Msclbldr's The Vortex

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This story is in the archive but it doesn't have its own thread here. As with Walkabout, it's too good not to be highlighted!

The Vortex

By Msclbldr

Part 1

Paul got up from the crushed remains of the bed and looked dispassionately down at the dazed, exhausted man lying in the wreckage.
"Another satisfied customer" he thought bitterly.

The door opened and his minders hurried in, eager to get out of here. They checked the punter was ok: no serious damage anyway, threw some clothes onto Paul and hurried him out of the room. The clean up team would look after the punter and square it with the hotel management. They headed for the car park in the basement where the truck was parked. Service elevator of course, Paul was anything but inconspicuous and anyway, passenger lifts tended to be a bit cramped for him even if they could take the load. The driver was waiting for him, syringe in hand ready to give Paul what he really needed. They knew not to keep him waiting. They had seen what he was capable of when he was impatient for his dose. The needle pierced the huge mass of Paul's left tricep and relaxing warmth spread throughout his body. Locked in the back of the truck now. The driver and minders were up front, protected by a 2" thick bulletproof glass bulkhead. Paul lent his wide back against the armoured steel doors at the rear of the truck and folded his immense thighs beneath him as he sank down to a seated position on the padded floor. He stared at the backs of their head through the glass and tried to relax. These were the few moments that Paul ever had alone and he tried to use them to relax and maintain his sanity.

The truck sped through darkened streets of this anonymous city. He didn't know where he was this time: he was past caring. One job was much the same as another. A faceless luxury hotel room in a bland city, some rich punter willing to pay big to explore his massive body for a few hours (or maybe a heavier scene like tonight). They paid big but then Paul and the others were their fantasies come true... literally.

The truck hit a bump and his massive pecs bounced. He flexed slightly to stop the movement in his flesh; he was still sore from his workout earlier that day and the movement of the huge mass of muscle was uncomfortable. He looked down at his body, amazed still by the size of his body and the transformation it had undergone.

It had started 9 months ago in a dark club in a seedy neighbourhood of LA.. He had been travelling in the US, doing the usual Aussie thing of going walkabout before starting Uni.

Amongst the dark corridors and dimly lit rooms, disorientated by the crashing techno beat he had found himself in a pitch-black space. The music was muffled here, reduced to a dull thudding that was felt rather than heard. He felt the presence of another person, the feeling of being observed, of being studies. Intimidating. He turned to go back to the other rooms where there was at least a little light and other people but he couldn't see where he had come in. He heard breathing, the sound of heavy booted footfall approaching him.

He smelt sweat and leather and cum.

He felt an hand on his shoulder. Huge and heavy, engulfing his own thick deltoid, squeezing gently but irresistibly.

"You have a good body" said a deep rumble from the darkness "you obviously train it Do you appreciate a hard worked body in others?" Paul lifted his hand up to the strangers hand on his shoulder and grabbed at the man's wrist. It was enormously thick and covered in hair. He slid his hand up to the forearm which was a mass of corded hair covered muscle which bulged fantastically towards the man's elbow. His elbow joint was thick with steel hawser like tendons which connected into the muscle of the upper arm. Paul knew about muscle.

He has lifted weights since he was 15 and had a good physique. He had been in enough hard core gyms to see the big boys train and see their muscles in action but nothing could have prepared him for the realisation of what presence he was in. This was freaky, This was inhuman. The bicep he tried to explore was larger than his head; so large that there almost appeared to be no curvature to it. Even though it was relaxed and slightly pliable ,he could feel the split between the two muscle heads. His hand slipped off the top of the bicep and explored down the side to where its mass intersected with the hanging bulk of the tricep. The tricep was unbelievable. Three heads of muscle, each clearly defined forming a horse-shoe which bulged away from the underside of the arm The arm was straight and unflexed but even so, the thickness from top of bicep to bottom of tricep must have been 45cm.

"You're wondering what they are like flexed" the man said and he slowly bent the arm, flexing it and peaking the bicep. Paul's hand felt the bicep expand, grow, explode to unfathomable proportions. "shit" he whispered "This is unreal. This is impossible. No one can be this massive."

The man laughed quietly, more like a rumble "You had better believe it, Boy" he said and pushed Paul back against a wall, crushing him beneath his massive hairy chest.

