Theo,? I said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, but not bone-crushing. I could tell he was holding back a lot, so as not to pulverize the tiny bones in my hand. When he released my hand, he took a seat on the bench.

?So,? Brett began, ?you look like a man with questions. What do you want to know??

?Well, for starters,? I responded, ?how big are you and how is it possible that a single human being can be so colossal??

?I figured that you would ask that,? Brett said with a chuckle. ?Not even the owner of this yard knows how I get this big and strong. But, I?ll tell ya. When I was a kid, I lived on my parent?s farm near a nuclear power plant. One day, there was an accident, and, for a single day, the rain was bright green. The weird water got soaked up by our crops and, come harvest time, our corn looked pretty normal. However, it was obvious who ate our corn when they started sproutin? like a weed. Every guy that ate our corn began to mutate into, well, into this.? He then gestured to his muscular physique, his chest rippling as he did so.

?It seemed,? he continued, ?that whatever tainted the corn only affected the men of the town. Most of the mutated men used their new found superstrength to their advantages. The older guys stayed on their farms, doing the work of their tractors and the like. The younger folks, like myself, got jobs as one-man demolition crews, one-man construction crews, and other jobs that requires lots more physical effort than any normal person can muster up. I found this junkyard a year ago, when their car crusher broke down. Rather than fix it, the owner hired me on to do its job. At first, he didn?t think that it was possible for a nineteen-year-old kid to be this big and strong enough to crush metal, but he was a believer after I ripped the door off one of these heaps and crumpled it into a ball as if it was a piece of paper. In exchange for the work, he lets me live here in this place that I put together. It?s not much of a lifestyle, as I do get kinda lonely talking only to the owner. It has its advantages though, since I can use the junk here to create a makeshift gym for myself. I don?t have much of a sex life though, since the owner is happily married and you?re the newest face I?ve seen since I got here.?

?That?s quite a life you?ve lived, Brett,? I said in awe. I was also shocked that this guy was my age and still growing.

?Thanks,? he responded. ?Now as to how big I am, here?s the rundown.? He stood up from the full bench, pulling himself to his full height.

?I had myself measured just this evening,? he started, ?about a few hours before you arrived. I?m 7?10? tall and I weigh 765 pounds of super-dense muscle. I forgot to tell you, that nuclear fallout increases my muscle density as well as size and strength.? He flexed the same double biceps pose that I saw earlier. This time, seeing it from the front was even more awe-inspiring as Mount Vesuvius and Mount Etna erupted from his arms.

?These guns measure 40 inches around,? he stated proudly as he knelt down. ?Go ahead, give ?em a feel.? I approached him, completely mesmerized by the power he commanded, the same power that he was showing me. I put my hands on his massive upper arm. It was like groping a ball of steel wrapped in soft, supple leather.

?Check out these monstrous pecs,? he said, pointing to the inches-deep chasm formed by his thick chest. I slid my hands towards his mighty pectorals. ?That?s eighty inches of steel-crushing pecs you?re groping.? He bounced his shelf-like pecs, first individually, then together. I fought with my libido to contain myself. My hands eventually found their way to his rock-pulverizing abdominals.

?That waist is 38 inches of steel,? Brett growled. ?Feel that muscle, you know you love it.? He was right. Never in my life did I imagine that I would be in the presence of a muscle god to rival all muscle gods. My cock was so hard from this display that it practically hurt.

?These legs are 40 inches around,? Brett continued. ?That?s bigger than my waist, and as big as these cannons.? He flexed his massively muscular upper arms with a primal growl. That growl turned into a groan of pleasure as I heard a ripping sound. I looked below his adamantine waist to see his package pushing against the denim of his cut-off jeans. It looked as if he was trying to free another beast from its cotton cage.

