Emil Part II

[Funbird]

I'll post the sections that I write. There may be the very first part of "Emil" in the archive posted way back in '07 or '08.
Nevertheless here we go with Part II.


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Emil

Emil had to get out of town. Run, hide, go somewhere to think about what had happened. He wasn’t sure if he had meant to kill those members of Wolf’s Hook on purpose or not. Right now he didn’t care. It wouldn’t be long before the police would come after him. Emil could envision the police coming upon the grisly murder scene at the warehouse where they’d find the remains of a dozen members of the notoriously savage bike gang plus two high school bullies torn apart by Emil’s rage. Yes, he had to get out of town, out of the country before the authorities would be looking for him.
Emil figured he had at least three days before the net was cast to catch him. With whatever cash he had in his pocket he drove to the Minneapolis St. Paul airport and bought a plane ticket for the first flight out. He tried not to make too much eye contact with the lady behind the ticket counter, he was paranoid that everyone knew what he had done, that all eyes were upon him. Well many eyes were but not for the reasons he imagined, rather his powerful chiseled frame stretching his shirt and jeans left little to the imagination, his effeminate face, blue eyes and blonde hair mad him hard to resist.
The Northwest ticket agent gave him a wink and a smile along with his ticket to Newark, not the most romantic destination for a getaway but it was the first flight out. He said his thanks and made it to the gate with a few minutes to spare. Within 45 minutes of arriving at the airport Emil a wanted young man was winging his way east.
The flight gave him time to try and get his mind together. He wondered if he’d see his mother or girlfriend ever again. What about his other friends, what must they be thinking right about now?
“Excuse me sir, can I get you anything to drink?”, a pretty blonde flight attendant asked him.
“Oh, uh just a Coke please.”, he smiled.
She was pretty Emil thought as their hands accidentally touched handing him is drink. The physical contact sent a slight rush which felt refreshing after nearly 36 hours of worry and anxiety.
He sipped his Coke the sugar and caffeine did wonders while he looked outside the window, the sun already set. He squirmed a bit in the seat, his legs ached for lack of legroom but it was better than being shackled sitting in a prison bus heading for the bighouse.
While he finished his drink Emil decided that he would have to go by ship if he was to leave the States. He was out of money, he didn’t have a passport so flying was out. The Port of Newark was the only alternative. Container ships were constantly coming and going to far off ports of call. All he had to do was get to a ship, get aboard, and hide. It was risky but right now Emil was more than willing to take the chance.
The Northwest flight touched down a little after 9 pm. With no money for a cab he walked the few miles to the entrance to the huge sprawling port complex.
The port was busy, incredibly so even past 10 pm Emil noticed looking at his watch. He cased the facilities from a old vacant parking lot nearby and saw that there was no way to just walk in through the main entrance. Trucks were coming and going at a fairly good rate. If he was to get inside through the front he had to double back, hitch a ride on a truck and let it carry him in. He thought he could look around the massive perimeter for an opening but that could take hours. Plus there was roving security who were bound to catch anyone cutting or in his case tearing the fence apart to get inside. He went with his hitch a ride plan.
Emil made his way back two blocks to an area where the street was poorly lit and bordered by an abandoned warehouse. As he crouched down to wait for his ride, he thought about how unreal all this seemed, like it was some awful nightmare that he couldn’t escape from.
He still had no idea of how or why he had grown so muscular, so powerful, and so incredibly virile. It had to be for a purpose good or bad and so far it wasn’t for the good of anyone. He had committed murder, rape, assault and battery. The frightening part was that he enjoyed every minute of it. That’s the notion that disturbed him the most. Deep down Emil knew that feeling pleasure from inflicting pain and injury was inherently and morally wrong. Even though those he had murdered deserved punishment for their misdeeds did they deserve death? A faint roar broke his train of thought as it signaled an approaching truck. Emil quickly hid from the glare of the headlights.
As it roared past he sprinted got hold of a handle on the side of the truck pulling himself up and on the back of the truck’s cab. He squatted down making himself as small as possible holding on waiting for the moment of truth when the truck stopped at the port’s security gate. It did so and Emil again squirmed trying not to be noticed his massive chest silently heaving up and down as he held his breath for an instant as a port employee walked around the cab and van. The employee stopped for a minute near the end of the truck Emil noticed him looking in his direction. He was glad he was wearing a white T-shirt which blended in with the color of the cab. The employee moved on walking around the far side of the vehicle said something to the driver and waved him inside. Emil let out a sigh. He was in.
The big truck rumbled into the complex past rows of empty containers stacked like a child’s wooden blocks. Small forklift zipped here and there carrying smaller pallets of foodstuffs and non perishables wrapped in plastic. Huge cranes were lifting containers filled with everything from store goods to cars and vans on and off of various ships. Emil decided to jump off the truck and try and blend in with the crowd.
He was wearing jeans sneakers and a white Tshirt which didn’t give him too much protection from the cold drizzle that now came down. Emil got a few looks from the rough looking employees who probably wondered what a blonde muscled pretty boy was doing in a place like this.
“Hey, you supposed to be here?”, queried a guy finishing a smoke.
“Uh well I’m looking for the Star.”, he replied.
“Huh, which one?”, he asked coming up to Emil.
“The uh Indian one.”, he said.
Emil was at a loss as he had no idea about ship names nor which vessels were in port. He figured some ship would have the name “Star” in it and as luck would have it, there were three. The Mermaid Star sailing for South America, ZB Star which wasn’t going anywhere owing to engine trouble, and lastly the Chapora Star bound for West and Southwest Africa.
“You mean the Chapora? That’s over on birth 30. They’re due out in an hour.”, he replied.
Emil made it seem that a good friend of his was sailing on her and he wanted to say goodbye. The gruff looking guy bought the story and told him how to get to birth 30. He even offered Emil a ride since the birth made for quite a long walk.
“Come on I’ll drive you down there. You shoulda brought a jacket. Walkin’ in this shitty weather with a Tshirt is a quick way to get pneumonia kid.”, he said lighting up another smoke.
“Yeah I didn’t think it would rain at least not ‘til later.”, Emil said running his hand through his wet hair.
“I take it you never go to the gym.”, the man said sarcastically.
“Once in a while.”, Emil replied with a weak smile.
“Yeah I was always meanin’ to go to a gym. Guess all I’d ever do is look at the women and sit on my ass.”, he added.
“Nothing wrong with that.”, Emil said.
“I’m always amazed how big these damn ships are. I served on the Coral Sea, you know the carrier. I thought she was mighty big but some of these container ships are mother gargantuan. Fast too. I talked to a guy who was on one goin’ from Long Beach to Japan. He told me the you’d hardly feel the motion of the waves but when you did you’d better believe they were some big ass rollers. Yeah you gotta respect the sea, if you don’t you’re gonna pay. Well here we are berth 30 the Chapora Star….she don’t look half bad big ass ship maybe a bit over 80,000 tonnes. You’d better hurry and see your friend ’cause they’re settin’ sail pretty soon.”
Emil got out of the truck and the vehicle righted itself a bit. He extended a hand to the driver.
“Hey listen, thanks for the ride and all. You ought do tours I’m sure you’ve got some stories people would like to hear. I don‘t even know your name.”, Emil smiled shaking the man‘s hand.
“It’s Bruce and people probably don’t want to hear my shit.”, he laughed.
“I do……….and my name’s Emil.”
“Well you take care Emil. See you later.”, he said driving off.
Emil saw the main gangway leading up to the main deck of the Chapora.
“Damn Bruce was right. This thing is fucking huge.”, he said to himself over the din of noise coming from the cranes and other vehicles tending to the ship.
He made his way up the gangway. His veined skin glistened from the drizzle, his wet Tshirt clung to his massive torso. As Emil got to the main deck he expected to be stopped by a member of the crew or security. There was neither. Those on the deck were far to busy to worry about a lone person who came aboard uninvited. Besides nobody stowed away on ships anymore.
The main deck was also stacked with containers which helped Emil hide from view. There were so many of them stacked three to four units high that he wondered how this ship didn’t tip over. He made his way halfway down the 620 foot long vessel and picked a random container to hide in.
The container was as large as the trailers on the big 18 wheeler trucks. All were securely fastened to each other and the steel deck. All were locked. Emil grabbed the chain and lock on a orange container and ripped it off like it was wet paper. Opening the door slightly he could barely make out that this one had luxury cars inside. It was difficult to tell what make the cars were since he had no flashlight. He carefully made his way to one vehicle which looked like a Jaguar. Emil ripped the passenger’s door off and set it down. This gave him a chance to lie down on the back seat albeit with his legs hanging out. He let out a big sigh and wished he had something to eat as he was ravenous and began to get a headache. He figured he’d close his eyes for 5 minutes before he went out to scrounge for some food.
He slept for 48 hours.

[portamivia]

Oh my oh my! I had LOVED Emil, years ago, and can't help but being so glad this story goes on. He was one of the most erotic characters ever! You sure the first parts are in the archive already?

[Funbird]

Originally Posted by portamivia

Oh my oh my! I had LOVED Emil, years ago, and can't help but being so glad this story goes on. He was one of the most erotic characters ever! You sure the first parts are in the archive already?

Glad you liked Emil

I'm not sure if the first part was archived or not. I lost the whole thing over a year ago in a comp crash.
Now I print/ and save on disk everything I write so I have a backup. So stupid of me not to have done that way back when.

[bobtimbob]

I enjoyed Emil and am looking forward to the continuation! Sad to hear the first part was lost. I would have liked to re-read it.

[Funbird]

Originally Posted by bobtimbob

I enjoyed Emil and am looking forward to the continuation! Sad to hear the first part was lost. I would have liked to re-read it.

A fellow member is sending me part I. I had it on EpicLust until that site went under. Thankfully this member saved it.
I'll post Part I when I get it.

[Mad Dog]

This isn't it?

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=2906

[Funbird]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

This isn't it?

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=2906

Hey there you go, that's most of it!

[Funbird]

Continued........