Paul's hands roamed over the vast expanse of hard hairy flesh trying to gauge the size of this beast. He heard a creak of leather, the man's trousers protesting as he bent his legs, dragging his harsh stubbled chin down Paul's bare chest and abs, stopping at his waist. He felt huge hands grasp the waist band of his jeans and they were gone, ripped from his legs like tissue paper. He felt warmth engulf his cock, sucking it to full hardness. The man grabbed his ass and stood up, lifting Paul's 105kg with no apparent effort and pinning him in the air against the wall with one massive paw crushing into his chest. He sucked hard and roughly, taking Paul's cock and balls in his mouth at one go, alternately pulling and squeezing them with his tongue. Paul heard a zipper being pulled down and felt the man struggle to release his cock never for a second releasing the pressure on Paul's cock and started jacking himself off. Paul could feel precum splashing his legs as the beast worked his cock, making wet noises as his hand. He could feel something hot and huge banging against his lower legs in rhythm with the man's wanking.

He lowered Paul down the wall slowly letting his cock and balls pop out of his mouth and brought him down until he was straddling this monster's prick. It was huge and hard, thrusting between Paul's legs and lodging between his ass cheeks. It throbbed against his hole spurting precum with each throb and flex. He pulled Paul's ass away from the wall and thrust his hips forward and up, pressing something huge and bulbous against the sphincter. The force was too great and the hole gave way to the massive invader. Paul screamed as his own weight dragged his body down the pole. He had never experienced anything so brutal.

"Believe it Boy, this is real" grunted the man as he lent forward and forced his pecs against Paul's, crushing him to the wall. "Feel this muscle and this power: It's the only reality you are going to have from now on". With that he wrapped one massive arm around Paul's chest and began bear-hugging him whilst his massive pole reamed out his ass.

His free hand shoved something into Paul's mouth and forced him to swallow it.

"Just a little something to make it all a bit more fun" laughed the man.

Paul's cock was crushed against the hard wall of his abs and the friction of this animal fucking was bringing him to climax despite the tearing pain in his ass. He felt flushed and hot and disorientated but increasingly turned on by this scene and this titanic brute. Paul came as the man crushed Paul down on his pole and started spasming, filling Paul's rectum with his juices until it was spurting out around the cock base with each thrust. Paul felt bloated, as if he were going to explode when finally the man stopped. He lifted Paul off his cock allowing a gush of cum and ass juices to flow down his leg, threw him across one of his gargantuan delts and strode towards a dim light.

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Part 2

The man carried Paul along a dimly lit bare concrete corridor and up a flight of stairs. His huge hand was kneading Paul's ass, grinding his pelvis into the man's immense shoulder. "Great fuckable ass" he said "I'm gonna enjoy you and so are my clients. I know someone who will pay big for you, after I've worked on you for a while"
He opened a door and entered a large room. He threw Paul onto one of the beds that were ranged along one wall and stood over him, his huge bulk looming oppressively over Paul. It was the first chance Paul had had to look at rather than just feel this man. The sense of touch had only allowed Paul to take in a small part of his huge frame at any one time. Looking up at him, Paul was able to appreciate the truly gargantuan proportions of this behemoth.

He was about 6'3 tall with close cropped black hair. His features were strong, not pretty but ruggedly handsome with a large broken nose and piercing green eyes. Although his face was startling, it was not that which would attract your attention.

It was his body.

It was huge.

It was beyond the most extreme muscle freak's fevered imagination.

His shoulders were over 120cm (48") across each capped with bulging 3 lobed delts the size of beech balls. Between the delts and neck rose slab like traps which bulged up vertically 10cm (4") before sweeping in to meet a neck the size of a beer keg. His chest was immense, huge bulging pecs sweeping out from the sternum, down and out wrapping around his barrelled ribcage. They hung as 2 luxuriant swags of muscle bulk forming a cleavage 15cm (6") deep and overhung his abs by 20cm (8"). Even the dense coating of black fur could not hide the cuts and striations of his muscles, in fact it almost accentuated it, the fur bunching in the deep clefts increasing the shadows. His chest must have been 200cm (80") around, but his waist looked less than 85cm (34"). However the dense blocks of muscle forming his abs meant it looked anything but weak. To call his abs an 8 pack would have been misleading. It was 8 beer kegs crushed and deformed into a dense wall of muscle, so extreme in its development that the crease between each muscle was a hairline crack so tight that you would not be able to slide a credit card into it.