?Stand back, little buddy,? Brett ordered me. I stepped back and watched the display of manly superpower. With a growl, Brett the Junkyard Beast hit a most muscular to rival all other displays of muscle. Every super-strong sinew stood out in bold relief. Every striation could be seen, and viridian veins emerged from under the skin in just the right places that he looked even more imposing. A loud, animalistic grunt issued from Brett heralded the emergence of another?s beast: Brett thick, uncut fire hose of a cock, fully erect and commanding respect and service.

?This here super-cock is twenty-four inches long and as thick as a soda bottle,? Brett said with great amounts of gusto. ?What do you say? Care for some?? I didn?t dare refuse an offer like that. It?s not like I wanted to, anyway. I kneeled before my muscle god and took his divine tool in my hands. I gave his monstrously massive, mega-masculine member (say that three times fast!) a thorough licking, making sure to get everywhere from root to crimson crown. Stretching my jaw widely, I inserted the mushroom-shaped head into my waiting mouth. I sucked on the titanic tool as if it were a baby?s bottle. I pulled out all the stops, using my best moves to get this mammoth muscle man to cum all over me. While I was ministering to Brett?s monstrous member, I was frantically removing my pants and boxers, trying to free my own cock. Within moments, my 9.5 inch dick was free and ready for me. I jerked off with one hand while grasping one of Brett?s walnut-cracking glutes.

?Yeah, that?s it little man,? Brett said, giving in to his carnal desires. ?Suck this beast?s super-cock. You?re doing fine. Uhhh, fuck yeah!? The massive muscle monster whose cock was in my mouth began to flex his superhuman biceps while his other hand held on to me firm enough to keep me still. Within a few minutes, my own cock spurted its ivory payload, spraying cum farther than I had ever done before. Then, I felt a churning in Brett?s orange-sized balls.

?Hold on, Theo,? Brett advised me. ?You?re about to taste a real man?s cum. More than man, I?m a fuckin? muscle god. AAAAAAHHHHH!!! UUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!? With a primal scream that echoed throughout the junkyard, Brett came, and came, and came. I was quickly unable to swallow all of his seed, as some of it came dribbling down my chin. For the 15 minutes that he was cumming, I swallowed as much of his manjuice as I could. When the flow of Brett?s cum finally ceased, I leaned back on my heels, bathing in the afterglow of what I just experienced.

?Not bad, little man,? Brett said, panting. ?You give great head.? I could say nothing, so I smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

I told Darren that his ten-foot-tall ?Junkyard Beast? was really a shadow of the night guard against the piles of car parts. That would keep Brett safe from prying eyes. I figured that, if anyone else saw him, he?d end up either a) in some circus side show as the newest freak, b) as some government scientist?s project, or c) drafted as the military?s newest super-soldier alongside the other mutated men in his town. After the first visit, I slowly found out that drinking his cum makes me bigger, stronger, and more muscular than before. It?s not doubling your size and tripling your strength overnight, but it is significant enough to be noticeable, but discreet enough to keep people from asking questions about steroids, etc. Ever since, I would visit the junkyard every week to talk with my new friend, Brett. Of course, each visit always involves me worshipping his hyper-masculine physique, sucking his mega-masculine mainmast and drinking copious amounts of his cum. I can?t wait to see how big I get by Christmas!

[muscl4life]

This is story is HOT! I loved the premise and the descritpions of the size and the figures of his humongous body. Great story, thanks for another tale!

Cheers

[philat99]

for another gem from your seemingly endless fantasies. Keep up the great writing!
Mike

[V.R.Goh]

It feels good that people like this and many of my stories. Rest assured that Theo will soon give us a new installment of his adventures with Brett the Beast. Any suggestions as to possible plots will be greatly appreciated.

[WhoDunIt]

Definately a great story, kinda makes me wonder if the women of town turned into She-Hulks.................

[V.R.Goh]

After I got home, I quickly removed my clothes and got into the bathroom. I was grateful again that my brother Darren lives across town with my parents. Had I lived with them, I wouldn't get a moment's peace to do what I was about to do. But, thoughts of my nosy parents and my pain-in-the-neck little brother were quickly replaced by my latest encounter.