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?Hey. Hey man. Hey, wake up man.?, said a man tapping Emil?s knee.
?Hmmmmph.?, Emil squirmed.
?Hey come on now. Let?s go! Rise and shine man!?, the man yelled banging the roof with his flashlight.
?Wha????, Emil awoke blinking.
?Hey come on get up man. Whatcha doin? here and what happened to the door on this car man!?, the man asked with a West African accent.
The man shined the flashlight in Emil?s face as he sat up, the car creaking a bit under his weight. Emil tried to shield his eyes from the glare and could tell the man was tall and African.
?Can you not shine that in my eyes please??, asked Emil.
?Who are ya man? You ain?t one of the crew I know that for sure.?
?No???I?m not.?
?What?s that man? You a dock worker or sometin?? You fall asleep while workin???
?No not really.?, Emil said groggily.
?Hey beh! Don?t tell me you?re a stow? Ain?t got a stow in many years man.?
?Stow??
?Stowaway man.?, the man replied.
?Yeah I?m a stow.?
?Shit man. Captain is gonna love ?dis. What your name??, he asked.
?Emil.?
?Ok Emil come on out.?, he stepped back motioning with his hand.
The man was amazed at the physical specimen that arose from the car. Whoever he was he had muscle on top of muscle and desperately needed a bath???.he smelled. They walked out from the container and Emil realized that they were at sea.
?Emil, my name?s Ouidi.?
?Nice to meet you. We?re at sea already.?
?Yea two days now. Can?t send you back. Too late for that.?, Ouidi said smiling and putting on his reflective shades.
?What?s the next stop? Where we headed.?, Emil said looking up at the bright blue cloudless sky.
?Africa man. Abidjan, Lagos, Libreville, Angola???and beyond. Ah yea, this trip go on forever.?, he laughed.
Ouidi led Emil towards the superstructure where all the ships crew lived, ate and slept. Looking up to the bridge Emil felt as if he was looking up the side of a tall building. He turned around to get a look at where they had come from. Simply acres and acres of red painted steel topped by hundreds of multi colored containers.
?Bigger than a carrier?.?, he mumbled.
?Okay watch your step and your head man.?, Ouidi said holding the hatch open.
From the main deck they walked up several decks to the crew section. Oiudi gave him a tour. On this level were the Captain, crew and officer quarters, mess, sitting room, recreation room, and vacant guest cabin for up to two paying passengers.
?Look, you take a shower I find some clothes to fit, then you can get some chokie eh.?
?Chokie??
?Ya you know, eh vittles, food. I imagine you be hungry. Look there be a shower in that passenger cabin. I?ll leave your new clothes on the bed. I think we gonna burn those you wearin?.?, Ouidi motioned.
A loud tinny voice sounded over the loudspeaker in the hallway.
?SSO Ouidi come to bridge immediately!?
Emil squinted at the shrill Asian accented voice.
?Who?s that??
?Heh, that be Captain Crunch himself.?, Ouidi laughed.
Emil smiled and went inside the cabin closing the door behind him. He took off his clothes threw them in a pile and turned on the shower. There was a small mirror in the cabin and Emil looked at himself briefly. A body replete with so many lines and striations it was hard to believe that the human form could take such shape. A face an angel would envy and a massive sexual organ that was satanically pornographic.
He couldn?t help being in love with himself.
The hot water felt incredible. He just stood under the shower head letting the water beat upon the back of his neck and down his manta ray shaped back. Voices and images from weeks, months, and a year past flashed before his eyes. He felt guilty having done some of the things to people. Inside Emil felt remorse for those he used, for the fear he made many feel. He still grappled with what he had done to Chow Mein and Wolf?s Hook. They meant harm to those he loved, therefore they deserved to be punished. It was their fault in the end Emil reasoned. Yet here he was a stowaway on a ship headed for Africa. What was he supposed to do? Stay and fight? Fight the police? No never. He didn?t want to cause any more harm than he had already done. Emil didn?t want Sonia to suffer any more than she had already or cause her pain. He felt he had betrayed her.
He looked down at the gold Orthodox Cross pendant she had given him. He swore he?d never take it off. Holding it, looking at it reminded him of her. Emil would move mountains for Sonia.
Emil toweled off and saw there were some clothes and sneakers that Ouidi had left on the bed. He put on the 4XL size dark blue coveralls that looked like those that pilots wore. It fit, if not a tad snug here and there, and very snug over his legs and package. The sneakers were a decent fit too. He zipped up the suit from the crotch to mid chest showing off a nice valley of man cleavage and ran a hand through his damp hair. His stomach rumbled in protest.
?Man I have to eat.?, he thought rolling up his sleeves.
Emil walked out from the cabin and looked around finding no one. For such a big ship it seemed pretty empty.
?Hey Emil! How do the clothes fit man.?, Ouidi said coming down a gangway.
?Oh hey. Not bad thanks.?, he smiled.
?Well it was the biggest we had in storage. Maybe we can get you something else when we reach land. I got to do my rounds but down the hall to the right you see the mess, you see Jay he the cook. Tell ?im what you want, he fix it right man.?, Ouidi said.
?Yeah will do. I?ll see you around. Oh hey. Did you get called up to the Captain because of me??, Emil asked.
?Yeah he saw you, wondered who you was. I tol? him you was a dock worker who got sick and passed out before we left.?
?What did he say??
?He wants you to do the dishes. He?ll tell you himself tonight around dinner. No need to be afraid of the Captain Crunch man. He like 5 foot 5? man. Well look I got to be runnin? go eat eh.?, Ouidi smiled.
Emil walked into the vacant mess. There were booths and a few tables with chairs. The tables look to be bolted to the floor perhaps to help them not fly around when there were heavy seas about. There were some large framed pictures of famous seaside resorts adorning the walls including an old faded poster behind the buffet counter advertising ?Visit Sunny Crete ?78?.
?Can I help you??, said a man with a small white cap on his head.
?Are you Jay??, Emil asked.
?Yeop, Jay Pama. What you want to eat??
?Uhm, could I have some scrambled eggs and hash browns??
?How many eggs??
?Twelve please.?
?You eat twelve eggs? Come on you want that many??
?Yeah.?, Emil felt a little embarrassed by his order but he was starving.
?Ok. Have a seat.?
Sure enough he ate everything plus four Danishes and coffee. Jay just shook his head in disbelief and called in his staff to see Emil put away that much food. Just before he got up to leave, Ouidi came into the mess.
?Hey you finished man? Hey Jay, you feed this guy good huh!?, he laughed.
?He eat too much!?, Jay motioned making Ouidi laugh even harder.
?Hey, listen Emil. I got to takes you up to see the Crunch on the bridge.?, Ouidi said.
?Yeah sure, no problem. Just lead the way.?, Emil said waving thanks to Jay.

[Funbird]

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Both went up to the bridge, along the way Emil had to walk at an angle because his shoulders were a bit too wide for the passageways. He had never seen an actual ship?s bridge only those on the movies. They were always depicted as a place of constant activity full of crew members with the captain sitting in a chair overseeing the whole operation.
When they entered the bridge it was a quite different than what he expected. There were only three people on deck. There was a chair for the Captain but he wasn?t sitting in it, there was no wood trim or brass d?cor just office style linoleum and several large banks with large computer screens. There was an actual steering wheel albeit small but it was only used when the ship was near or in port. Out in the open sea it was strictly computer controlled autopilot being fed GPS coordinates that steered this 80,000 ton vessel.
Ouidi introduced Emil to the Captain who was a short Indonesian man named Ali Sutrisno. He looked to be in his mid 50s with streaks of gray through his thinning hair which hid wearing the traditional black peci cap worn by men from his country.
?Eh Captain, this is our passenger Emil. Emil this is Captain Sutrisno.?, Ouidi said.
?What your name??, Captain Sutrisno asked curtly.
?Uh, Emil, Emil Eichinger.?
The Captain wrote down the name in a little notebook.
?How you spell last name.?
?E-I-C-H-I-N-G-E-R.?, Emil spelled out slowly.
?Where you from??, Sutrisno asked.
?Minneapolis Minnesota. M-I-N??
?I know how to spell!?, Sutrisno snapped not looking up from his little book.
?Uh, Captain I making out a report I send it to you tonight about our passenger.? , Ouidi remarked.
?No. You give to me in one hour. Mr. Eichinger not a passenger, he a stowaway?.not passenger. Passenger pay for trip, passenger supposed to be onboard. He not supposed to be onboard!?, Sutrisno raised his voice.
?Captain I apologize for being onboard. I fell asleep in one of the containers. I?m a port authority employee. I wasn?t feeling well the other day when I came to work. While checking the container contents I got very sick and dizzy so I laid down. Ouidi woke me up. It?s my fault.?
The Captain who hadn?t even looked either in the eyes this whole time stared Emil right in his cerulean blue eyes looking for a sign of a lie. He broke eye contact and resumed looking out to sea.
?You do dishes. You earn your keep. This no free ride. When we get to Nigeria I contact U.S. Embassy and they take you. You off my ship. Ouidi you poor security officer. A joke maybe I call you Joker. You like that? I hear you call me Captain Crunch. Not funny. You better take this job seriously or I write you up so no one want to hire you. Understand??, he said.
Sutrisno dismissed Ouidi and Emil from the bridge. Both made their way down to the main deck.
?Hey Ouidi I?m sorry I got you in trouble. I tried to tell him it was my fault.?, Emil said.
?Aw he always on me for something. That?s the tenth time he threatened to put me in a bad report. Ol? Crunch ain?t never gonna do that. He won?t. He was puttin? on a show to scare ya?. But you?d better report to Jay at the mess an? tell ?im you gonna be doin? the dishes man.?, Ouidi shrugged.
Emil didn?t mind doing the dishes or even the added janitorial duty Jay Pama had him doing. In a way it was pennance, a just punishment. In the end he wished the Captain didn?t have to hand him over to the Embassy. Emil decided to jump ship before that happened.
After doing the dishes, and pans for the dinner he was allowed to eat and join the crew in the recreation room. At nights it was a hub of activity for the majority of the crew not currently on watch.
Emil walked in and got stares from everyone who?d heard about the ?stow?.
?Hey Emil come over and join us!?, Ouidi yelled out sitting near the bar.
The eyes followed him, he could hear some murmuring from two guys playing pool. Emil felt as if he was being inspected, and judged. The truth of the matter was that everyone was taken aback by the sheer size and muscularity of their new passenger, his presence alone demanded attention.
?Hey Ouidi what?s up.?, Emil smiled shaking his hand.
?Hey man let me introduce you to the other crew we got here.?, Oiudi stood up.
Behind the bar was George Spyros a 38 year old Greek. On a chair reading a newspaper and practically chain smoking was Djuro Pasic a 35 year old Serb. Playing pool was Juan Herrera a 40 year old from Spain and Jose Hernandez a 37 year old from the Philippines. On the far side of the room playing fusbol and cussing out loud was Alex Pattakos a 43 year old Greek Cypriot, his opponent was 41 year old Angelo Millo from Italy.
?Sounds like a great crew Ouidi. They all think the Captain is Captain Crunch.?, he smiled.
There was a slight grunt from the Djuro Pasic.
?Nobody here calls him anything but Captain. Right Ouidi??, he looked up from his paper, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
?He be the Crunch man, and I call that to his face.?, Ouidi laughed.
?Bullshit come on. You are too afraid to call him that to his face.?, Djuro said in his thick Slavic accented English.
?In Singapore last year I addressed his tiny majesty as Captain Crunch.?, Ouidi said smiling.
?Yeah yeah. I give you 100 Euro if you call him that but I want to see for myself. He would kick your black ass off ship.?, Djuro chuckled.
?Ye beh, his short legs cannot reach my ass.?, Ouidi laughed slapping his leg.
?So what your story blonde guy.?, Djuro put down his paper.
?What do you want to know??, Emil asked sitting down on a chair.
?I hear you supposed to be worker at the Newark port. You don?t look like anyone I ever see there or for that matter any port.?, Djuro said opening a bottle of beer and handing it to Emil.
?Uh no??.I?m not. I?m not a dock worker.?, he replied.
?So tell me why you are so far from home? You get into some kind of trouble yes??, Djuro asked.
?Yes.?
?Eh, you see I can tell. You hurt somebody????.with car, or gun??, Djuro continued.
?No not that at all.?
?But you hurt somebody. Where you from anyhow??, Djuro inquired.
?Yes I hurt someone and I?m from Minneapolis.?
?Minneapolis???.uh huh I see. Well you are big man I say you hurt somebody in fight over girl, you got scared and run. Maybe you even?????.let?s say kill someone by mistake???yes I think you kill someone by mistake?.?, Djuro squinted rubbing his chin.
?Heyy no man you crazy Emil kill someone? Djuro man I think you watch too many film man! Emil tell the Djuro he be wrong. Kill mah God man.?, Ouidi smiled.
Emil finished his beer and got another one. He took a deep sigh and rubbed his temple.
?Yes I did. It happened in a fight.?, Emil said looking at the floor.
?Ye beh?no shit. How??..?, Ouidi said quietly.
?What do you mean how? Look at Emil, one hit with fist or with baseball bat and the other guy goes down!?, Djuro exclaimed lighting another cigarette.
?Oh no you foolin? Djuro you cannot kill a man with one punch that?s in the movie. That?s all fantasy man!?, Ouidi waved.
?Oh ya? When I was in army in Serbia I was in paratroops. We had a guy, big guy, not as big as Emil get into fight with man. He hit this guy one punch here in temple?.Dead.?, Djuro struck his palm with his fist.
?Is he telling? truth Emil. You hit a man and he go down, he died man??, Ouidi asked.
?It, it was more than one guy.?, Emil answered clearing his throat.
?You get into fight with more than one guy or you???.kill more than one guy.?, Djuro inquired.
By now others in the rec room had gathered around to hear what the three were talking about.
?Both.?
?How many??, asked Alex Pattakos.
?Fourteen. Fourteen guys.?, he said in a quiet voice.
The room exploded in calls of disbelief and laughter.
?You had a gun then!?, exclaimed Juan Herrera.
?No I did not. I went to an abandoned warehouse, where they were waiting because I wanted them to pay for hurting a friend of mine. The fight started and I killed all of them, every single one with my hands and a crowbar! Ok? The next day I decided to leave?..to run.?
?It impossible for one man to get into fight without gun and kill so many. Impossible!?, Angelo Millo gestured.
?I did?.because I can. They thought that just because they had me outnumbered it would make a difference. They were wrong, it didn?t. I?m different, I?m stronger that?s how it is.?, Emil said.
?What about going to weight room nobody uses and see how strong blonde guy is??, Spyros suggested in jest.
?I tell you what. Just bring a bar or 45lb weight and bring it here.?, Emil said turning to Ouidi.
Within a few minutes Ouidi came back puffing holding the large 45 lb metal disc with him. He set it down.
?Oh man! I really got to work out man! Whoo!?, Ouidi said hands on hips.
?Everyone pick it so you know it?s real and not fake.?, Emil asked.
Everyone did so and was satisfied.
What everyone witnessed next was beyond their wildest imagination. First Emil picked it up with two fingers as if it were light as paper then proceeded to tear it in half without the slightest hint of exertion. He then placed the two scraps together and tore them in half before placing the pieces on the bar.
?Now do you believe it was all bullshit??, Emil said looking into their shocked eyes.
?Hristos!?, mumbled Spyros.