His arms were beyond comprehension. Watermelon sized biceps fought for space on the arm with the delts bulging down from the top and the forearms crushing from below and then the whole mass was thrust forward by the triceps which overflowed from the back of the arm. The whole freaky mass must have measured over 75cm (30") and their extreme size combined with his enormous lats caused his arms to hang at an angle of 45deg from his body.

His legs were encased in black leather trousers which hugged his immense bulk as if sprayed on. Even these could not conceal the cuts between the muscle of the legs. Even though he stood with his legs wide spaced, the leather clad bulk of his inner thighs pressed together practically to his knees and thrust his heavy basket forwards. His cock was clearly outlined through the leather, a flaccid tube 40cm long and about 10 across that hung down his left thigh.

"Shit" thought Paul, "he fucked me with that!" He saw Paul's eyes drinking in his enormity of his form and sneered.

"You like what you see Boy? Of course you do, punk. I fucked you just to give you a taster, to get you hooked. You're mine now, Boy and don't forget it. Your only reason for living is to please me, to do what I want.

Part of Paul's mind was raging against this man. Who the fuck was he to turn him into a slave, but a growing part of his consciousness didn't give a fuck. All it wanted was this mans body, to be used by him, to satisfy him. What the hell was happening to him.

"I can see there is still some resistance" he said mockingly "but that will pass. A side effect of the drug I gave you. It changes your will, addicts you to the man juice of the person who is fucking you at the time. It is also the most potent anabolic growth hormone yet discovered and it permanently alters your physiology into an anabolic state. So not only will you become insanely desperate for my cum, to the extent that you will do anything I say, but your body's musculature will grow in response to the correct stimuli. And I will provide those stimuli. I have plans for you Paul, lucrative plans.

You shall join my stable, become one of my livestock. I have a small and very exclusive group of clients who have very particular desires and they come to me to provide them with satisfaction. And one of them wants you, or rather what I shall make of you. He has grown bored with my other playthings and has given me a very detailed specification of what he really wants. You will meet that specification, in fact you will exceed it because I know what he also needs is surprise. You will surprise him, you will astound him.

Behind him a door opened and a figure lumbered into the room. Paul had to look twice to make sure he was not hallucinating. It was male, most definitely male, but was it human? It walked hardly bending its legs which were forced out to nearly a metre apart by the immense girth of his quads and the sheer bulk of his adductors which rubbed together all the way down to hi s knees. His legs were covered in thick black hair except on the inner thigh where it had obviously been rubbed bare against his other leg. His hips were so narrow that from the front you could see his huge glutes bulging out to the sides, pinching back in to form a hard muscled waist before burgeoning out again as freaky lats overshadowed everything below. The torso bulged out to an insanely barrelled chest and shoulders that seemed only slightly narrower that his height. He had no visible neck. His head was engulfed by a tree trunk thick column of muscle buttressed by slabs of traps that rose well above his ears. His arms hung out from his sides at a bizarre angle. They were so thick that they looked impossible to bend. Even straight and unflexed the biceps peaked and filled completely the available space between delt and forearm.

"Ah, Max" said the man as the gorilla lumbered forwards, "this is your new trainee for the Russian Contract. You have seen the specs and the training regime. Do whatever is necessary to prepare him for the client's arrival. You have 6 weeks so you had better get started." He turned back to Paul and said "Max here was my Russian client's last playmate but he has grown bored even of this body and wants something more extreme. He is in charge of you, do as he says and perform well and you will be rewarded" this he said rubbing his cock suggestively "If you don't, well, withdrawal from my cum after addiction has set in is painful and can be fatal. But I'm sure you will please me" his smile was cold and hard and, like an American shop assistant saying "have a nice day", it did not reach his eyes.

All Paul could say was "Yes Sir" he reached out to touch the man who let him caress his cock through the leather of his jeans and then stepped back.

"Not yet, you haven't earned it yet" He turned and strode from the room. Max loomed over him, impossibly huge and intimidating "so I have my own little plaything for the next 6 weeks. This will be fun, he said pulling the vest off his huge chest. His body was a mass of obscene bulges and crevasses. Every muscle was impossibly huge and fought for space with its neighbours. Any movement caused a tectonic battle between plates of hard striated flesh. His nipples and navel had disappeared, subsumed beneath the bulging, pulsing flesh. Sweat matted hair coated his body from the neck down but even this could not obscure the insane muscle definition.

