The Compound

[armymike]

Casey peered out from the cluster of trees at the edge of the compound. His landing from the top of the fence had been noisier than he expected, and one of them had noticed. As he looked out, he saw him coming over. He was big. From Casey?s position, crouched behind some low hedges beside one of the bigger trees, he watched the guy coming over, surveying the ground around him . Even at a distance of 50 yards, Casey noticed his gait ? legs taking large strides but each step involved a slight arc outwards as one huge leg avoided the mass of the other; his torso twisted on each step, shoulders alternating as if like a machine motoring the mass of the body forward. Fuck, Casey thought, he must be 350 plus. He had seen big guys before, being a fan of bodybuilding shows, but this guy was way bigger, even than some of the off season bulk he had encountered. And by far he was the biggest guy he had seen in the military.

He came right up to the edge of the scrub. He had black cap on, and wore wrap-around black shades, so Casey couldn?t see exactly where he was looking, but he imagined he was scrutinising the undergrowth for any sign of movement. Because of the glasses, it was difficult to guess the age of this muscleman, but from his size, and his large strong and rugged face, with high cheekbones and a trimmed black goatee, Casey guessed him to be in his early thirties. He held himself as still as he could, but the sheer size of the guy before him was making him breathe hard. Now that he was up close, Casey revised his weight estimate upwards. His legs were enormous, thicker than some of the tree trunks partially covering Casey?s safety. He was wearing a black lycra tee shirt, thick material, that was stretched tight across his pecs, wrapped his arms at the biceps and fitted tightly around his thick neck. His pecs were enormous, bigger than the already huge frame of his body would suggest. They were wide, with a deep valley, that was unexpected, but their height and depth made Casey gulp. They soared out from his body ? each one bigger than Casey?s head, almost a flat shelf and obviously solid as granite, as they defied the large gravity that must be trying to pull them down. As the guy breathed, slowly, Casey saw the huge pecs rise and fall. He momentarily wondered if the guy could see past them to the ground, but refocused his thoughts on keeping still as he felt an erection rising.

His huge arms stretched the tee tight ? Casey could see the material glistening from becoming thinner, the fabric wrapping and undulating into each crevice of the thickly ripped, vascular arms. The sheer size of the biceps, Casey guessed 24 inches or more, was made more impressive by the obviously low fat the guy had attained ? thick veins ran across each bi. His huge horseshoe triceps extended the other side of the sleeve further than it was made for. His skin tone was darkly tanned ? the kind of tan obtained from being outdoors a lot of your life. Casey thought that this guy had seem a lot of action in the army. The tee, stretched by pecs and arms was also tight around the neck ? the guys huge traps wrapped up the side of the thick bull-neck, thicker than Casey?s legs. There was a label sewn close to the edge of the neck, with ?Alpha? in military type printed on it.
He wore lycra or stretchy shorts too, not black but in a camoflauge style. His thick thighs, pushed them up high, so that most of the mass of his legs was exposed. Each of the four quad muscles in legs was beautifully defined, huge and cut, a massive teardrop bulging out. His calves were visible from the front, each bulging out and partially covered by high Caterpillar boots that he was wearing. Casey gulped again at the size of the inner quad, remembering the gait he saw as the guy muscle-strutted over. As the guy turned, scanning the bushes, Casey saw that his hamstrings were also huge ? his legs were easily thicker than Casey?s torso, and Casey noted with some worry, thicker than some of the trees he was hiding behind.

The guy turned again, and Casey relaxed a little, hoping that he had evaded being spotted. But the giant just lifted up one of his massive arms ? spreading a wide and thick lat under the lycra tee as he did, and put two of his huge fingers into his mouth, and whistled.

?OVER HERE?. His voice was deep, and his thunderous shouting made Casey jump. He saw behind his predator that several more huge guys were coming over, jogging lightly, their gait similar to the first. They were all dressed the same, but his hunter was the biggest. Although Casey thought he was far into the undergrowth, the first guy suddenly took one huge step towards him and reached down and grabbed him by the neck. His lifted him out of the growth. Casey felt his thick powerful fingers holding his entire bodyweight by the neck. Thinking he couldn?t breathe, he pulled furiously at his huge hand, lashing out with is dangling legs which were high enough to kick his captor in his abs. He held Casey fixed, unbothered as he thrashed about, not appearing to notice the kicking, and eventually Casey calmed a little, realising the vice grip allowed some air in and out, suspended himself with resignation. One of Casey?s favourite fantasies was the one with Brad Hollibaugh forcing submission of a tiny worshipper ? he knew for real now how that guy felt.

He noticed the others were laughing at his efforts. ?Looks like you caught yourself a new toy Alpha?, laughed one. ?No way Alpha, let me have him?, another called. His voice was southern, perhaps Texan. Casey looked over at him. He was one of the smaller ones, as far as Casey could see, but he easily outsized any pro bodybuilder, and was easily half a foot taller than Casey. He chewed gum slowly as he stood there, staring at Casey, as if thinking about all the ways he could use him. ?Not today, Nuke ? this one is not for you.? As he spoke, Casey noticed one more of the group who was standing a little apart from the others. He did not share the uniform of boots, camouflage shorts, black tee, shades and cap. Instead, he just wore a pair of black lycra posers, very shiny, glistening in the sun. He was about Casey?s height, easily 6 inches shorter than the others, but bulkier than the others. He had a slight roid gut, but breathing hard, Casey noticed a thick set of abs on each of his inhalations. Alpha turned towards him. ?No,?, he thundered, ?I promised Delts a new house-boy?. He threw Casey towards ?Delts?, who didn?t flinch. Casey slammed into his torso, his pace smacking hard off his pecs. They were like iron. He crumpled on the ground and looked up. Delts look disinterested. Although he was the same height as Casey, all comparison stopped there. He had an unbelievable amount of thickly muscled mass on his body, quads, pecs arms, and enormous swolled delts like carved footballs which must be the origin of his name. Casey thought it was like seeing a morph of a guy in the flesh - the mass on his body did not match the height. It was impossible to guess, but the guy must have been pushing 320 lbs.

Casey looked back to the edge of the compound. He couldn?t run. The wall from this side was even taller than from the one he scaled on the other side, from his base. The guys in his unit had warned him when he told them he wanted to find out what was going on in that place. His sarge told him to put it out of his head. But it had driven Casey mad ? he had heard stories, rumours, and he needed to find out. The sarge told him that last guy that tried that was never seen again. But Casey didn?t believe him. He had to know. Now that he was finding out, he was scared.

The combined mass of muscle was moving back towards the centre of the compound, to a collection of buildings there. Delts went with them, but again seemed a bit removed from the pack. Casey hung on, hoping they might just forget him. But after three or four strides, Alpha turned around, and signalled with his huge hand to follow.

?But my sarge ? I gotta get back and report at 1400?, Casey said. As he did, he realised how stupid it sounded. Nuke turned and laughed. Alpha remained serious though. ?I?m your C. O. now boy. And your job is gonna be helping us grow this Delt-boy bitch into a decent piece of muscle meat. So you can forget about your old unit ? you?re one of us now?. He turned and started walking. Casey, realising there was no choice but to obey, followed.

[Bull]

Great start.

[luvsmsclfrks]

Looking forward to more........

[vlad]

Ooooh yeah this has great potential. I want to see these military beefheads get bigger!

Great muscle descriptions btw.

[arpeejay]

Awesome! More, please, and soon!

xoxo

Richard

[armymike]

Thanks guys - glad you like. Working on part two at the moment.

[armymike]

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=20665

[Lucas88]

Great descriptions (never too much ) and good hook. Going to read the next chapter now.