[nobody12381]

If they held a contest on the forum here to see who has masturbated to Emil the most times since it was first published on this forum, I would be a strong contender for first place.

Funbird, long time no talk! PM coming your way.

[Funbird]

A hyperstud is always fappable. I'm working on a few sketches of the dude. I know I promised to do that way back during Emil part I but I made time from my schedule to illustrate someone I've been dying to put to paper.
The down side to illustrating a character is that everyone already has an idea of what Emil looks like in their mind. For me it's a necessary item simply because I enjoy showing the human form in all it's super/extreme possibilities especially when it revolves around a character like Emil, his insatiable bisexuality and potential for unchecked violence.

[Funbird]

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Emil?s demonstration left no doubt in anyone?s mind that he had indeed killed fourteen men and that he was not normal. In the crew?s eyes he was not to be trifled with despite the fact that he seem to harbor no ill will towards any of them no did he take advantage of his power to use over them.
Captain Sutrisno was told by his deck officer Millo who witnessed the demonstration that it was best not to force or make their passenger to anything against his will. Millo did not elaborate nor did he mention anything about the murder of the fourteen men. All he did say was that Emil had the potential to cause a problem should any move be used against him and that considerable damage could be caused to company property as well as the crew?s well being would be put in jeopardy.
It didn?t take long for Emil to notice how quiet everyone became around him when he entered the scene or how the crew seemed to walk on eggshells when he was present. He decided to ask Djuro who had just gotten off watch.
?Djuro, you have a minute??, Emil asked.
?Hmmm? Yes what is going on??, Djuro asked lighting a cigarette.
?What?s wrong with everyone the last few days??
?What you mean??
?Come on. As soon as I walk in, everyone shuts up, when they see me walk down a passageway they quickly get out of the way as if I?m going to do something. I?m not going to hurt anyone, that?s the last thing I would do.?, Emil said.
?What did you expect after your demonstration or after your story about killing fourteen guys? These guys here, they don?t know you. To them you are man not to make angry or say anything to make you angry.?
?What do you think??, Emil asked.
?I don?t know what to think. I believe you are a man who can do what he wants anytime he wants. You have potential to make everyone do what you want. If you do not get your way you can kill.?
?Is that what you think of me? Is that how everyone feels??, Emil inquired.
?Back in Minneapolis did you make people do what you want? Did you force people to do or else??, Djuro leaned over his gray eyes sincere.
?Yes. But that was then. I?ve changed. I realized that just because I can doesn?t mean I should or will. I am sorry for what I did to so many. I was wrong to take pleasure in it.?, Emil answered.
?So you go back to country to face police for murder??
?No.?
?Why? You just say you admit you are sorry, you admit you kill those men.?, Djuro said.
?I?m not sorry I killed them. I thought about it, whether they truly deserved it and I believe deep down I did the right thing. I did society a favor in killing them.?
?You decide? That is why you have police and laws, they decide not you.?, Djuro flicked the butt of his cigarette into the dark sea.
?No I decide.?
?Ah, now you decide. So for some things it?s okay for Emil but others not so much. You see it is because you have power to say no. So you use power over others.?, Djuro reasoned.
?First, those who can use power over others all the time. Second you?re right, in this case I say no because I can.?, Emil answered.
?Okay. Now you know why the crew act different. Because they are afraid of you. Because law for us is not the same to you. You live by law of Emil.?, Djuro shrugged.
?Djuro I give you my word I won?t hurt anyone on this ship.?
Djuro saw the Serb Orthodox pendant and cross sit on his tanned muscled chest. Emil saw where his eyes were focused and touched the pendant.
?You give your word yes??, Djuro asked.
?Yes, I do.?, Emil answered looking him straight in the eye.
?You Orthodox??, Djuro inquired.
?No??.well I would for her. My girlfriend gave me her cross.?
?She give you that? Hmmm. That mean she must love you very much. What is her name? She is from Orthodox country??, Djuro lit another cigarette.
?She?s Serbian heritage. Her name?s Sonja Savich. I love her very much?..very much. I want her to be with me?..always.?, Emil smiled.
?Alex Pattakos, his father is priest. Maybe he make you Orthodox. If you marry Sonja you must be Orthodox, then she can have power over you. Then you live by law of Sonja.?, Djuro laughed.
?I would you know?, Emil smiled.


