Mike Hugeman: Super-powered Muscle Whore Ep. 4

[JP71]

[COLOR=gray]MIKE HUGEMAN[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]SUPER-POWERED MUSCLE WHORE[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]By JP71[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]The Story so far: Mike Hugeman is the strongest, most muscular gay muscle whore in the world, and he’s proud, not only of this status, but also of the fact he has butt-fucked more than 4000 men in his career so far, despite that he’s just 22 years old. When his most recent client, 18-year-old Ken Preston is found by Hugeman to have an UltraZen business card in his wallet, this infuriates Hugeman, and he reacts in a way befitting a 600 lb super-hunk, by dangling the twinkster off a roof in order to get answers from him, eventually releasing him when the kid claims his innocence. It so happens that UltraZen industries arranged to have the card slipped in the kid’s wallet, somehow knowing that he would be meeting the Hugeman, who hates this organisation with a passion, considering they tried to steal genetic material from him two years ago in order to experiment with, their plans: to create a force of elite super-soldiers for sale to the highest bidder.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]UltraZen’s chief scientist, Arkadian Stoat, leaves a trail of breadcrumbs (of a sort) for the Hugeman to follow, in the form of an overweight hired henchman renowned for fucking things up and spilling the beans. Hugeman easily gets the information from him that he seeks, and sets off to confront UltraZen, so that he can make them pay for their interference and then get to the gym to pump up his huge body and be worshipped there.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Alas, things don’t go to plan, for neither the Hugeman, or Stoat, when the confrontation at an abandoned warehouse on the docks of Stillbrook, results in Stoat’s transformation into the Man Handler, a powerful villain who steals Hugeman’s strength for a time, throwing the massive bodybuilder high into the sky. The Hugeman soars upward... [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]*Episode 4*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Mighty on Aphrodite- Part 1”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Mike Hugeman crashed into the sea fifty miles west of the Stillbrook coastline. The splash he made created a shockwave so powerful, it killed hundreds of fish, stunned two porpoises and a great white shark, and short-circuited much of the electrics aboard a Russian spy-submarine positioned about three-hundred feet almost directly below where he came down. The splash was also picked up on the radar of a luxurious vessel named the Aphrodite, a mere speck on the horizon in relation to Hugeman’s position. Curiosity getting the better of its owner and captain, the yacht altered course to investigate the disturbance. The Hugeman floated face down in the now calm water for a time that could not be determined. Still and motionless, he was nursed by an indolent current.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]But he came to, sometime later, when he felt himself being hoisted out of the sea, his body once again falling foul of a net. Though his senses hadn’t quite re-attuned to current events, he struggled fitfully to free himself. But his mighty strength had yet to return. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]He was winched upwards and inwards, his weight testing the hydraulics of the winch that bore him down onto the deck of the Aphrodite. He coughed a few times, clearing his lungs of a lot of sea water and a young herring unfortunate enough to have become lodged in his throat. He looked up and then smiled when he saw half a dozen extremely hunky crewman standing over him, each sporting a second-skin sailor’s uniform of navy and white striped shirt and matching white hot-pants, and displaying a look of extreme awe at the sight of the most incredible catch they’d ever hauled in. They quickly parted, however, to allow their captain, fucking-mega-rich-Onassis-type Giannis Papastamos, to get a good look at him.[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][COLOR=gray]“[/COLOR][COLOR=gray]Ο Ιησούς Χριστός, αυτός είναι γαμημένο τεράστια,” the over-tanned, Anthony Quinn-esque tycoon exclaimed, which in Google Translate means: “Jesus Christ, he’s fucking enormous!” He was so shocked by Hugeman’s physical magnitude that he almost spilt his glass of Metaxa down the front of his (stereotypically) apt blisteringly white suit. Then in English: “It would seem that Poseidon has given up a rich bounty this day, eh? But what to do with you, what to do with you indeed….”[/COLOR] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Where am I, and who the fuck are you?” Mike was in a terrible mood, too pissed off to acknowledge the fact that he’d just had his life saved. “Giannis Papastamos is my name, international playboy and oil tycoon. You’ve probably heard of me, big man.” Papastamos paused to slurp down his beloved Metaxa.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“It’s HUGEMAN,” Mike corrected, doing his best not to hold on to that insult.