He leered at Paul. "Freaky isn't it, but you will know just how freaky soon enough. But first I'm gonna have you, mark you as mine." Something huge stirred within the confines of his tight shorts. The large bulge was expanding, pushing forwards and dragging the leather belt down and out, away from the blocks of ab muscle. There was a ripping sound as the fly buttons tore open and an immense cock burst out. It lifted itself up with each throb and pulse until it stood, iron hard, just below the deep overhang of his pecs. He let out a long sigh as he stroked it, milking out spurts of precum from the huge piss-slit which shot up and drenched the hair on the underside of his pecs. "Come here and drink this" he ordered, his deep voice rumbled authoritatively. That part of Paul's mind which had been resisting had lost its battle for survival against the overwhelming sexual urges that the drugs combined with the unbelievable visual stimulation he was experiencing.

Whereas the first man had been the perfect combination of ruggedly handsome and fuck-off huge forming a combination that was a muscle freaks wet dream, this thing before him now, this Max, was inhuman. The face was human, handsome, rugged, dark hair and wide set blue eyes, but what supported it was like an amplified combination of bull and gorilla crushed onto a human skeleton. Paul dived at the cock and planted his lips over the fountaining piss slit. He drank down the slick sweetness of the precum. Max rhythmically flexed his cock, pumping yet more blood into its rigid thickness causing it to swell longer and thicker. He forced his mouth down on the huge rod. It was like trying to get a large apple into his mouth but the huge amount of precum was slicking the bulbous head and somehow he managed to stretch his jaw wide enough to get it in. "Very good" rumbled Max "for a first attempt, but I demand better." With that he grabbed Paul's head in his massive paws and thrust his hips forward. His cock bulldozed down his oesophagus plugging I completely and causing Paul to retch. But there was nowhere for the contents of his stomach to go. The invading log sealed his throat and Paul was left spasming trying to force it past the immovable object.

The spasms passed and the huge cock continued it invasion. Paul felt a click as his jaw was dislocated by this fence pole and he felt his neck were going to rip open. Just as he was beginning to black out Max withdrew his cock and with a swift expert flick of his massive paw clicked Paul's jaw back into place. "Very good indeed" his deep base voice rumbled. "Now let's try on the other end for size"

Half dazed as he was Paul realised what he was going to do and started struggling in terror. But it was useless as he was lifted by a single huge arm and tossed across the room onto on of the huge beds. He was on top of Paul like a shot, his massive legs straddling Paul's hips. He grabbed him, turned him over and lowered his gargantuan bulk onto Paul's back. With his arms only half bent, Max's pecs began to crush against Paul's back. He lower himself further, letting more of his mass rest on Paul. He was pinned there, immobile beneath this vast bulk of muscle. Something hard and very large was pressing insistently against his ass. Harder, a huge fist sized head, slick with precum, hot with lust forcing Paul's ass apart, opening his sphincter with sheer brute force. And as the cock pile-drived in, he bent his arms further and crushed Paul into the bed further. 150kg, 175kg 200kg (440lbs) maybe more. He felt his ribs creak and groan as the titan settle his bulk down onto him.

With a snap, his sphincter opened and the massive intrusion began. Centimetre after centimetre forced its way into Paul's body, forcing his guts to rearrange themselves around the huge throbbing pole. The pain was unlike anything Paul had experienced but he couldn't scream, as the weight on his back was so great. And in it plunged, driving deeper, stretching further into his body. And then he stopped: His cock could go no further. Paul was filled completely, stretched to bursting. But Max was not to be stopped by anatomy. He started short hard thrusts. The friction on his ass lifted Paul's hips from the bed on the backstrokes and forcing another centimetre of huge fuck pole up Paul's ass as a quarter of a tonne of muscle ground down on his hips rearranging his intestines on the way. Finally his coarse pubes mashed into Paul's ass and he lay still, resting his whole massive bulk on Paul and flexed his cock rhythmically. Each flex caused the cock to expand and lift, mashing Paul's prostate and distracting his attention for the pain and focussing it on the pleasure. The sublime pleasure of a quarter of a tonne of muscle on his back and 45cm of thick cock in his ass. But the exquisite weight was too much and when it felt like his spine was about to snap, Max knelt up, dragging Paul up with him by the ass.