It was an overcast Wednesday morning and the Chapora Star was at anchor, not in the port of Apapa which served Lagos, Nigeria but over a hundred miles off the coast. A few other merchant ships could be seen at anchor in the distance too.
Emil woke, had breakfast and found others watching TV in the recreation room. Something was up.
?What?s going on??, he asked Spyros.
?Some crazy coup or civil war. Nigeria has gone crazy?..again.?, he nodded.
?Where?s Ouidi??, Emil said looking around the room.
?On bridge I think. I wouldn?t go up there. Wait until he comes down.?, Spyros noted.
Emil went out on deck to find other crewmen listening to radio and looking occasionally up at the sky for something. One was looking at two other vessels anchored miles away to the east.
?Hey Djuro, what?s going on. Spyros said something about a coup in Nigeria??, Emil said seeing Djuro come down from the bridge.
?Complete craziness. Some Muslim group has taken over Lagos with support of some Army group. There is heavy fighting in the city and some provincial cities. Very bad.?
?What do we do??, Emil asked.
?What you mean what do we do? We sit and do nothing. We wait here, Company says so. If situation get worse then we go to Luanda and say fuck Lagos.? Djuro said looking up at the sound of a jet aircraft high overhead.
?How long do we wait??
?Maybe 48 hours.?, Djuro answered still looking up.
Emil looked up but couldn?t see the jet plane. He could hear it clearly now but it stayed in the overcast. A crewmember listening to a portable radio looked agitated from something the excited announcer was saying.
?Hey, Marco, what happened??, Djuro asked him.
?Radio saying, Nigerian President is dead. ?, he replied.
?Oh, there it is!?, another spoke out pointing skywards and looking through a pair of binoculars.
Emil looked to where he was pointing and could make out a small dark colored jet fighter banking and turning making wide circles. It seem to dive at one ship far in the distance when a puff of smoke came from behind it followed by a faint shearing sound as if someone quickly tore a piece of paper. A few seconds later there was a muffled boom. All crew on deck suddenly went to the port side to try and get a better look.
?What happened. What..??, Emil asked.
?Fucking plane bombed a ship! Hey Marco! Did he shoot!??, Djuro yelled.
?Yes!!!?, Marco shouted.
The small fighter plane was a German made AlphaJet identified as such by Angelo Millo when it flew overhead the Chapora at 1,000 feet. The crackling roar of it?s engines abated a bit as it climbed for altitude and flew southeast.
?Where did that bastard go!??, asked Djuro looking through a pair of binoculars.
?Over there!? someone shouted.
?Where dammit!!??, Djuro yelled.
Suddenly several columns of water shot up from the ocean higher than the main deck followed instantaneously by explosions of glass, metal, and steel plate. A cacophony of sound and motion, from screams, sparks, shrapnel to glass created a whirlwind of confusion. The AlphaJet had just strafed the ship with it?s 30 mm cannon striking the hull, deck, and superstructure. The cannon shells exploded and tore through steel and thin armor plate as if it were jelly. After it?s strafing run it thundered away climbing back up into the overcast and presumably back to base.
From where Emil was standing everything happened in a split second. One instant he heard Djuro yell out the next he was hit by an incredible blow to his right pectoral which threw him back and against a railing which became incredibly contorted by Emil?s body. The blow dazed him and he lay there for a few seconds. Emil looked up and saw Jay Pama looking down on him with an incredulous gaze. He was saying something but all Emil could hear was the roar of the departing fighter plane.
?What!??, Emil shouted.
?You hit!!!?, Pama pointed and knelt down.
Emil looked down and saw at least a quarter of his coveralls were shredded and singed revealing his tanned shoulder, bicep, and pectoral. It took him a few seconds to realize he hadn?t been scratched by a cannon shell. Sure it knocked him over but his body was unscathed.
The same could not be said for twelve crewmembers. Five were injured by shrapnel, three seriously, and four killed. One of them blown to pieces by a direct hit from a shell. Screaming and shouting replaced the sound of the jet as the injured were taken below to the infirmary.
Emil got up and began to carry some of the wounded, Jay Pama followed quickly behind holding a rag to another crewmembers forehead gushing blood. The infirmary was packed with people, the ships doctor Jan Kaczmarek going from patient to patient. Those not injured were asked to give blood, Emil was first to volunteer.
?What happened to Ouidi??, Emil asked Spyros.
?He?s dead.?, Spyros responded wiping blood from his face.
?Wh-what??, Emil felt flush.
Spyros didn?t say anything except point to the recreation room where the dead were taken. Emil entered the rec room and saw three bodies lined next to one another covered in sheets stained with blood. Looking down on them the bodies looked so small, they were so unreal. Emil saw a black hand partially covered his heart almost stopped.
He lifted the sheet and saw Ouidi?s face, mouth slightly apart and his eyelids almost closed. The face looked like a mask. He found it hard to believe that a man he considered a friend was dead lying before him. One minute alive and full of life, the next dead and gone. He covered his friend back up and in a daze went back to the infirmary to donate blood.
While donating his lifeblood he thought about the attack reliving the incident over and over while listening the cries of agony nearby. Emil remembered Ouidi laughing making jokes about the ?Crunch? and the recent event of seeing his dead friend?s face. He became enraged inside in a way that was beginning to make his blood boil. He clenched one fist asking himself why the attack happened and to what purpose did it serve. Emil knew what he wanted. He?d make whomever was responsible pay, and pay dearly. His hate grew to a level never seen before but for now he bit his lip waiting for his chance to avenge the dead.
It was late afternoon by the time the Captain came down to visit the injured and tell everyone aboard that they had instructions to get under way immediately and steam south to their next destination which was Luanda, Angola. Their departure was delayed until repairs could be made on the hull below the waterline from the air attack. It would be early morning before those repairs would be finished. Until then they had to sit for 8 hours and hope no further attacks occurred.
Unfortunately, the next attack was imminent but this time it came not by air but by sea in the form of a Nigerian Corvette navy vessel named the ? Oboto?. The Oboto was zig zagging miles away looking for merchant ships and container vessels to board or attack. The new ?revolutionary? government had deemed all vessels out to sea as ?agents of aggression??.and provocateurs by carrying supplies meant for anti-Islamic agents??. Radio Lagos was reporting two such ships sunk by successful air strikes carried out by our ??.brave pilots filled with revolutionary ardor?. The so called ?successful air strikes? killed 34 and injured more than 50 innocent crewmembers total which included the Chapora?s casualties.
Captain Sutrisno had hoped the repairs would be done and they could get underway sooner rather than later. He disliked sitting idle making a fat target for someone with an itchy trigger finger. His radar was put out of action during the air strike so now sitting in the coming darkness he had no way of knowing who or what was out there. He had posted four lookouts with binoculars to scan the ocean. It was hoped the ? moon which was rising would help detect any attacker.
That ?attacker? the Oboto, was out looking for something to shoot and it spotted the Chapora Star on her radar. Like a shark it homed in on it?s prey for a kill.
Emil stood on the main deck helping to throw debris overboard. He still seethed in anger over the days earlier events. The unwarranted attack on defenseless people. Just then an explosion occurred on the port side near amidships . The resulting flash and explosion hurled two huge containers cart wheeling through the air and back onto deck.
?Shit!?, Emil yelled.
Other crew ran for cover but he stood his ground scanning the darkness for the attacker. Shells began striking the ship, tracers zipped past striking the containers and the superstructure.
Thump, thump!
Two bullets struck Emil squarely on his broad chest ripping his tattered coveralls even further.
Thump, thump, thump!
The bullets merely fragmented when they struck his body.
Now Emil could see where the tracers and flashes of gunfire were coming from. A small ship several hundred yards out was closing in. Without a second thought he dove in the water far below and began to swim towards the attacking vessel. Only one thought was in his mind, and that was to destroy the enemy. With every stroke his anger and eagerness to kill increased. Like a torpedo he made for the corvette firing and bearing down on the Chapora. The Oboto sped past Emil as he turned and caught up with the small ship.
He grabbed a ladder rung and quickly climbed aboard up to the aft deck. Within seconds he was riddled by two sailors firing AK-47s. They kept firing until they were empty and tried to reload fumbling with new magazines. One managed to get as far as pulling the bolt back. Emil grabbed that sailor and put his fist through the Kevlar helmet he was wearing and his skull. The body went limp and he threw it overboard. The other had little time to be shocked before his left arm was ripped off and his body broken in half. Emil was covered in blood and brains as he ran up to the aft 30mm gun which was firing towards the Chapora.
The gun crew hadn?t even noticed the carnage inflicted only a short distance away. No matter Emil plucked the upper half of the seated gunner?s body and flung it behind the ship. Another had his throat crushed to pulp by an iron like grip. The third was impaled on the 30mm barrel. Seeing a fresh magazine had been loaded Emil turned the gun forward and pressed the foot pedal which fired the gun.
Wham wham wham wham wham wham wham wham wham wham wham!!!!
The noise was intense the muzzle flash bright, as he fired nearly point blank at another gun platform ahead destroying it in a maelstrom of exploding shells. A number of sailors came running aft they disappeared in a series of dazzling explosions of cordite, flame, and red spray. The alarm on the Oboto went off to repel boarders. The sailors donned helmets and Kevlar helmets and ran to their stations expecting to see a number of enemy attacking the aft. Instead they saw only one. Whomever it was he was incredibly muscular, painted red, and running straight at them.
Aboard the Chapora they had had stopped taking hits for the time being and Sutrisno could see the attacking vessel visually pass slowly to his left and come to a stop less than 200 yards away. There was firing going on but it seemed directed at themselves. The amount of shooting was incredible, there were screams, explosions and the sounds of objects hitting the water. A full scale battle was taking place as his crew could see two men thrashing in the water coming towards his ship. They were screaming, yelling and waving at his crew for rescue. Rescue from what?
The firing continued as a large explosion blew chunks of the navy vessel?s aft into the air. The screaming increased as the firing sounded like it was now inside the Oboto. Sutrisno could make out with his binoculars two sailors on fire run and fall overboard. Another body or a part of one seemed to fly into through the air. Sutrisno?s bridge radio which he monitored crackled to life with the sounds of a massacre. Hideous cries, animalistic screams, and gunfire blared through the speakers. Whatever, was happening sounded like Hell descending upon the crew of the Oboto. In all his days Captain Sutrisno had never heard such audible slaughter. Then as quickly as it had begun the cries grew less audible as if the fight had moved from the bridge of the Oboto.
Through his binoculars he suddenly witnessed the main turret located forward was turning aft pointing it?s main guns on the bridge when the entire turret appeared to magically fly off the deck and crash into the water. There were more explosions throughout the ship, setting numerous fires. The gunfire quickly petered out. Only the occasional pop of ammo cooking by fire could be heard. The naval vessel was a burning wreck, a shambles as if it had been hit by a few broadsides.
The two survivors were brought aboard and began babbling incoherently about something. They were cut, bruised and one had an ear ripped off. Sutrisno ran down to see what was happening. Djuro ran up to the two bloodied sailors and demanded answers as to why they fired on the Chapora. They just looked wild eyed, kneeling, crying and asking for help from ?him?.
?Who!??, Djuro asked.
?What happened on your ship??, Sutrisno asked looking down on them.
?What happened to your crew, what happened to you!??, Angelo Millo yelled.
?Who attacked you!??, Spyro demanded.
?I did.?, a voice said behind him.
Everyone turned to see Emil, nude, fists clenched, dripping wet with an evil grin on his face.

[portamivia]

Loving it! I definitely have a thing for Emil. Now he deserves a good fuck, doesn't he?

[TheHugeGunz4u]

Great story but please use standard paragraph conventions next time!

[Reeza]

I had forgotten how much I liked this story until I re-read the first parts from 2005. Emil has changed a bit, but he's still hotter than hell.

I love the strength, but I miss the sex he used to have. (I assume Emil misses it too!) I can't think of anything more erotically pleasing than those early scenes with his friend Joey. Mmmmmmm, that was good!

[Funbird]

Don't worry, erotic themes are planned, it just takes a while to get to them. After all, Emil has a thundercock, it would be a waste if he never got a chance to use it.

[Funbird]

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The Chapora had set course due south for it?s next destination , Luanda Angola. For the most part the ship was silent, everyone taking in what had happened to the ship, to them, to their mates, and to what Emil had done. It was death, disaster, and slaughter. This is not what they had signed up for, this voyage was cursed with blood. The blonde visitor had killed. Were they to be next? He was too dangerous to be kept on board. Perhaps he would leave at Luanda and that would be the end of it.
Emil was a bit disappointed as he lay on his bunk in his cabin. No one had thanked him, no hand shaking, no pats on the shoulder, put simple no gratitude for saving the Chapora and crew from danger. Instead he got those weird stares from frightened eyes, and the incessant whispering behind his back when he entered a room. He was a bit annoyed. If his ass had been saved he?d have thanked the hero, shaken his hand. But here? Oh no, everyone stays silent and looks at you like you?re a thing not a hero. The more he dwelled on it the angrier he became. Just two words would satisfy him????Thanks Emil.?
He got up and decided to walk around, while doing so he spotted Djuro coming out from the infirmary.
?Hey Djuro, can we talk for a minute??, he asked.
?Let?s go on deck.?, Djuro motioned lighting a cigarette.
?I wanted to ask you. Has anyone said anything about me, you know since that day? I feel like everyone?s giving me the cold shoulder. Nobody even said thanks for what I did.?, Emil said folding his tanned ripped arms.
?You know, apart from Pattakos and myself, and now you, nobody else on ship has ever killed a man. Pattakos fought in Bosna for Serbs, and I fought as paratrooper in Kosovo province for my country Serbia. Nobody ever tells you ?thank you? for doing dirty job. People don?t like giving thanks for killing. But what can you do? You cannot make people say thanks. I tell you sometimes people say it in way that they do not have to say it but there in their eyes you can tell they are grateful.?, Djuro explained.
?Well those eyes aren?t saying thanks, they?re saying get the fuck off the ship.?, Emil huffed.
?Let me ask, why does it bother you so much what people think.?, Djuro said raising an eyebrow.
?It just does. I thought I was helping. We were being fired at, like earlier in the day, people had died others wounded, what was I gonna do just sit and fuckin? watch it happen again without doing anything? Hell no, I took revenge, I avenged those who died.?, Emil said pointing to his chest.
?Yes is true. Because you can. Who can stop you from doing so? No one can. You cannot let reaction from others bother you so much. You have great power for some reason and I say what you did was necessary for whole ship.?, he motioned.
Emil looked him in the eye and for once his anger abated. Djuro meant what he said.
?So you?re saying?..?, Emil inquired.
?I say hvala lepo druze. You know what means??
?Uh,???thank you??
?It means ?thank you guy?.? Djuro smiled and patted Emil on the shoulder.
?You?re welcome.?, Emil replied.
A shrill voice sounded over the loudspeaker system. It was Captain ?Crunch? Sutrisno ordering Emil up to the bridge.
?You want me to come up???, Djuro asked.
?No, I can handle the Captain.?, Emil waved walking off.
Emil thought of how his friend Ouidi would handle the Captain?s authority. He always did it with a smile as if authority meant nothing to him, what mattered was on the inside and not on the shoulder stripes.
?Captain, you wanted to see me??, Emil announced his arrival on the bridge.
Sutrisno was finishing some paperwork his stern face unchanged since the first time they met. So much had happened since then.
?I want you off my ship at next port of call. You get off at Luanda.?, Sutrisno said without looking up from his paperwork.
?I understand.?, Emil replied.
?You are bad luck. Everywhere you go something bad happen, people get hurt, people get killed. I don?t know who you are Mr. Eichinger or what you are. I see no good in you. In my fourty five year career on ships only one crew has ever died and that was appendicitis. You come and all hell break loose. You are not welcome on my ship period!?, he glared at Emil.
Emil worked hard to suppress a flash of anger. Exploding now would only reinforce the Captain?s opinion of him.
?I?ll leave when we get to Luanda.?, Emil replied and walked off the bridge.
On his way down he punched a steel bulkhead in anger making a hefty indentation from his fist. That was that he felt, he?d get out of everyone?s hair and go out alone. He was in no mood for niceties whatsoever. Emil felt unappreciated for his deed in saving the ship and crew.
He bade farewell to the Chapora Star, Djuro, Spyros, Pattakos, Jay Pama, and Herrera but ignored the Captain. Emil was still miffed as he stepped on dry land at the port of Luanda. The sun was setting and a great Continent lay before him. He wanted nothing more than to drink and screw tonight, and he was determined to do both before the night was over.