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Apologies, Hugeman. I will try not to forget that. As to where you are, this is my ludicrously opulent luxury yacht, the Aphrodite, so named after the Greek Goddess of beauty, but also named after my youngest daughter, because, like her mother, my sixth ex-wife, the spoilt little bitch threw a tantrum when I proposed to name it The Sharon of Osbourne.” Papastamos gestured to the luxury of his ship by sweeping his fleshy arm in an arc, then clapping his hands together for his Metaxa glass to be refilled. One of his hunky semen…er… seamen ran off to fetch a bottle.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“You have your boy-toys well-trained, Giannis. But why do I get the impression that they all look like they’ve just stepped off a Gaultier catwalk?” Not that Mike had anything to complain about. Papastamos’ crew was the best-looking of their kind that he’d ever seen. Judging by how some of them tented out the front of their ludicrously tight white sailor shorts, they appeared happy to see him… a lot happy. Mike, still with his back lying on the deck, thought about fucking every one of them, and his cock reacted by twitching gradually upwards.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“That’s because we have, stranger,” said one of them, out of turn. He was gorgeous, about six-two, two-twenty pounds, much of it muscle, very tanned and Italian-looking, but sounded like a New York street queen when he spoke. It was the turn of another to elaborate. “Jean-Paul decided that the wraith look was back in vogue, so he fired all of our muscular asses after his last show bombed. We were just too muscular for his clothing. Fortunately Mister Papastamos took pity on us and gave us jobs on his ludicrously opulent yacht. We still don’t know what “opulent” actually means, but we’re all sure it’s a good word.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmmmph”, the Hugeman snorted, not really caring. He was dying for a workout and also to get back to Stillbrook to stop the Man Handler. At this point Papastamos looked at his watch, and then seemed to become more frenetically animated in his movements. He brusquely clapped his hands together. “Chop chop. Christos, escort the Hugeman down to the crew quarters. My guests will be arriving soon by chopper, and I can’t risk them having heart attacks when they see this huge …er… how heavy are you?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“‘Bout 600lbs,” Mike instantly replied[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“…this 600lb muscleman strutting about the decks with no clothes on. And find something for him to wear. That… that… instrument of yours, Hugeman, is making me feel somewhat inadequate.” The portly late-middle-aged Greek oil baron had once been renowned for being a satyr of beautiful women, movie stars and hookers alike from LA to London, from Milan to Monte Carlo. He never dated women from his native Athens, believing all Greek women to look frumpy like his old mother (I’m so going to get letters over this 0_o).[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Thank you for rescuing me, Papastamos,” said the Hugeman, for once showing a little humility as he stood up from the deck on legs that were still a bit wobbly from his experiences. Then he added: “I need you now to turn this boat towards land. I have to get back to Stillbrook as soon as possible. There is a mad man on the loose, and I’m sure he’d going to wreak havoc across the city if I’m not there to stop him.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Papastamos laughed in the Hugeman’s face. “Out of the question. We are setting sail for international waters, where there are no gambling laws. My guests will be here soon, all high-rollers at the poker table. There is a hefty purse at stake. Why, buy-in alone costs five million US dollars.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“He got the idea from Casino Royale,” the street queen hunk named Carlos added, which got the Hugeman thinking about Daniel Craig in tight swimming trunks. His dick stiffened a little, poking into another crewman’s rippling thigh. Of course, this made his shorts to tent even more and his fly to come apart. Damn, Mike thought, I could take over this ship if I really wanted to and demand that I be taken back to the city. But…[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]It would have been the wrong thing to do. He began to see himself as a superhero anyway, and superheroes were meant to benefit mankind, not operate against its grain. Fuck it. He decided he could do with some downtime, for as the sun began to dip below the horizon, so that its orangey-crimson radiance melted into a stunning liquescence across the calm water, the sound of a helicopter’s rotors could be heard, “Whup-whup-whupping” ever closer to the Aphrodite. Mike Hugeman was trapped for the time being, and so would have to make the most of it. But he had a feeling that he would be kept well-entertained down in the crew quarters.