"You done real well" he whispered in Paul's ear. "Now let's fuck" He grabbed Paul's hips and started sliding him back and forth along the rigid member. Max was using Paul the way normal men might use their right hand. Paul was incidental to Max's pleasure. He pressed Paul's ass cheeks together to increase the pressure on his 45cm length of cock. Paul was being thrown around like a rag-doll. He had lost control of his muscles and was flailing around with each thrust and flex of Max's cock. An insanely massive arm wrapped around Paul's chest and crushed him against the freak's chest. The 10cm diameter log in his ass thickened and bucked and Paul felt his innards fill with heat. Max was grunting incoherently, thrusting and grinding against Paul in animalistic abandon and filling him to the point where Paul felt he would explode. His ass was so tight around Max's cock that nothing could leak out even as more and more cum pumped into his distended belly. With each thrust Paul could see his abs bulge out, a huge fist sized cock head punching at his stomach from inside. Finally the assault came to an end and Paul hung limp from the huge cock which twitched periodically but finally began to soften. Max lay down on one of the beds with Paul under him and his dick still firmly rooted in his ass. He lowered about half his quarter of a tonne weight onto Paul's back to pin him in position and said

"That is how its gonna be from now on. I will use you whenever and however I please, and I will please often." He flexed his still semi hard cock to emphasise the point. "I'm gonna keep you plugged here whilst I explain a few things to you. First, you do as I say. No disputes. Just obey, Second, you aren't going anywhere. We know you are a backpacker from Australia. No one knows where you are at the moment and that's the way it will stay. You will drop off the face of the earth. Your rucksack will be cleared from the youth hostel and one of our employees will go to Mexico on your passport to confuse the issue more. Thirdly, you are here for one purpose and that is to satisfy our Russian contract. The client has given us a specification which we intent to surpass. Effectively he is paying us $100 per pound of your lean body mass, payable each time he uses your services. I made the boss $50,000 a trick before the Russian became bored with me and I can't go through the training regime again for another 9 months. So that's where you come in. You will make him $70,000: that's a body weight of over 750lbs. The only other requirement is that your upper arm is larger than your waist" Paul's mind was reeling. Even in his drug induced confusion he could tell that Max was saying he was going to grow to weigh 350kg. That was beyond comprehension, No one could be that massive. But he had thought no one could weigh 250kg until he saw Max?.

"You will have to grow at the rate of 14lbs a day." continued Max "To achieve this you will have to train hard and heavy but that's why I'm here. I will be your worst gym nightmare. Other than training your existence will comprise solely of eating, sleeping and pleasuring me. Everything else is of no importance. Now go and clean up" he said looking in the direction of an open bathroom door. Max lifted his bulk off Paul's back and dragged 12" of now soft cock out of Paul's ass. Paul had expected a fountain of cum to gush from his now unplugged hole but there was nothing, not even a fart. The distended feeling in his abdomen had also gone "Looks like the process has already started" said Max "your body is absorbing all available sources of nutrient and a couple of quarts of my cum is a good source of high grade protein." Paul staggered to his feet and went to the bathroom. By the time he return Max had gone and the door was locked. He lay down on of the beds and slept.

He dreamt.

Dreams of muscle beyond comprehension.

Dreams of growing mass exploding out of his body.

Dreams of power and strength.

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Part 3

When Paul awoke, hell began.
His existence for the next 3 weeks was purely eating sleeping and lifting weights. Every minute of his life was devoted to one goal and that goal was growth.

He was eating 40,000 calories a day, each of his 10 meals a day was larger than everything he would have eaten in a day before, and at night a feeding tube was inserted into his stomach to maintain the supply of nutrients even as he slept. And in addition there were all the dietary supplements and drugs. His abdomen distended as his liver swelled in an attempt to process all the protein he was ingesting.

He was in the gym twice a day being forced through gruelling workouts the like of which he had not thought humanly possible. Max saw to that, brutally forcing the last ounce of effort out of Paul's muscles.

He was being pumped full of god knows what chemicals. Jabs and pills every 2 hours. Paul only suspected what these were but Max never talked about them, he just ensured they were administered. There was always a high, a feeling of energy and omnipotent power afterwards that was Paul's only release from the mind numbing exhaustion he felt after each of the titanic workouts.

And then there was the craving. The insane need for sex that had him hard all day and all night. Max fucked with him 3 or 4 times each day and also, at the beginning, gave him other men to use to scratch his itch with. But it never seemed enough to sate him. It was only after visits from the one Max called the Boss, the man who had first fucked him in the club and given him that pill, that he felt relaxed. He had been right, Paul was addicted to this man's seed; none other would do.