Luanda




A city that rose from Cold War conflict in the 1970s and ?80s to a modern business center known as the African Riviera, it had worked hard to shed it?s image of being a turbulent Communist city hosting Cuban revolutionaries. It was all about money now, tons of investment brought in from foreign governments eager to take part in Angola?s newest export, oil.
It was this city that Emil had begun exploring since leaving the Chapora Star behind. As he walked the streets he spotted a club that he desperately wanted to go to called Kapital. It looked sleek, inviting, and had what appeared to be some very hot ladies going inside. The problem was that he wasn?t exactly dressed for the club. No matter nobody would dare stop him from going inside but first he got something to eat which burned through half of his $400.00 given to him by Djuro.
It was late evening as Emil sauntered back in the direction of the club, got lost, and wandered into a somewhat unsafe neighborhood to be walking in. There were slums nearby and gangs of youths walking around, no big as that was something one can find in any inner city in the U.S. It was the guys in cars or on motorcycles or just those who looked they were waiting for someone to get caught in their web that were dicey.
This was something that a normal person would have to worry about but not Emil. He walked about as if he was a knight wearing brand new shiny armor, a peacock with a new plume, a man who knew he was superior to any other male on the planet. As he made his way past a slum he could hear the cat calls, and whistling aimed at him for whatever reason. A young woman called out to the, ??pretty white boy?, to which Emil smiled and waved bringing several of her friends to laugh and call out to him. He got looks men who saw him as a threat to their turf or masculinity. Only a fool would confront the blonde and expect to come away unscathed. Yet there were a few who chose to be fools. Three fools to be exact.
?Hey, you don?t belong here white boy. You come lookin? for trouble huh??, said one Angolan wearing a red shirt and faded jeans.
?Just passing by. No trouble man.?, Emil replied.
?Where you goin? to boy??, said another wearing a floppy hat.
?Why? Are we friends??, Emil asked sarcastically.
?Hahaha!! Ah this one got tomates (balls)!?, the third of the pack yelled out.
?If you?re looking for trouble I?ll give it to you.?, Emil smiled putting his hands on his hips.
?Wooohoo! He even look like a garina(girl) in the face!?, remarked the one in the red shirt.
?Yeah I think he?s a pandula(homosexual) fo? sure.?, giggled floppy hat.
?Hey loira(blonde/blondie) how about a nice bico(blowjob).?, the third said mimicking a blow with his hands and tongue.
?Well, I tell you what. How about you three suck my cock, then my balls and if you?re very good you can eat my cum. Then I can impale all three of you on my dick before I dump your bodies in a ditch. How does that sound??, Emil smiled.
?Fod?se(fuck you)!!!?, yelled floppy hat pulling a knife out of his back pocket.
?Go ahead douche bag stick me. Come on, right here.?, Emil pointed to his stomach.
Mr. Red shirt came first and got a little rap on his forehead stunning him and making him cry out. Floppy hat stuck or tried to stick his knife into Emil?s abdomen but the blade broke off with a ?twing?sound. Emil curled a finger under the thug?s belt and lifted him clear off the ground, smiled at the third who promptly ran off at the sight of his friend being manhandled with a single finger.
?You still want to play??, Emil asked the tough being held several feet off the ground.
He just shook his head, frightened as could be. Emil let him down and no sooner did he scurry away.
?Better hurry after your little friends.?, Emil said to Red shirt lying on the ground moaning and rubbing his head.
Emil found a familiar landmark and was drawn to the thumping music coming from the nightclub Kapital. There was a line of men and women being checked by two doormen, with a few being turned away. One girl threw a fit because she and her boyfriend were refused entry. She repaid the tall hulk like doorman with a hit from a spiked heel. Some people in line laughed at the site of the boyfriend having to restrain his girl and going back to retrieve her shoe.
Emil could see Mr. Hulk had already decided not to let him in. No big deal he thought he?d get in one way or another.
?No.?, Mr. Hulk waved a beefy arm in front of him.
?I?m sorry??, Emil asked smiling.
?I said no. Go down the beach to one of the clubs there. You can?t come in here.?, Hulky replied.
?But I really want to go in this one.?, Emil said.
?What did I say. I told you to go little pandula!?.
?Isn?t this whole scene so clich?? I mean here we have me a superior dude trying to get into a club and the big brawny doorman threatening to move along. Don?t you think it?s clich???, Emil twirled his finger.
?That?s it!?, Hulko yelled.
He lunged towards Emil who stopped him with a finger to his soft mushy chest. Hulky who was at least 6?8?? stood several inches taller than our blonde hero couldn?t move forward.
?Wh???..?, was all he could say.
Emil took his finger from Hulk?s chest and curled it under the chic leather belt of the giant. Just as he had done to Floppy Hat he lifted the doorman several feet. The people in line let out gasps and the usual ?ooooohs and ahhhhs? at the super human feat. They were simply amazed at this young blonde man who was clearly able to hold a giant of a man in the air with no effort.
?Now, I?m going in to have a good time. I know you would want me to have a good time. Right? Right. So I?m gonna put you down nice and easy and if you know what?s good for you you?ll stand aside to let me through.?, Emil said slowly letting Hulk down back onto his feet.
?Uh, you???you go??in..welcome to Kapital, p-please enjoy yourself.?, the doorman stammered.
?Awww, thanks. Here ya go don?t spend it all in one place.?, Emil put a dollar in Hulk?s jacket pocket before walking inside the club.

[Funbird]

*WARNING*

The following contains gay sex. If you are repulsed by this do not read. Thank you.


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The interior was buzzing and filled with a lot of good looking people. Emil got looks instantly and was even patted on the rear by someone as he made his way to the bar. He ordered a vodka gin and tonic and did a nice relaxed eye scan of the people. There were the typical older gentleman with very young eye candy, the “Aqua Velvas”; guys with too much hair care, unbuttoned shirts with chest hair who thought they were God’s gift to women, the loud talkers; always yelling apparently trying to make the whole place think their table was where the party started and ended, and there were the women paired with some guy they’d wished had never asked them out.
Emil noticed there were three people visually undressing him. One was a woman in her late 30s or early 40s with big tits, and the others two were male twins in their 20s of Arab or North African descent. Both of them looked like models and had athletic physiques. One of them approached Emil and asked if he’d like to join them at their booth.
The twins were indeed North African, Moroccan to be exact and models living in Paris but doing a photoshoot in Southern Africa. One was Kamal the other Hassan, and they were fascinated by Emil’s magnificent body. The two Moroccans themselves were incredibly exotic, not to mention intoxicatingly erotic. It didn’t take very long for Kamal to place a hand on Emil’s thigh along with a remark on how powerful his muscles felt.
“Hass, feel his leg, you will see what I mean by powerful.”, Kamal said to his brother.
Now Emil had both on either side putting their hands on his massive hard thighs. It wasn’t the only part of Emil that was hard or at least getting there, his weapon was in approval of the twins handiwork and it was gaining strength as it strained against the fabric of his already tight coveralls.
“Merde!”, Hassan yelped as he had discovered the weapon.
“Bordel!”, Kamal touched the thing.
Emil just smiled as he put either hand on their thighs and worked his way up to their crotch. One of the brothers moaned a bit and that sent Emil’s massive dong ripping through the fabric and banging the underside of the table causing it to lift it in the air. Good thing their booth was in a dark spot in the club, with the noise they could practically fuck and no one would notice.
Hassan slipped under table and was made dizzy by the power, size, and scent of this blonde’s cock. He was equally entranced by Emil’s balls which felt supple, succulent, pendulous full of sweet elixir. Pre-cum had already begun to ooze forth from the big piss slit and to Hassan it tasted and felt like honey. He stroked the shaft slowly with both hands, the mighty girth too large to wrap one’s hands around it was as hard as diamond. So large was the cockhead that the Moroccan was content just to suck the tip and stick his tongue inside the slit.
Emil spread his legs wider as he grabbed the back of Kamal’s head and kissed him hard. He expertly flicked his tongue around while Kamal slipped a hand and began to massage Emil’s right pec and nipple. Hassan continued to suck and stroke the blonde’s beast with one hand, his other was busy getting himself off.
Emil bent over and began to deep throat Kamal’s 9 incher which glistened in saliva. Kamal threw his head back and moaned as he stroked Emil’s massively muscled back. As his dam was about to burst he put a hand on the back of Emil’s head and began to buck his hips. Emil for his part began to pinch one of Kamal’s nipples while sucking harder and faster each time from cockhead to hilt with no reprieve until just before the inevitable dam burst he slowed finishing with a long slow oral stroke.
Kamal tensed, bucking his hips so hard holding Emil’s head down the dam burst with a flood of liquid pleasure that shot forth down Emil’s throat. Under the table Hassan pumped his rod till he too could no longer hold back, spurting hot joy juice onto Emil’s thigh.
Pre-cum was now constantly flowing out from the giant cock so Hassan removed the table in order for him and his brother to now work on pleasuring the blonde super stud.

[Funbird]

*WARNING*

Gay sex, do not continue if you are offended by such material.


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Both kneeled and began to lick, massage, and caress the beast cock with their lips and tongues.
It pointed up in a graceful curve. It?s shaft threaded with life pumping veins, the head a bulbous red tinted orbital shaped warhead. Upon the crown of the head pre cum flowed out from the slit like magma pouring down the sides of a volcano. The super stud was primed and Hassan offered himself atop the tower of power.
Hassan was a bit apprehensive of being gored by this demon dick as it made it way within his ass ever so slowly. The Moroccan gritted his teeth he felt as if he was being torn apart from below, so much so he almost turned around to say he could not take it. However, within a few seconds the pain was replaced with the warmest, most pleasurable sensation that raced throughout his body. Hassan felt unbelievably stuffed to be sure but incredibly there was no pain when clearly there should have been. The huge cock delivered pure pleasure and it grew stronger the deeper it was inserted.
Emil wrapped his arms around Hassan?s torso and began to pump fiercely, as his libido switched gears to overdrive. The movement was fluid, our muscled demi god?s narrow hips continuing fed by an unknown force, Hassan was in a semi dream state of ecstasy. Kamal simply watched in amazement, how could the blonde go for so long without slowing or showing any need of rest. He marveled at the pendulous scrotum undulating up and down smacking flesh, veins outlined upon the sack, pure fuck power achieved. It went on and on for 15 then 30, then 58 minutes until Mt. Emil began to erupt.
Hassan thrashed his head, Emil bucked hard, Kamal pumped his own furiously, then came the ruption. Hassan fell off his mount completely spent, Emil?s hips kept bucking as the eruption began. Thick ropes of elixir belched forth striking the ceiling coating Hassan, Kamal, and the floor with the demi-god?s essence. Kamal fed himself from the source as the hot fluid became thicker and more viscous. Emil moaned and arched his back as the flow continued for 10 minutes. Ten minutes and thirty three seconds to be exact before ebbing. The orgasmic typhoon had abated.
People watched mouths agape, others visually recorded every second with their phones and sent the images worldwide to their friends. What they were witnessing was beyond incredible, simply beyond human. The words ?epic fuck? now had undeniable footage and definition. Emil turned to his new admirers rubbed his pecs, and smiled, his cock slowly lowering it?s job having been done.