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]*****[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Christos escorted Mike below deck to the crew quarters that took up a significant portion of the yacht’s forward section on deck 4. Not only did the Gaultier Six reside here, but Papastamos had other staff, too, including cooks, waiters, masseurs... even a huge-breasted croupier named Darla. All in all, there was a staff of thirty or so manning the Aphrodite at any one time. But at this point in time, the Hugeman only showed interest in one of them. Christos, being the most-muscular of the Gaultier Six, reckoned he had some choice cuts of clothing that were stretchy enough to accommodate the Hugeman. Mike was happy enough to remain naked. To emphasise this he began to playfully flex his pecs and biceps, much to the delight of Christos, who wasn’t a weakling himself. But Hugeman was so incredibly huge, he was easily three times the weight of Christos, and easily twenty times as strong. Christos pretended not to get too interested in Mike’s flexing and began to poke around in drawers in the cabin in search of a very stretchy thong he thought might fit the muscle-hunk. “I think I have a thong that might fit you,” he explained, excitedly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Grrrrr, your ass is hot when you bend over in those pants, Christos,” said the Hugeman, flexing with enough force to send the temperature soaring upwards. He was still wet from the sea, but now sweaty beads dappled his mighty, tanned physique, giving him the appearance of polished amber. His dick became fully hard. He marvelled at its size and thickness. “Wow, I think this baby has grown a little since this morning. Christos, you got a tape measure?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Sure, we hotties have dick-stretching parties a lot and we keep a tape measure handy to keep track of our progress.” Near-palpitating with lust for the Hugeman, Christos slipped off his top and let his pants fall down around his ankles. His dick was a nice size, easily ten inches, and it bobbed and twitched to full mast above a ball-sack that was swelling in reaction to his lust. Below his balls were manly legs with defined quads that rippled attractively. Christos’ upper body was impressive. He had large, defined pecs, and a beautifully chiselled six-pack. His nipples were enormous, almost pouting for the Hugeman. Well, things were getting hotter by the second.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Measure my dick, sexy boy,” Hugeman snarled lustily. He gripped his massive member in his hand and pushed it into Christos’s face. Christos fell back on to his bunk and the Hugeman advanced, towering his hugeness over the lesser bodybuilder, his dick leaking a lot of precum which Christos expertly licked clean. He wanted raping from this massive hunk, and soon, too.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Shaking with excitement and desire, Christos held the tape along the entire length of Mike’s dick, whilst the Hugeman fanned himself out with a manta-like lat-spread display, which strangely felt different to him. The lats felt bigger. Everything about him felt bigger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Dick is... oh my... 23 inches hard. Wow!” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Amazing, this morning it was only 21 inches. I’m fuckin’.... HUGE!” Massive biceps surged with blood as he forced them into gigantic peaks. Christos was already sucking the great bulb bobbing before him. He could just about get his mouth around it. Hugeman’s dick was a choker, no doubt about it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hey you two, Christos is needed up above,” said a voice from the other side of the door. Hugeman was large enough to get sucked off by Christos and reach across to pull the door inward. He found another of the Gaultier Six, sporting a nametag that read: “Simon”. With a blonde, blue-eyed face on the body of a light-heavyweight bodybuilder, Simon was genetically gifted. Hugeman lusted for him and grabbed him up. He made Simon naked very quickly, tossing his clothes away, even as the young man’s boner flexed into a rigid 11 inches. For a guy of his height and build, he most likely had one of the biggest cocks ever. This made the Hugeman hungry. With Simon now placed on the top bunk, whilst Christos continued to suck off the Hugeman from the bunk below, Mike now had a mouthful of cock to enjoy. He took in every inch of Simon, wrestling the shaft with his tongue, causing the crewman to moan in bliss.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“You like my muscles, boys? Am I a huge monster-muscle-god to you both?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yessss,” they both moaned. Simon came very quickly, pumping quite a lot of cum into Mike’s hungry mouth. He took it all to the last drop. “Mmmm, tasty little hunkster, aren’t we?” But Mike was far from satisfied. He crabbed out a most-muscular pose, allowing Simon to feel the hugeness and hardness of his muscles. He would have him cumming again in seconds, if he chose to. Instead he flipped him around so that he was lying face down on the bunk, his cute muscle-ass exposed and inviting. Hugeman guzzled into the hole, fucking Simon with his tongue. Simon screamed in bliss, not wanting this to ever end.