He craved this man's cum, begged for it, would do anything for it, allowed the man whatever pleasures he wished to take.

His will had been completely subsumed to that of the Boss. And what the Boss willed of Paul was to grow, to become a freak beyond imagination.

Day after day kilo upon kilo of muscle was packed onto his body. He had started out as an athletic 105kg (230lb) rugby player but by the end of the first week he had grown to 160kg (350lb), bigger than any man he had ever seen until this week. Shit, he would slaughter the opposition pack on the rugby field. Not only was he big but he was growing immensely strong. His 183ch chest (72") could bench 450kg (990lbs) for reps and his 97cm quads (38") squatted out 10 reps of 600kg (1320lbs) before failure. His huge 69cm (27") arms curled 125kg (275lbs) dumbbells for 12 before the burning forced Paul to rest a couple of seconds before blasting out another 12 reps.

The rush of growth was intoxicating, from hour to hour he could see himself larger, feel himself stronger. Weights he struggled with one day were easy the next. It just fed his sex craving all the more. And his cock, which was now almost permanently hard was growing too, as if all the exercise it was getting was forcing it to adapt. What had been a very useful 19cm (7.5") had grown to a 28cm (11") coke can thick rod of super sensitive fuck flesh.

And as he grew so did his craving. The bigger he became, the more frequently he needed his dose from the Boss. What had been every other day was becoming every day. And without it he was becoming aggressive and irrational. This was great in the gym where the aggression aided his monster workouts but elsewhere it was becoming dangerous. He had already nearly killed two of the cute body builders who worked the club downstairs in his lust crazed frenzy. If Max had not intervened and forcibly lifted him off the men, they would have been ground to a pulp beneath his frenetic fucking.

By the end of the second week he had gained another 65kg. His 225kg muscle bulk filled his frame almost ridiculously. Both Max and the Boss were astounded by his gains. Never had they encountered a subject who desire growth so much, trained so hard or responded to the treatment so extremely.

About 20 days into the programme Max had left him alone in the gym.

This was rare as he was usually under 24 hour observation by Max or one of his flunkies. He had finished his workout and was idly bending a 20kg plate back and forth until the metal grew weak and fractured.

It had been yesterday morning since the Boss last fucked him and he was becoming agitated and aggressive. This was great in the gym and he had just finished the mother of all chest workouts which pumped his pecs till they felt they would burst. But now without that outlet he needed a distraction.

One of the attendants was in the gym tidying it up before his next workout. He was one of the heavyset not quite pro bodybuilders who the boss had working downstairs in the club. Nice muscled body and handsome face to attract the punters. Paul studied the little stud (most men on the planet now appeared small compared to Paul.) He was a BB, not quite professional standard but getting there. At about 5'11 he carried a cut 240# which under normal circumstances would be massive, but here, Paul sat, nearly twice his weight, causally ripping apart the equipment. The guy was nervous, with good reason. He had heard that the Bosses freaks were unstable and unstoppable. The guy looked up to see Paul crush one of the halves of the weight in a massive fist and with his other paw, massage the large bulge between his legs. He knew this was a new guy and had only been there just a couple of weeks but he was already as big as some of the other monsters and was still growing extremely fast. He had worked here long enough to know that the faster and bigger they grew, the more aggressive they became. He quickly finished up and turned to get out of the gym. But the doorway was blocked by the massive bulk of Paul.

He was agitated and obviously horney. His massive cock tented his compression suit which were drenched with precum at the crotch.

The guy looked around wildly like a cornered rabbit looking for escape as Paul slowly advanced towards him. Heavy footfalls shaking the floor with each stride. The guy backed away until his path was blocked by a weight rack. Paul was on him in a second. He grabbed the guy by the crotch and the neck and hoisted him over his head, playing with him, throwing him up and catching him like he weight nothing.

Tiring of this, Paul dropped him and grabbed one of the specially reinforced weight bars. He bent it around the guy, pinning his arms to his side.

He did the same with another bar around his feet, the metal screeching as it succumbed to Paul's power. He looked down at the guy.

He was puny compared to Paul, his thighs smaller than Paul's forearms but Paul was so lust crazed now he would fuck anything. He ripped off his compression suit and stood over the man, dripping a steady gush of precum onto the prostrate body below. The man was terrified as he looked up. He could not see this gorilla's face as it was obscured by the vast bulk of his pecs. But then Paul bent over and the man saw the uncomprehending all-consuming lust in his eyes and began to struggle.

