God Evolution: Bull

[redwolf64]

Note - This story contains extreme graphic muscle violence; please move elsewhere if you're not into this kind of thing.
redwolf

God Evolution: Bull

dedicated to BULLMASSTER
slave_formuscle aka redwolf


Brad did as he was told in the email. He went to the address and found a note tacked on the door.

"Door is unlocked. Just go in."

Brad was a thick muscled bodybuilder and had even competed as a heavyweight. He was still a little nervous. He had talked with "Bull" on the phone and exchanged emails, but he didn't know what Bull looked like. Bull's stats sounded so incredible, he knew this had to put a put-on or some kind of joke. Maybe something to trap him - no one knew about his desire to worship another bodybuilder.

Brad opened the door and walked in.

There was no one there. Things looked normal enough - just a simple living room.

"Anybody here?" Brad called out.

He heard something stirring from another room. The sound was coming from a doorway that led to another room.

Bull walked up the steps towards the doorway, his steps heavy.

This man - this beast - ducked as he walked through the doorway, his seven-foot high body casting a long shadow in the dim light. He walked into the room a few steps and just stood there.

The first thing Brad noticed was his immense mass. Bull's chest must have been seven or eight feet in circumference; immense round pecs stood out from his frame, his nipples hard, erect.

Bull's arms hung relaxed and pointed outward at 45 degree angles from his body - even while resting, Bull's thick lats made an obscene v-shape towards his torso. Muscles and veins snaked over Bull's biceps and forearms - Brad stared in disbelief, watching the veins visibly pump, larger than his fingers. Relaxed, Bull's biceps were a good thirty inches around.

Bull's lats tapered at an angle to his insanely small, but ripped torso and waist.

Bull's thighs and lower legs flared outward, obscenly packed with muscle, his legs slightly longer in proportion that a "normal" homo spaiens.

Brad could barely see it in the dim light, but Bull's cock pointed stright up - hard, filled with blood, incredibly strong, thick, and long.

"You're surprised?" Bull asked blankly.

Brad just stood there, unable to speak or move. Bull's immense power was overwhelming.

Bull was no longer the human being, the so-called "homo sapiens" as our world knew him. He was something beyond human - a next step in forced evolution.

Brad began to tremble as Bull walked towards him.

Bull's feet pounded the floor, thick and heavy, supporting his immense weight. Bull's toes and feet were long and thick. Bull's hands and feet were massive - even his face looked inhuman, with a square jaw and prominent brow.

In his Internet ad, Bull had said he had been injecting massive doses of roids and HGH for several years, even trying experimental genetically engineered myostatin blockers.

Brad was a massive bodybuilder - over six feet tall, ripped at 230 pounds - but he had never seen anything like this. He thought he was hallucinating.

Bull stopped just in front of Brad and stared at him, hitting did a double biceps pose.

Brad's heart almost stopped - Bull's biceps were like two veined and corded basketballs. His arms must have been a yard around, but ripped and veined. Brad watched in disbelief as Bull flexed - veins on Bull's arms like an obscene roadmap, thick and visibly pulsing with power.

Without warning, Bull reached down and firmly grabbed Brad's crotch with one hand, easily lifting Brad high into the air until his eyes met Brad's. He stared at him for a moment with a fixed gaze.

Bull flexed his arm.

"Worship me," he growled in an inhuman bass voice.

Brad was paralyzed - he didn't know what to do.

Bull, still holding in the air with one hand, grabbed his wrist with his free hand, pulling it up towards his arm.

Sheepishly, Brad touched Bull's flexed bicep. He felt the pumped vein in the palm of his hand, the round peak of Bull's bicep.

"Harder," Bull commanded, squeezing his massive hand around Brad's crotch.

The pain for Brad was almost too much to bear - Bull's hand closed around his balls like a steel vise.

Brad let out a yelp and tried to grasp Bull's flexed bicep with all his strength. He could feel the pumped veins fighting against his hand.

Bull tossed him to the floor like a discarded rag doll.

"You're weak," Bull said, blankly in his inhumanely deep voice.

Brad had his breath knocked out of him when he landed, sprawled on the floor. He looked up at this inhuman being towering eight feet over him.