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Down below, Christos was beginning to tire, but Hugeman was only getting warmed up. Christos, as if responding to a mental command from the muscle-god, turned around, also wanting his ass serviced. Hugeman was only too eager to oblige. He fucked Christos with all 21 inches of his cock, amazed that the man was able to accommodate him. Papastamos looked like the type who could afford to pay his staff well. Hugeman would make sure to leave the Aphrodite with at least a week’s worth of business.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Christos cried out in pain and bliss, as Mike continued to pound him into another dimension. He screamed for more and more, as Hugeman again flipped Simon around, preparing to take another mouthful of his juice. Just then, another of the Gaultier Six came in, this time the nametag said Manolis, a beautiful big bodybuilding Greek hunk with black hair, moustache, chest hair comparable to Mike’s, and he was already naked before he invited himself in. He came up behind the Hugeman and began to rub his cock against his glute-cleavage. The Hugeman hadn’t been ridden in years, but now he liked the idea. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Fuck me as hard as you can, dude. Don’t stop until I demand it,” growled Mike.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Manolis, not known for speaking much, got so hard just from looking at the Hugeman, but running his keen hands across and up and down the widest, most-muscular back he’d ever seen, got him harder still.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]When the Hugeman came, he filled Christos near to bursting-point. Even after he pulled out, he was still cumming, and so Simon changed places with Christos in order to receive his own measure. Mike left the first two shivering in ecstasy, totally spent of energy and lust. But Manolis was strong and had plenty of power in him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Hugeman showered him in cum and then picked up him, pushed him against the wall and kissed him repeatedly. “I didn’t even feel you in me, pity,” said Mike, enjoying his orgasm and the fact he could make it last for almost a minute. He bent Manolis over and fucked him over and over, still ejaculating semen, amazed at how much he could produce, now that he’d gotten bigger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Aw, soooo good,” Manolis moaned, now cumming himself and spurting quite a lot of jizz even as Hugeman continued to cum inside him, over and over. In fact, Mike’s orgasm lasted longer than a minute. This interested him greatly. Could Stoat’s ray-gun be responsible?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I’m superhuman,” he exclaimed proudly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Unngh, you’re better... unngh... than that,” moaned Manolis. Mike was becoming more and more powerful. It made him smile. He loved getting bigger and bigger, for it was addictive. When he’d finished with Manolis, he stepped nearer to the door and surveyed his handiwork. Simon and Christos were sleeping like babies, each to his own bunk. Manolis was passed out on the floor.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Heh, heh... and then there were three.” He decided to fuck the rest of the Gaultier Six, despite that Papastamos would now be short-handed, and his guests were probably already aboard, too.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=gray]“Fuck it, I have my needs, too,” he remarked, continuing the search for the stretchy thong that Christos was unable to complete. Sure enough he found it in a drawer without too much effort. It was a shimmering, sparkly red, variety, somewhat see-thru, with a cutaway back and a zipper on the pouch. He tried them on, thought they were a bit snug, but unzipped the pouch halfway, deciding they would have to do. The pouch failed to contain all of his meat, but he liked the way his balls and dick caused the pouch to bulge outward in a way that defied its design. It was made for a much smaller man, but Mike always loved to wear clothes that were a little snug. He set about exploring the crewman’s deck, deciding he would like to flex in front of a mirror, to help him think clearly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His luck took a sudden and much-welcomed upturn, when, two minutes later, he not only found a mirror, but an entire wall of mirrors. Best thing of all, the mirrored wall formed part of Aphrodite’s staff gym. This was where the Gaultier Six did their bodybuilding, no doubt.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hello Mama,” cried Mike, feeling like he’d died and gone to Heaven. It was time to pump up. And he was going to pump himself up... bigger... HUGER than ever before.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]To be continued....[COLOR=yellow]Ep5:[/COLOR][/COLOR]

I Fucking LOVE this story! Its raw with energy and super fun, like a real life comic book, the cheesy remarks are priceless. Mike is also one of the most boner inducing muscle man I have read about in a long time. His lust for power, muscle, and size are just the thing that gets me going! I love how everyone is hung and I love where this story is going! The only thing I could suggest would be more size description about Hugeman. Other then that tho this story is awesome! Please Continue


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