Paul flipped him over and dropped to his knees, his gigantic adductors crushing the man's hamstrings. His huge cock landed with a heavy thwack on the smaller man's back. It filled the valley between his glutes, stretched across the small of his back and the head rested between his shoulder blades. The man felt its heavy heat on his skin and tried to struggle, but the bent Olympic bars were tight around his limbs and with over a quarter of a tonne on his hips he was unable to move.

Paul slid his hips back until his cock head rested between the fabric covered ass cheeks and then drove forward and down. The force of the assault ripped the cloth of the man's shorts and forced the grapefruit sized cock head through his sphincter. The blood curdling scream was accompanied by the sound of ripping flesh as the man's body lost the struggle with Paul's steel hard fuck pole. He didn't stop, he wasn't even aware of the blood pooling around the limp body beneath him. He thrust on, deeper and deeper, the thrusts causing flesh to rip open further too accommodate the invading behemoth. And as he bottomed out and his full 15" were mashing his intestines to pulp, he lowered his chest onto the prostrate form beneath causing the Olympic bar looped around his chest to groan under the force. But had it not been there the man would be nothing more that a red smear on the floor.

Paul came in huge gushing eruptions, which inflated the man's abdomen, until finally, minutes later he was done. He stood up, the man's limp body still hanging from his cock. The haze of lust cleared and he looked down in horror as the broken body slipped off his cock and fell to the floor.

The rest was a blur. Attendants arrived and somehow managed to un-bend the improvised steel manacles and removed the man to the infirmary, then he realised Max was standing in front of him. He realised suddenly that this man who had once be so hugely intimidating was now smaller than he was. Max looked at him and realised that the tables were turned and that unless they found some way to control him, he would be unstoppable.

The Boss arrived and took Paul to a side room where he fucked Paul, a hard brutal fuck to satisfy his addiction and also to remind him who was in charge. Although he was now so much smaller than Paul, he had the dominance derived from Paul's need for his seed. The force and aggression of it shook him out of his shock and rekindled the animalistic lust and insatiable desire for muscle. And when he had finished and Paul was kneeling at his feet sucking on his cock like a baby on its mother's breast, he pulled out a syringe and said to Paul "This is a serum derived from my cum. It will satisfy your addiction when I am not available. I hope this will prevent any further unfortunate incidents of this nature."

He injected it into the bulging mass of Paul's left delt.

"There, a double dose should keep you right for a while."

He looked down at the kneeling figure. This man was stupendous, his finest creation yet.. Paul's arms were raised and wrapped around the Boss's hips. The bunched muscle of his shoulders, traps arms and pecs formed and huge bulging plateau of muscle three foot thick and extending 3 feet on either side of his head. The cuts between the bunched muscles were compressed so tightly by the pressure of one mass of muscle flexing against the other that they almost disappeared, being reduced to hairline cracks.

"The Russian will be pleased and he is still only half way through the treatment" he thought. But he must find out why Paul had responded so incredibly to the treatment. If all his stable were to respond like this, he would have many satisfied clients.

His hands began to explore the landscape of Paul's musculature, tracing the mountains and valleys of his shoulders and traps, trying to pry apart the plates of muscle and explore the deep hidden crevasses of his cuts and striations. He grew hard again with the feel of the mass of muscle and took Paul again to satisfy his lust.

And that's it -- thus far! Here's hoping Msclbldr will continue this one (and Walkabout) someday!

xoxo

Richard

[growinmuscl]

thanks for reposting, hope to see this one continued

[brahms97]

According to what I have, "The Vortex" was posted to the old Yahoo group (maybe it was still egroups back then) from December 2000 to March 2001. Part 3 ended with the obligatory "To be continued" but somehow I think after nine years hope is fading.

[arpeejay]

Originally Posted by brahms97

According to what I have, "The Vortex" was posted to the old Yahoo group (maybe it was still egroups back then) from December 2000 to March 2001. Part 3 ended with the obligatory "To be continued" but somehow I think after nine years hope is fading.

Well, yeah, probably. On the other hand, I first started working on The Change in 1993, added some more to it around 2000, and then finished it up last month. So who knows? :-)

xoxo

Richard

[WrapClampCrush]

This is stunning and beautiful work man!

Bigsqueezer

[Bigmusclefan]

ohh my god, arpeejay, you are pushing exactly the "right buttons" of a fantastic Muscle Worship Story!!!

please continue this story!