In case you're wondering what I mean, let me give you a sitrep. By the way, sitrep stands for situation report, the result of being a Marine brat. A few hours ago, I went to the local junkyard on a dare looking for what Darren called a ten-foot-tall muscle giant that ate people alive. What I found was a 7'10" tall, 765 pound mountain of masculine muscle named Brett. After telling me what I like to call his "superhero origin story," i.e. how he became so inhumanly huge, massively muscular, and superhumanly strong, he displayed his powerful physique for my lust-filled eyes. Then, in a sex-fueled haze, I sucked his mammoth member and drank his mega-masculine seed. As I perused myself in the mirror, I noticed that I was bigger, more muscular, more ripped, and better looking than before. I was also better hung, judging by the steadily increasing weight between my legs.

Slowly, I wrapped my fingers around my pole and stroked it firmly. I could feel something within me awakening from its slumber, a beast that hungered for one thing: sexual release of any kind. This internal creature wanted to feel orgasmic bliss that came from ejaculation. As I stroked this beast to its fully awakened state, I subconsciously bounced my burgeoning pecs. Despite the fact that I had been previously described as having a swimmer's build, my visit with Brett left me more closely resembling a very ripped amateur bodybuilder. I absently fondled my newly meaty pecs as I slowly immersed myself in sexual pleasure.

The whole time this was going on, I imagined Brett in all his massively muscular glory. I visualized his thick, bulging biceps that could make the Rockies proud. My mind's eye drifted from his massive arms to his titanic pecs that regularly crush steel. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was flexing my own biceps. It was nowhere near as awe-inspiring as Brett's cannons, but they were big enough to fill shirt sleeves seductively. I finally earned my tickets to the gun show, and it was all thanks to Brett.

A sudden pressure in my crotch brought my attention to my ramrod. What once was a 9.5" cock that was above average was now a foot-long steel pole begging to fill a mouth, ass, or clit. The monster that begged to feel me cum had grown in size and power. I looked into the mirror and gave myself over to the feeling of my own muscles. I brought my arms into a fierce double-bi as my cock glowed a bright crimson. The shaft of my cock throbbed with blood, slowly turning its mushroom corona a bright red. I flexed my bulging arms harder and harder, growling each time.

"Aw, fuck yeah," I growled to no one in particular. "Look at those fuckin' guns. Gonna be one more muscle beast in this town." Immediately, I dropped into a most muscular that brought out every striation into bold relief. Viridian veins bulged from beneath my skin like pencil-thick hoses. I kept flexing a most-muscular over and over, grunting louder and louder with each one. More and more, veins popped up all over my arms, chest and shoulders as I drew closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuckin' beast," I growled in a fit of primal lust. "Fuckin' muscle beast gonna spurt his fuckin' seed. Watch this muscle cock spray all over the place. Fuckin' muscle cock for a fuckin' muscle god." Suddenly, I threw my arms out to my sides and let loose a primal roar.

The floodgates were opened as I came. My cock didn't cum, so much as it erupted like a volcano. Ivory cum came blasting out of my newly enhanced cock as I grunted and shouted in pure, unadulterated lust. This is what Brett must have felt like when he came. My masculine mainmast continued to spray its seed for a good ten minutes, covering the entire bathroom in my cum.

After the sex beast within was satiated, I bathed in the afterglow of my orgasm. I had no words to describe it at first. In fact, it took me a good twenty minutes to say anything other than, "Woah." Then, it took me an hour to clean up the bathroom. I then knew that I had to tell Brett about this tomorrow.

[sexiscriptor]

very hot man, i love that they're both growing maybe theo will be able to feel the majesty of brett's musclegod-cock in his burgeoning muscleboy ass before long, eh? ;p
again, very hot--i'm gonna keep my eye on this
~Ille