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Break and Enter Hi all, I'm not very active on this board at the moment but I want to try to change that. I'm a big muscle/strength fan. I've been lying here in bed with a boner trying to sleep but this fantasy/story keeps rolling around in my head so I decided to write it down. It's my first one and it's quite rough. In fact I think the past tense changes to present tense in places. But I'd appreciate feedback. ![]() Here goes... Last edited by WolfInSpace; February 4th, 2012 at 08:18 AM. |
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"Break and Enter" Ben heaves bolt-upright in bed at 2:04 am on a Monday, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Driving rain against the window is overpowered by the sound of his heartbeat. His pulse is strong and quick; he feels every drop of his blood course through his tense muscles. He sports a very impressive semi-erection under his boxers, and his hard nipples slide up and down underneath the tight white nightshirt. He is a very good looking young man, he'd always been told. "Model material," his girlfriend had put it. His masculine jawline, clenched tight at this moment, has always been an eye-catcher for the ladies. He pulls the sheets away from his soaked torso and swings his feet out of bed. His muscular 6'2" frame rises to full height as the bed groans, as if sighing in relief. He knows what he has to do. His heavy footsteps catch his attention momentarily, as if he is sleepwalking, but his urges are far too strong to be overridden by rational thought. Ben catches a glimpse of his primal eyes in the mirror as he reaches for his car keys, wrenches open the front door and steps out into the heavy rain. His driving erratic, all he can think about is getting to his destination. Swerving across lanes, his fully erect 9.5-inch cock is poking out the top of his designer underwear, the thick shaft perfectly outlined by the fabric. Moisture seeps from the head of his penis as he plants his foot, speeding faster down the road. His breathing rapid, he fondles himself through his shorts. Outside Westall Bank his pickup comes to a screetching halt. He swings the car door open, leaps out and begins marching with purpose toward the glass doors of the branch. The town centre is completely deserted except for this ranging hunk of a man, striding through the downpour. His rain and sweat soaked clothing exudes a musk which is clearly recognizable as the scent of the alpha male. The street lights cast shadows against his tight shorts and the ranging manhood within, powerful torso, chest and arms. Clinging to his body, his wet top leaves nothing to the imagination; outlines of his bulging pecs and ripped abdominals are well defined as he struts across the road. Just as he is about to hit the door, he stops. His eyes slowly lower to the lock. Swiftly, he jabs his hard elbow, smashing the glass and setting wails of the security alarm going into the night. Reaching in, he swivels the lock, pushes open the door and walks in. He breathes the fresh air now streaming through the broken window and flares his nostrils. Ben has spotted his destination: the vault. His strong legs march him left, past the teller windows to the huge metal door. Again, just before smashing into the door he stops. Standing an inch from the door, his head lowered but eyes forward, his breathing is still as deep and primal as it was at the house. He leans forward and presses the outline of his cock and upper body against the door to feel its coolness. His heart thuds faster and his cock jumps to full attention again. Nostrils flared, he steps back to analyse the door. A keypad blinks on the right-hand side of a large heavy vault door, barred with two beams of steel passing through a giant rotor wheel. He smirks -- he knows this to be no match for his powerful physique. His solid right shoulder crunches the keypad, making it crack and buzz as its circuits short out, being driven into the wall by force. Next, his chest and biceps primed, he reaches for the large metal wheel. Grabbing either side, his arms lengthen slightly and biceps begin to bulge. The sleeves can barely contain the stud's arms as they flex and strengthen. His pecs, tight and steely, also make his shirt strain. He grunts a loud gutteral enjoyment as he continues to flex, bending and twisting with all his might. The vault's mechanical locking mechanism grinds and squeels for mercy against the immense power of Ben's arms and chest. The steel begins to turn white and buckle. Ben smirks and grunts again, louder this time, his cock bouncing with pleasure; the feeling of raw strength coursing through his body. The protective beams and locking wheel, now mangled and bent from Ben's powerful strength, fail to stop the young man from entering the vault. His powerful leg kicks the heavy door, almost off its hinges, into the vault room. Now inside, he rips open the flimsy covering of box 229, and grasps eagerly at the large container within. Almost laughing, he pulls down his shorts over his pumped legs, his steely pecs and arms still heaving with his breath. The gorgeous thickness of his manhood stands proud, dripping with excitement, as he takes it in his left hand and begins to stroke. Grunting and moaning, his hips thrust back and forth into his hand. Ben's eyes roll into the back of his head and his beautiful physique tenses as wave after wave of sperm shoot into the container. The radio clicks on at 9:15 and Ben awakes with a start. "Shit!" Jumping up, he dashes for the shower. He'd better stop those late-night drinking sessions with the boys. He's a professional now, he thinks, as he launches himself into his suit. He rushes around, all too busy to hear the news reporter's top story. "Bank break-in baffles local police." Last edited by WolfInSpace; February 4th, 2012 at 08:17 AM. |
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dickasauras (February 4th, 2013), manlion (February 2nd, 2013), parabola56 (February 2nd, 2013), skumbum (February 2nd, 2013), wrestlejock646 (February 2nd, 2013), Wynfrith (February 4th, 2013) |
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Don't be afraid to say if you like it. ![]() |
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I liked it a lot! Now when do we found out what the deal is with box 229? |
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Also, is he never aware that he does these amazing things, and does his girlfriend ever get to watch? :-) |
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Thanks! I will have to write some more and turn it into a story arc. |
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In this story neither Ben nor his girlfriend are aware, but that may change in future installments. |
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What a STUDly way to make a deposit! Yeah I liked it, but would request a bit more description of him muscling around the steel. ![]() |
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Your writing syle is quite good, definitely better than average. |
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I love it until this far. Would lovvee more! |
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Very good beginning. Can't wait to hear for more. __________________ If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared? (Nicolo Machiavelli) Especially when in the gym. |
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If anyone is wondering, the inspiration for this story came from the very first episode of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I just thought it'd be hotter if a flesh and blood beefcake ripped apart the safe door instead of a robot. ![]() |
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LMAO that's a funny reason to write a story, but I guess anything can be a muse - even a boner. huhuhuhuhu Nice story so far, it's really well written too. |
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I guess this isn't so much about muscle growth as strength. I think we need a strength section on the forum! ![]() |
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It's a great story-not enough stories here about the superhuman strength behind the big muscles!! It always helps too if you describe weight proportions too-ALOT of guys always miss the mark here when it comes to that!! Keep up the excellent story!! |
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Hi guys, Glad you like it! I get off on strength stories, as you might have guessed. I would love to move this story in a different direction, maybe make it a community-developed story? If you'd like to add some additional explanations of how Ben muscled his way into the vault, or what his stats are, I'd love to hear (and fantasize ![]() |
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