Bull's features were distorted - his brow and jaw were prominent, his hands and feet huge in proportion to his size. Bull was like some kind of post-human Neanderthal, covered with fur and muscle.

Bull planted his foot on Brad's chest and abs, pushing him to the ground.

Brad felt Bull's massive, heavy foot - the toes at his throat, the heel grounding into his cock and balls.

Bull was just playing with him. Bull saw that Brad was a massive bodybuilder - he understood that he couldn't release all his rage at once since he could shatter Brad completely.

Bull enjoyed the sensation of his toes at Brad's throat, his heal pressing into Brad's stomach. Brad had hard abs, but the ball of Bull's twenty inch feet flattened them. He could feel Brad's cock, growing hard on his heel.

Bull could kill him now, but he didn't want to.

"Worship your God," Bull commanded.

Bull lifted his foot, holding his toes in front of Brad's face. Brad gasped for air.

"Lick it," Bull said, his voice growling.

Brad just lay there, groaning.

"I said LICK IT!"

With a swift move, Bull slammed his massive foot into Brad's crotch. Brad cried out in agony, moving his hands towards his crotch, feeling only Bull's foot, immovable and pressing hard.

"I am GOD, BOY," Bull growled in a low voice. "You must obey."

Bull held his foot over Brad's face. Brad was crying in pain and shaking. Slowly, tentatively, he licked the bottom of Bull's foot.

Bull moved his foot closer to Brad's face.

"I'll crush you, boy."

Bull's foot now rested on Brad's face. Brad struggled, tried to plead.

"Harder, boy," Bull said, matter-of-factly.

Brad frantically moved his mouth and tongue over Bull's foot.

"Weak little shit," Bull snarled.

Bull reached down and forced Brad to his feet. The massive bodybuilder was groggy, staggering.

Bull wrapped one of his beefy veined arms around Brad, lifting him from the ground and holding the bodybuilder's body close to his chest. Bull flexed his other bicep.

"Look at that power, punk," Bull snorted, spitting in Brad's face.

Bull just stood there for a moment, admiring his flexed bicep, looking like some veined and corded basketball. He breathed deeply, crushing Brad against his massive pecs, licking the peak of his bi.

"You don't know how to worship your God, shithead," Bull said, staring at his own inhumanly muscled forearm.

Bull began walking towards the door where he emerged. He had something special in mind for this bag of garbage. Usually, Bull could barely fit through the doorway - his body was so wide and muscled. The extra weight of the bodybuilder made his frame even wider. Bull was so enraged and pumped with power that he rushed through the doorway anyway, ripping off parts of the wooden doorframe with his arms.

They were going down wooden steps that creaked and groaned from the weight of Bull's muscle. Brad was in extreme pain and groggy, but he sensed the dimmer light and the wet musty smell of the basement where they were headed.

The basement was basically empty, except for some heavy duty weightlifting equipment, the walls and floor concrete. Bull dropped Brad on the hard floor.

He walked deliberately across the basement to a set of weights, mounted on a bar and resting on a thick iron rack. Bull stood at the weights, flexing his neck.

Bull's neck was ripped with flexing muscle and pulsing veins. Brad, barely able to sit up from his position on the floor, watched transfixed. Bull's neck looked as thick as Brad's leg.

Brad just stared as Bull's massive body. The beast stood there, completely naked, shaking his arms, flexing and breathing deeply. Bull placed his hands on the bar and lifted the weights from the iron rack.

Brad thought he was dreaming. He watched, his mouth open with disbelief, as he counted the plates on the bar - a thousand pounds?

Bull lifted the weights up and down, slowly, breathing in an out like some kind of unstoppable machine. Rep after rep, Bull lifted the bar in a deadlift with a weight that was close to a world record for the most gifted humans.

But Bull was beyond human at this point.

Brad was a huge bodybuilder by normal standards, but Bull was unlike anything he had ever seen. He watched Bull moving the weights up and down, the iron plates rattling and the bar bending as Bull lifted, veins and layer upon layer of muscle pumping in Bull's neck, pecs, shoulders and arms, Bull's legs like two obscenely veined tree-trunks planted on the concrete floor.

Not only was Bull easily lifting this Olympic calibre weight in a deadlift, he was getting a hard-on doing it.