[Reeza]

You wouldn't happen to have that footage, would you?

Fortunately, you did a great job of describing it so it's not hard to visualize.

[Funbird]

Don't I wish.

[Funbird]

A little more.

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?Mmmmmph.?, Emil moaned.
He lay in bed on his back nude, his flaccid python lay off to his side the head of which nearly touched the floor. He wasn?t alone. Emil shared the bed with two women who were sound asleep. In an adjacent room were two more beauties, four in all who enjoyed the hyper stud?s incredible cocksmanship. The room was permeated with the smell of sex. After all it had been one hell of a night.
The whole hotel was made aware of the all night sex romp in Room 902. The floors shook, the whole building vibrated from the pounding, the screaming, moaning and unbridled ecstasy emanating from the 9th floor.
?Ooooh, man.?, Emil slowly got up to use the bathroom.
He merely stood over the toilet his cock dangled inches from the water as he let loose a torrent of piss. He raked a hand through his hair and rubbed his bubbled six pack.
?Oh yeah,????..fuck that?s how I spell relief.?, he smiled shaking the beast.
He walked back into the bedroom and saw all four girls asleep. He wanted to wake them up and go get breakfast but he decided to let them get rest, after all they seemed to need it. Emil donned on his overalls and quietly left the room.
He stepped onto the elevator and it groaned under the weight of Emil?s 490lb frame. The elevator made a stop on the 5th floor and he held the door open for a strikingly beautiful brown haired woman who looked very familiar.
?Going down??, he smiled pressing the lobby button.
?You?ve been a very busy young man haven?t you??, the woman replied.
?You look familiar. Were you at the Kapital Club last night??, Emil could smell her perfume.
He looked over at her big tits and he knew she was the one alright.
?Hmmm. Quite a performance. I?d say beyond incredible. Quite memorable in fact.?, she stared ahead not even looking at him.
?I take it you enjoyed the show. I?m sure everyone did.?, he remarked as the elevator doors opened.
?Have you had breakfast??, she turned to him.
?No, I was just?.?
?Then perhaps you?ll join me.?, she nodded.
They sat down and she ordered for both of them which caught Emil off guard. This woman was quite commanding in her own right and she clearly used her looks and body to exude an air of authority.
She had stunning blue gray eyes, wavy shoulder length brown hair and impeccable manners. Even her English accent was finely cultured hinting at a privileged upbringing. Her blouse strained under the weight of what Emil guessed to be I cup tits. They jiggled every time she made a movement. Emil?s python rumbled in his trousers, as it approved and this woman?s high class pussy.
?I?m Emil Eichinger, at your service.?, he nodded extending his hand which she lightly shook.
?Sarah Shawcross. I feel as if I know you quite well already Emil. After last night I can?t imagine you have any surprises left over to show me.?, she sipped a cup of tea.
?Oh well, you never know. This world is full of surprises. I still have a few up my sleeve.?, he smiled as their breakfast arrived.
?You must be a hungry young man. You are sure, you?ll be able to eat all of it??, she smirked looking at the feast brought before him.
?I do have to keep up my strength after last night.?, he replied.
?I?m certain. You did keep up the entire hotel until a few hours ago.?, she mused.
?Did you enjoy it??
?What a foolish question,????..of course I did.?, Sarah smiled.
Emil felt like tossing the table aside and screwing her right then and there. This woman wanted, no scratch that, needed a balls to the walls animalistic fuck. He looked at his watch and knew they?d be doing the tubesteak boogie in an hour. All that was left to decide was where to bang her.
?What are you doing in Angola??, he asked.
?I was going to ask you the same question. I work for Sky News in London. I?m a reporter and I?m here to cover the war in neighboring Congo. My crew and I will be leaving for the border tomorrow morning. So, what brings a virile man such as yourself to this curious place??
?Well, if you really want to know, I?m running from the law so to speak for the murder of a number of people back in my hometown of Minneapolis Minnesota. I got here by a container ship named the Chapora Star. On the way I saved the ship from an attack by a Nigerian Navy vessel by destroying it and slaughtering the entire crew single-handedly. You see not only do I have incredible sexual stamina but super human strength as well. I?m also impervious to bullets or shells.?, he said without batting an eye
Sarah practically doubled over laughing, as she held a napkin to her mouth. She laughed so hard that tears formed.
?You???..you have,???.a most incredible imagination! Oh my,???????thank you! I honestly haven?t laughed this hard for a very long time. I must say you have a very promising future with such an imagination.?, she laughed red in the face.
?Come on, I want to show you something.?, he said getting up.
She followed him out still wiping the tears from her cheeks and giggling. He led her to a nearby street where he spotted a parked dump truck.
?Let me ask you Sarah. Do you think I can lift this truck??, he smiled.
?Hmmm. Well Emil I must admit that you could only do so in ?imagineationville?., she laughed.
Sara?s laughs stopped as she couldn?t believe what she was witnessing. Emil hand lifted the truck with one hand and wiggled it about as if it were a toy. She was awe struck by the fact that he showed no sign of strain whatsoever.
?Th-that?s impossible. How could you???..??, she gaped.
He put it back down gently and walked up to her as her gaze was still focused on the truck.
?Now do you believe me? I?m everything I claim to be and more. I don?t know how or why I have this power but it appears the only thing I can?t do is fly or see through walls or clothes.?
?My God.?, she turned and looked in his eyes.
?What I did just now was nothing. I could do far more. Perhaps move mountains, part the seas, even move continents if I tried.? he touched her chin.
?How would like to be the subject of a very exclusive story.?, she said in a seemingly dream like state.
?I?d like that. But before we do that, I?m going to make you feel like you?ve never felt before. In other words I?m gonna nail you to the wall.?, he said kissing her.
He cupped her big breasts and gently squeezed them while expertly flicking his tongue around the inside of her mouth. Sarah kissed him back hard, her fingers clawing across one of his muscled pecs.
She almost fainted as she could feel his weapon against her thigh. She moved her nads down his abdomen and suddenly realized they were in public and in the middle of a street. She quickly led him back to the hotel and up to her room.

[Funbird]

Here's the first section of a side story I want to do with Emil taking on a hyper muscled strong adversary.

The story is called "Emil vs. Dillon"

This is the first installment.

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Emil vs. Dillon




He got a call on his ?special? cellphone while screwing the Hernandez twins. The Filipino twins were nicknamed the ?Sizzle Sisters? by the Manila media back home. They hooked up with our hero and as usual he made them feel like they were on Cloud 9 with his cock and tongue. They in turn worshipped his ripped muscle and immense love wand. Altogether the fuck session was in it?s third hour at Emil?s humble home when that call came.
Emil had been working for the U.S. government on anti terrorist duties abroad but occasionally he was tasked to seek out a possible domestic threat. He was officially on duty to the New York FBI office for domestic issues and the CIA for foreign threats. Whenever he was needed on his down time he got a call on this particular phone. It served as a kind of hot phone or Batman signal if you will.
He had been off for a few days and was due back to work in two days when he answered the phone while pumping one of the twins, Dalisay Hernandez up the ass. The bed was wet with sweat, lube, and Emil?s jizz. Dalisay?s sister had just been royally reamed and coated with cum from Emil?s seventh volcanic orgasm and now he was well on his way for his eighth when the phone rang.
?Uhhhhh h-hello??, Emil grunted.
?Bureau office. You?re needed. Chopper?ll pick you up in an hour Mr. Eichinger.?, a voice snapped before hanging up.
Emil recognized the curt voice as that of his domestic boss, Special Agent Howard Bass, a veteran of nearly 30 years and tough as nails guy. Emil closed his phone and sped up his pumping to a fever pitch. His orgasm lasted over ten minutes, filling her ass, his bed, the other sister with creamy hot goodness. Every muscle tingled with energy his head swimming in pleasure, jizz flowing out continuously like a massive fountain he moaned loudly in abject ecstasy.