Brad felt small. Very small.

Bull thought he was sufficiently pumped. He placed the weights back on the rack with a loud "thwack". He breathed and flexed as he walked around the weights and rack and towards Brad.

Bull's body was pumped beyond belief; his pecs bouncing and flexing as he stepped toward Brad. The only sounds in the basement were Bull's heavy steps on the concrete floor, his breathing, and Brad mumbling "no".

Brad tried to scramble away, trembling. Bull stopped in front of him. With a quick motion, he bent down and, once again, took hold of Brad's thick in his thick hand, hoisting Brad's shaking body high into the air. Bull walked forward, holding Brad's body aloft, until he reached the concrete wall.

Bull held Brad's body against the wall with one hand and forearm, still allowing him to breath. Bull held his hand up to Brad's face, slowly forming his thick fingers into a fist, his forearm exploding with rock-hard muscle and pumping veins.

With a growl, Bull pumped his fist into Brad's stomach with a massive blow. He slammed his fist into Brad's stomach again. Bull smiled when he saw Brad spitting up blood.

Bull wasn't finished. He still held his hand on Brad's throat with a vice-like grip and pushed his forearm into Brad's chest.

With his free hand, he grabbed Brad's wrist and, at the same time, backed away from him, letting his battered body fall to the concrete floor. Bull placed his foot on the lower part of Brad's spine, twisting his arm, slowly cracking the bones, twisting it.

Brad screamed in agony as Bull circled him. Bull picked up Brad in a bear hug, placing his meaty hands on Brad's spine, squeezing ... harder and harder.

Bull felt Brad trying to struggle, but he was too weak to put up much of a fight. Bull flexed his arms tighter, feeling his round veined pecs against Brad's chest, his rock-hard erection pressing hard against Brad's body.

Bull grinned as he felt Brad's ribs cracking. He enjoyed Brad's whimpering.

Bull sensed that Brad was near death, but he wanted him to understand the power of his God.

He dropped Brad to the floor in a heap and slowly walked towards a corner of the basement. Bull leaned down and picked up an iron weight bar in his meaty hands. Dropping on one knee, he placed the bar on the floor behind Brad.

Still on his knee in front of Brad, Bull took Brad's shoulder in one hand, sitting him up. With the other, Bull picked up the weight bar and placed in on Brad's back.

Leaning Brad against the iron bar, Bull placed his hands on each end of the bar, flexing his arms, back, pecs and neck with all his strength, bending the bar until the ends met in front of Brad's chest.

Holding Brad's shoulder to keep him sitting up, Bull stepped behind Brad and dropped to one knee.

He placed his mighty hands on either side of Brad's head. Bull looked in a mirror on a wall of the basement as he flexed a most muscular, pressing in one Brad's skull. He watched in the mirror as blood gushed from Brad's eyes. He heard and felt the cracking of Brad's jaw and skull, letting out a growl as he felt the skull collapse, a mix of pus, brains and blood gushing from Brad's eye sockets and mouth.

Bull stood up, letting the crushed bodybuilder's mass fall to the floor.

He looked in the full-length mirror, the bodybuilder's body at his feet, his hands dripping with blood. Bull flexed his biceps, feeling the blood drip down his wrists and on to his heavily corded and veined forearms and biceps.

"I AM GOD," Bull growled.

-end-

[arpeejay]

Well, I must say that snuff does nothing for me. Knowing he has that power is exciting; having him use it in that way is, well, disappointing I guess. I'm sure Brad would have turned into a very nice muscle slave with the tiniest bit of work. :-)

Awesome (pre-snuff) descriptions, though! Bull is very impressive!

xoxo

Richard

[imfit]

The story seemed to have great potential. Your descriptions of Bull and Brad were good. The story went to snuff far too quickly.


It would have been better if you could have played out the worship scene and developed Brad as a muscle slave to his Bull God.

[redwolf64]

I considered doing it that way (minus the snuff, Brad becomes slave) as an alternate version. Will probably do that when I have the time.

[arpeejay]

It's a good story as is, Redwolf. The nice thing about fiction, of course, is that you revise and revise and revise -- and bring people back from beyond! :-)

xoxo

Richard