?It?s been well over an hour! Where the hell is Emil dammit!?, Howard Bass yelled out to a fellow agent.
?He?ll be here, we got word the chopper is in sight and it?s due here in 5 minutes. Gotta watch your blood pressure chief.?, Agent Bellows replied.
?Oh screw your advice Charlie. Keep my blood pressure outta this mess.?, Bass grumbled.
The Jetranger touched down on the skyscraper?s helipad and Emil got out and gave a thumbs up to the pilot who waved before lifting off. He was late but the weather was to blame this time as it was blustery and rainy all in all poor weather for the pilot to make it on time.
He made it down to the 23rd floor where the FBI HQ was located and showed his ID before being allowed to enter. Everyone knew him so most waved him through without looking at his credentials. How many incredibly muscled blonde studs were there in the city anyhow with such a charming and disarming smile.
A number of the employees had crushes on him. He was ?White chocolate? according to Shamika Winters, a ?walking stallion? to Brenda Flowers, ?Everything and then some..? to Heather Smith, ?Stud on a stick? to Brian Walthers, ?Sweets? to Venora Jones, and so on and so forth. To say he was popular was an understatement. All his fans wished they were with him alone for ten minutes. One who did get that chance many times was petite blonde Jenny Franks, an agent herself and verrrrry horny for anything everything Emil. He gave her whatever she wanted and then some.
?Ooooh there you are Mr. Eichinger.?, Jenny stressed the word Mister.
?Agent Franks. Do you want to see my beef frank??, he grinned standing over her petite 5 foot 3 frame.
?As long as it?s between a pair of hot buns.?, she grinned grabbing his soft meat.
?Mmmmmm, keep that up for a minute and you?ll be face to face with a piping hot three footer.?, he backed her up into a quiet alcove.
?Anytime, anyplace fuck master.?, she said gently squeezing his giant nutsack.
?Oh, I?ll give it to you.?, he replied his horny meter jumping.
?Yeah, I know you will.?, she walked away patting his rock hard bubble butt.
She was a dirty girl and then some. Not only that but she enjoyed calling Emil and having torrid phone sex. He couldn?t count how many gallons of spunk his cock had spurt just hearing the dirty things she?d say over the phone. Right now he felt like ripping her clothes off and giving her a nut draining fuck quickie.
?Mr. Eichinger! Emil Eichinger!?, a voice rang out.
?Right here.?, he raised a hand.
?Would you join us please??, Howard Bass spoke out.
?What?s goin? on??, Emil asked as he entered the situation room.
?How does a freaked out 6 foot seven teenage muscle hulk who?s just taken over Eugene Oregon now renamed ?Dillon? sound??, Agent Bellows replied.
?What??, Emil frowned.
Bellows clicked on the TV to show a reporter fromCNN talking about the ?Horror in Eugene?. There were shaky camera shots of a huge insanely muscled teen causing mass mayhem. Several fires had broken out but the Fire Dept. lost all of it?s equipment and trucks to this freak who called himself Dillon. CNN would show clips from cellphone users filming smashed police cars, several dead in the streets, fire hydrants spewing water, a Chevron station completely ablaze and people running everywhere. There was an extremely disturbing clip filmed at the local ABC affiliate newsroom studio showing Dillon holding what appeared to be a someone?s head in one hand while he crushed the life out of a policeman with the other.
He then yells to someone off camera to film him so that he can make a city wide statement. His little speech which went on for 21 minutes demanded that the city bow before him as their new god, that Eugene was now called Dillon Oregon, and soon the country would be called the United States of Dillon. He ranted on and on how the people, not just in Dillon Oregon, but the world were insects compared to him and as a result of that were slaves to serve him. He added that resistance was useless but went on to say that anyone who wanted to fight would be ??dead as fuck??. He flexed while making his insane demands. Dillon showed off his unbelievably ripped body and toyed with his cock saying ? ?.all cum dumps will get some of this?.?. He finished by pointing into the camera and saying how the next 24 hours were to be ?fuckin? hellstorm of blood fuck yeah!!!? before taking the camera and impaling it apparently on his hard cock.
Agent Bellows turned off the TV and turned to Emil. Bass was seated and rubbing his temples.
?There?s more,???..a lot more which hasn?t been aired, but you get the point. You can see from the video that this little puke is shall we say superhuman. We?ve found out his name and address, uh Agent Bellows would you get that information please.?, Howard grumbled.
Bellows opened a folder showing Dillon?s relevant information. Included was a high school class portrait photo.
?As you can see Emil, his name?s Dillon Frump from Longview Washington. He was a student at Morris High School last year. Dillon Frump was an average student, had a few friends, nothing special. His parents say he became obsessed with body building during his senior year, going to the gym at all hours but ultimately giving it up because he couldn?t see many results. Right after graduation he went to Costa Rica where he stayed for one week. A friend who was with him, told us Dillon was depressed while there. This friend went on to say Dillon met an older gentleman with black hair in his 50s one night at a seaside bar. Dillon?s friend says he doesn?t know what the two were discussing but that Dillon?s attitude went from depressed to very excited. That was the last time he saw Dillon. He disappeared, only to re-appear a few days ago destroying the town of Harrisburg to the north of Eugene. ?, Bellows said.
?How the hell does a kid go from thin to??..whatever the hell that was on TV? Steroids of some kind? Whatever it is that puke?s brain is wired one way. To cause fucking insanity. This bastard has already killed more than a hundred people???..innocent people including a pregnant women. God damn freak is immune to fuckin? bullets. The police stated they poured magazine after magazine into that fucker but he just laughed. Mother fucker!?, Bass growled.
?I?ll stop him. Dillon?s never met me so??,Emil replied.
?Oh is that right? You sure he doesn?t know you? Play it.?, Bass motioned Bellows.
?This goes out to that pretty boy fuck????????you fuckin? know who you are dog! I?m gonna make you my bitch and after????that dog????.(static)??..I?ll skull fuck you prick!!! You think you?re all badass motherfucker??think you?re better than me??..I got it all???.fuck I?m a god!!!!!!! Nothin? can fuckin? stop me you twink motherfuck!!!!!!!! I got it now!!!!! (static)??..cumdump fuck!!!!!!!!!?
?Apparently he?s your number one fan.?, Bellows quipped.
?I seriously hope you can stop this freak. Because if you can?t, I?ll advise Washington to use the Army, and you know what that means.?
?You won?t stop him with tanks, rockets or bombs. Dillon will brush it off like it?s nothing and then kill everyone.?, Emil added.
?Fine we?ll nuke the prick.?, Bellows grunted.
?That won?t work either.?, Emil said.
?Oh yeah right.?, Bellows rolled his eyes.
?This little fuck have any chance, I mean a serious chance to do more damage??, Bass said.
?If he was in Washington right now???.he?d kill everyone???..and I mean everyone.?, Emil replied.
?Jesus Christ.?, Bass mumbled.
?Get me there????and I?ll stop him. I?ll kill Dillon.?, Emil said.

[iceman75]

As a longtime fan of Chip Masterson, I can see where this is going, a titanic showdown is coming up, I can't wait to see how truly strong both Emil and Dillon are, I just hope the planet isn't destroyed in their struggle.

[portamivia]

Hmmmm. Yess! Or maybe Emil gets tempted by the anything goes, kneel-in-front-of-me godhood and tries it out himself, after fucking dillon... Can't wait for another chapter.

[Funbird]

Originally Posted by iceman75

As a longtime fan of Chip Masterson, I can see where this is going, a titanic showdown is coming up, I can't wait to see how truly strong both Emil and Dillon are, I just hope the planet isn't destroyed in their struggle.

Trying to look up as many words synonymous with "epic, titanic, monstrous"...


Eugene Oregon won't be the same...........

[Funbird]

Emil vs. Dillon Cont'd

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The Gulfstream V touched down at Salem Oregon because the airport at Eugene was damaged and considered unsafe. Emil boarded an Oregon National Guard Pave Hawk and it whisked him south. With him was Agent Dent and a Oregon National Guard Major General Rivers. Gen Rivers gave both a quick briefing on the disposition of various Guard units which has the city surrounded.
?Mr. Eichinger, Agent Dent as you can see all highways in and out have been road blacked. We have triage centers set up here, here and here for the injured. We?ve gotten some horrific reports from survivors on what?s going on. The death toll is somewhere above 900 with several thousand injured. We?ve had reports of several unsuccessful massed attacks by the local citizenry against this monster. He?s beaten off every one with ease.?, the General said.
?Jesus Christ.?, Agent Dent replied while adjusting his headset.
?I?ve got four F-15s orbiting at 5,000 feet over the city. They?re armed, ready for anything. Agent Dent as I?ve been told you?ll be with a forward mechanized unti here at the Country Club. Mr. Eichinger your target is currently here in what would be downtown mopping up whomever is left. Both of you will have a direct channel with me at HQ which is located here on I-5 and Beltline Highway. Mr. Eichinger you?ll be dropped off at the University campus, that?s as close as we can get, from there you?ll be on foot.?, the General said.
?That?s fine. I?ll just head towards the noise.?, Emil replied.
?Mr. Eichinger, what are your expectations on this situation??, Rivers asked adjusting the mouthpiece of the headset.
?Well, don?t come until I say so. I don?t want anyone getting hurt. If I need help trust me I?ll ask.?, Emil nodded.
?Emil, can you seriously stop this guy??, Dent asked.
Emil just smiled in response.
?General? You may want to have a look sir.?, the helicopter pilot said.
It was past 9 o? clock in the evening and the orange red glow from the fires in Eugene could be seen. The entire city center appeared to be on fire. The airport to their left was dark no lights but the fuel farm nearby was aflame.
?Fucking hell. God damn war zone!?, Dent said craning his neck to look out the window.
?General we?ll be landing at X-Ray in 5.?, the pilot reported.
?Mr. Eichinger that?ll be your drop. Best of luck to you sir.?, he patted Emil?s massive shoulder.
The Pave Hawk swooped down and made a final turn touching down on a baseball diamond. The chopper bobbed slightly as Emil stepped off.
?Hey Pal! Get that fucker!?, the co pilot yelled out.
?Count on it!?, Emil gave him a thumbs up.
The chopper took off and flew off to the north. Emil looked around and he could hear loud booms and bangs coming from downtown. Occassionally there were flashes of bluish white light from downed power lines arcing. Smashed cars, wrecked houses and building lay to his left and right. Now and then he heard someone yelling out, not screaming but more like bellowing and saying something unintelligible. It was Dillon and he was some distance away. Emil?s boots crunched on broken glass and he saw the first victims. The bodies were mangled, never whole or complete and they all appeared to have been thrown or flung from a great distance.
Sacred Heart Hospital was ablaze. It?s parking lot was a combination war zone and smash up derby.
?Hey! Heeey! Hey man???can you help! Please bro?! My wife and a bunch of others are trapped over there! There?s a fuckin? big assed beam of concrete and shit wedged against the door. You can hear ?em bangin? on the door man. ?, a middle aged man pleaded.
?I?ll get it just stand back over there!?, Emil motioned.
?Hey?hey don?t you need help? You can?t get in there dude, I told you it?s bl??, the man stood in amazement at what he saw.
This immensely muscled blonde guy picked up the massive concrete beam with one hand as if it weighed as much as a piece of paper. He then threw the object as easily as a child strows a stick. Even the smaller chunks of rubble which could only be removed by heavy equipment were handled as if they were pebbles and twigs. This young man then ripped the warped door away with absolute ease.
?What???the?? fuck??, he remarked.
No sooner had Emil ripped the door away that those trapped began to stumble out. He helped carry those unable to walk to the far side of the parking lot.
?Hey man,??you, you saved my wife?..dude thanks,?.really my name?s Brian. Hey, hey people this is the guy that you all out.?, he motioned to Emil.
?What just you??, a woman in her 70s asked incredulously.
?I saw him lift all that rubble over there. He picked it up like it was nothing?! This dude is as strong as that other guy!?, Brian stated.
?You?re not with that other guy??.are you??, Brian?s wife asked.
?No??..no I?m not. I?m here to kill him.?, Emil replied.
They were all relieved and a few of the rescued men offered their help. They looked bedraggled, scared, dirty, and tired but they still had some fight left in them.
?No I don?t need any help. But all of you need to either head to the Country Club across the river or head south to Hobby Field. The National Guard has set up triage centers. Brian you gotta lead this group out for your own protection ok??, Emil said.
He left the group and headed north making his way up the ruins of High Street. He could hear the F-15s howling high overhead orbiting, waiting for their next order. Emil got to East Broadway and saw that half of the Professional Building appeared as if had been sliced off. In fact all the tall buildings within a few blocks radius looked as if they had been torn apart.
Emil?s boots crunched whole coffee beans underfoot as he passed a smoking ruin that used to be Full City Coffee Roasters, the smell of coffee mixed with acrid industrial material filled his nose. Just then he heard Dillon bellow out, yelling something then an enormous bang. He carefully made his forward until he finally saw the beast smashing the Hilton on E. 7th Ave.
Emil wanted to scope his target out so he cut through the Farmers Market. Careful not to make much noise.
?Foxtrot, I have the target in sight.?, Emil said in a hushed tone into his mike.
?Roger, Echo 1.?, was the reply.
Emil craned his neack and got a better look at his adversary. Dillon was huge certainly over 6? 7? as previously thought, closer to if not 7 foot tall. From top to bottom muscle appeared as if was topped with more muscle. From a distance he took on a square to rectangle like shape. He was nude with a hairy chest, and arms. Dillons waist was thick with a paunchy semi defined stomach. His legs were like two massive oaks and feet that seemed huge as if to help spread out the immense body weight. Dillons skin tone was very pale and sweaty which contrasted with his dark hair and greenish blue veins that bulged over every thick slab of muscle. The best word to describe Dillon?s physique was dense, very dense. Just by looking at him it was no wonder that bullets stood no chance of doing any damage at all. Despite this dense heavy appearance, Dillon was able to move quite easily. His enormous hands, meaty fingers made quick work of buildings, cars, buses, houses, hell just about anything. One could only imagine what he had done to people and to all those who were unlucky enough to have been caught in his grasp. Dillon went about destroying the Hilton and disappeared in the darkness.
?DILLON!!! OH, DILLON!!!?, Emil yelled out.
The crashing and banging sounds stopped suddenly. For a few seconds there was absolute quiet. The whole area bathed in a reddish glow of the fires creating a nightmarish scene. The shadows dark as ink. Then came the sound of footfalls could be heard eminating from the darkness heading towards Emil?s position. The sound of mortar, concrete and brick crumbling with each enormous step. Then the pale monstrosity walked out from the darkness and stepped onto the middle of the street. Emil could see his target standing, feet apart head and beady dark eyes slowly scanning back and forth trying to find the source of the voice. After a few minutes a smile cracked upon Dillons face.
?You?re here yo!!! I can smell you!!! About time you showed up dog!!! Come out you fuck!!!?, Dillon exclaimed.

[iceman75]

Nice! I like how you ratcheted up the suspense ending the chapter on the showdown to end all showdowns! Like your description of Dillon, looks like he has a huge height and size advantage over Emil, but that will make it all the more awesome when Emil takes his huge ass down!

[Funbird]

Emil vs. Dillon cont'd.


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?Someone?s gotta pay for what?s happened here. Goin? to get some payback on that someone, for all those who were murdered. I?m thinking that someone is you,?????.dog.?, Emil replied from the shadows.
?YEAH!!! I knew your ass was here! Come on out and face me dog! Like what I done to the place!!! WOOOO!!! This shit?s been fun!!! Now the fuckin? party can start fo? real!?
Dillon spotted someone moving in the ink black shadows across the street. He smiled, his eyes twinkled with glee.
?I?m going to be the one who turns the lights off this party. I?m here to terminate your pasty fat ass.?, Emil said.
?Hehehe???..come on out yo. I see you skulkin? around. Yeah. Hey, come on out from the shadows where I can fuckin? see you!!!!! ?Nuff of this hide ?n seek shit!!!?
Emil walked out onto the sidewalk. Now both could size each other up.
?Hahahahahaha!!!! Oh dog!!! I thought you were??.like taller n?shit!!! I?m like a foot taller!!?
?Yeah, looks like it. Also looks like your ass got short changed down below dude. ?, Emil smiled noting Dillon?s much smaller package.
?You fuckin? cum dump!!!?, Dillon tensed up.
?Can?t imagine you jizz much either, not with those peanuts you got.?, Emil smirked.
The veins in Dillon?s frame bulged noticeably. His anger level rising.
?What I got might be smaller but with fuckin? guns like these ALL the fuckin? bitches gonna cum!!!?, he posed.
?More like laugh then run from the dickless ghost.?, Emil retorted.
?That?s it laugh cocksucker. You know after I kick your ass, and make a shit load of insects around here pay, the whole fuckin? world is gonna get on their fuckin? knees giving thanks to ME their one and only god and beg ME forgiveness for praying to false gods. Anyone who says no get?s wasted. Hmmmm, maybe I?ll waste half of the world just for fuckin? fun!?
?Bet it took you all afternoon to think of that idea.?
?No. I thought of it right before I decided what to do with your fuckin? Mom and that chick of yours???what?s that bitches name??Son?.Sonia! That?s it.?
Now Emil?s anger level grew. The smile slacked off his face.
?Saw pics of both. This ol? dude showed me. I fapped to that shit!! Imagined both getting? a taste of my lollipop lookin? up at me??..oooh fuckin? yeah!!?, Dillon mimicked getting a blowjob from a woman.
Emil?s fists clenched. His blue eyes bored holes through Dillon.
?Gotta say dog. Both bitches got huge fuckin fun bags. Sonia goddamn that bitch looks like she?d tip over???..and your Mom???.oh sorry?..your mother?s breasts??.shit! She looks like she can feed half the world with those things!! Fuckin? bangin? bod too! No wonder she prances around in a fuckin? bikini??I?m gonna make her?..?, was all Dillon could get out.
Emil flew at him in a split second. A thunderclap sounded as Emil?s hammer fist struck Dillon square in the jaw, sending the hulking beast flying back two blocks before crashing into the US Post Office building with a tremendous explosion.
Agent Dent heard both. To him it sounded like two sonic booms. From his vantage point across the river he and the soldiers of a small armored recon unit looked through night vision scopes.
?Holy shit it?s on.?, a sergeant remarked.
?Delta 1 this is Foxtrot actual. Contact. I say again?contact.?, the radio operator reported to HQ.
?Roger.?, was the reply.
?Fuck, I?d love to be closer, put this shit on Youtube.?, a private said.
BOOM!!!
?Shit Goddamn!! Listen to that shit!?, another soldier remarked.
Emil struck Dillon again in the chest sending him like a bowling ball hurtling and obliterating a bar and grill across the street.
?Uhhhh???.shit?..nice one boy???now it?s my turn.?, Dillon struggled to get up shaking his massive torso of the mass of debris covering him.
?Come on fucker!?, Emil growled.
?Woooo! Gotta admit you hit like a fag.?, Dillon said as he stomped on the ground.
The resulting foot stomp created a massive shock which caught Emil off balance for a second. It was long enough for Dillon to charge and strike Emil with a gargantuan fist sending the blonde hero hurtling into the Amtrak station. The blow sounded like a broadside from a tall ship. The station exploded into thousands of pieces as Emil passed through it and ended up on the train tracks. Dillon was right behind and no sooner had Emil stopped rolling that the pale beast ripped up a length of rail. He approached Emil and began to savagely beat him until the rail was completely bent and warped from repeated strikes. Dillon then kicked Emil as if he was a soccer ball and this was a FIFA championship game which sent him flying over several blocks into a auto repair station with a incredible crash.
?Shoots, he fuckin? scores yo!!!!!!!!!?, Dillon raised his arms.
Emil slowly got to his feet. Surrounding him was the debris from what used to be A1 Radiator Service. His BDU jacket was shredded so he threw it off revealing his incomparable torso.
?How?d you like that dog!!! That was dope!!! You ready for more Dillon smack!!! Oh yeah!!!?, Dillon screamed as he flexed.
?I got your smack bud!?, Emil replied striking the giant square in the chest.
Dillon looked as if someone had sucked the air our of his giant lungs. Emil punched the pale face with a left then a right sending a few teeth flying. He then picked up Dillon and threw him three blocks through the air. His body made a resounding thud as it fell smack onto W. 6th Ave.
?Yeah that WAS dope!?, Emil ran towards the area where his prey landed.
When he got there he found the crater in the asphalt created by his nemesis? enormous weight but no sign of the beast himself. Emil walked down the street and heard a clink sound behind him. He turned suddenly only to have an enormous fuel tanker blindside him. Both he and the tanker crashed into a building causing the thousands of gallons of high octane fuel to gush out. A split second later a massive thunderous explosion engulfed the whole intersection, a ball of fire reaching hundreds of feet into the air.
?Toast! Kiss that you fuck.?, Dillon grimaced.
Emil walked out from the conflagration unscathed, his trousers burned off, his ginormous flaccid love pole swinging back and forth. His blue eyes seared with anger.
?Is that the best you can do Dillon!?? said Emil putting his hands on his hips.

[iceman75]

Oh yeah, I like where this is going, even being much smaller, Emil is hanging with this massive muscle guy, I can't wait to read more!

[Funbird]

Emil vs. Dillon Conclusion


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The pale giant became enraged. Every vein in his neck bulged, his dark eyes widened, his massive hands clenched, every muscle tensed as he rushed forward with the power of a thousand locomotives towards his prey. Emil burst forth gritting his teeth, practically clawing his way straight towards the oncoming beast. The distance between them closed in a second. The inevitable head on collision was enough to make anyone take cover for fear of what might happen when they met.
The crash between the two resulted in an explosive crack which produced an enormous shockwave. The wave spread out hitting all those within a two mile radius with an incredible jolt. The National Guard vehicles jumped, all the soldiers thought someone had dropped a massive bomb in the city.
?Jesus fucking Christ!!!?, Agent Dent yelled.
?Fuck me!!?, a corporal ducked thinking they were under attack.
?Christ!?, General Dent remarked to the explosion.
Both Emil and Dillon pummeled each other as they became entangled together. It was a nasty, no holds barred, sweaty grimy slugfest. Each gnawed, gouged, clawed at the other, trying desperately to tear at the very fabric of their being to shred, rip, practically consume the other. Sweat, and spittle flew both cursing, damning the other. Ripped, veined, shredded, tense slabs of muscle mixed together, one alabaster white the other bronzed gold.
?Fuckin? pussbag fuck!!!!?,Dillon screamed.
?Bastard pissfuck cock suckin? fucker!!!!!!?, Emil grunted.
?Die you prick!!!!!!!?, Dillon howled
?Fuck you fuck!!!!!!!!?
Emil put the other in a headlock, clawed his fingers under the giant?s chin finally penetrating the skin. With a mighty pull he separated the skin from Dillon?s head like one would do with a Halloween mask and threw the flesh aside. Dillon shrieked in pain and shock as the two became separated. Now the alabaster giant possessed a cherry red head, as the exterior flesh had been ripped away to reveal clumps of torn meat and tendon. Even his lips and ears had been removed so that Dillon truly looked a ghoulish figure to be sure, only his beady blackeyes remained staring out from reddish sockets.
?You CUNT FUCK!!!!?, Dillon screamed.
?What?s up CHERRY!!?, Emil mocked.
Dillon picked up a dump truck and wielded it as a massive hammer. Emil sidestepped the blow and yanked it from the beast?s grasp. Emil tore the truck into pieces.
?Come on Dillon can?t you fight with your fuckin? bare hands!??, he grimaced.
Dillon rushed Emil intent on finishing the fight once and for all. He was full of immense rage and wanted to erase his nemesis from absolute existence. Dillon screamed head long his massive muscled arms outstretched hands clawed the air eager to rip Emil to pieces.
Emil?s eyes flashed, he waited until Dillon was practically on top of him before performing the same maneuver as before for the dump truck. In a flash the giant was passing him and before Dillon could recover, Emil punched him just above his kidneys. His fist entered the giant?s back like a ramrod and lifted Dillon clear off his feet. Emil held him overhead for a moment, the giant screaming in pain blood gushing from his mouth before slowly lowering him near the ground. Then Emil ripped Dillons spine and skull from his frame. He flung the rest of the body aside and held the other high as an Olympian would a torch. Emil stared into the still flickering eyes of Dillon Frump conscious in this horrific state to realize he was at another?s mercy.
?I win fucker!?, he said to Dillon as he slowly crushed the skull into mash.
Emil victorious, made his way to the far side of the river the eastern sky revealing the first hints of dawn. To him the result of the fight was never in doubt. It wasn?t a matter of if he would win but how long it would take. He wondered for a second if there were more ?Dillons? out there, and if so, who was creating them.

[iceman75]

Wow! Emil left no doubt, and no chance for a Dillon comeback. That's one of the things that many authors tend to do, leave a back door in, a possibility for perhaps a return if things are right, but if the story progresses to find more "Dillons", I wouldn't mind seeing that, especially if they're stronger than Dillon and match up better with Emil. Knowing how strong Emil is for his height and relative lack of huge muscle size, I wonder what the reaction would be for someone even smaller than him to be as strong, or stronger than him. (Sort of like the whole Danny-Tetsuo saga.)

[Funbird]

I picture Emil's height about 6 foot but incredibly built for his height. Dillon stood about 7 foot.

Dillon's physique looked like slabs of muscle piled one on top of the other. I think of him being designed not for muscled beauty but purely for heavy assault like a big ugly tank.

Emil is "designed" to be highly muscled with all the musculature in all the right places in essence aesthetic beauty, but still staggeringly powerful.

Dillon's face was raw, rough, hard. Where Emil's is finer and more effeminate.

[portamivia]

Waiting for more, here. I'd like Emil to enjoy his own superstrength a little more. Maybe he could showoff a little for the army...

[Funbird]

I'm writing don't worry. Lately it's been "Fun with Tax Time" unfortunately.