A Wonderful Accident of Nature 3

[MuscleHintz]

A Wonderful Accident of Nature 3:

Deals, Plans, and Negotiations

Raj checked his e-mail. No spam, but a few messages from the President and routine updates on all the government projects. And what’s this? Raj clicked the link. He saw a strong, beautiful blond man… and behind him, a nine-foot tall Chinese musclegod.

The video was filmed in a white room, where Matt, his body unmoving, was chained to a bed. The giant was standing over him, his muscles exponentially larger than those of the blond supersoldier. The massive boy slowly flexed one of his arms. His biceps and triceps exploded, cramming into each other, trying to expand to their full, monstrous, godlike enormity. Veins decorated his paperlike skin, each one huge and pumping superpowered blood throughout the Chinese musclefreak’s impossibly powerful body. The arm stopped, achieving total flexation, and Raj gasped as he saw how puny Matt looked in comparison. The boy’s triceps could have swallowed the supersoldier’s chest whole; his biceps were larger than the blond’s waist. Then the Asian stud lifted his other arm and flexed it as well, a perfectly symmetrical weapon of mass destruction with the same prodigious size and flawless proportions as the first. He placed both arms behind his head, forcing them to, somehow, against all odds, grow even MORE insanely huge, and, slowly, started to bounce his pecs. The enormous muscle pillows danced with violent power, colliding with each other and blasting the air with the sound of thunderclaps. Then the Chinese musclegod started flexing his pecs even faster, gradually accelerating his dance to a frenzied pace, until his pecs started smashing into each other so fast that they weren’t even visible on camera any more, nothing but a blur of huge yellow muscle. The kid’s biceps got into the act too, and he started flexing them so they looked like they were just about ready to explode out of their skin, actually pushing his epidermis so hard that the veins started to pop.

Dr. Shukla stared, slackjawed, at the surging, undulating muscular body of the irresistible Chinese adolescent. The kid continued his trance for several minutes, progressively adding another muscle to his dance every minute. First his abs, then his quads, then his glutes, then his calves, until every single muscle in the boy’s anatomy seemed to be exploding in an euphoria of muscle. He rotated his naked body, allowing the camera to catch every angle, every muscle, every crevice of his frame. Raj gaped at the shape of such a flawless bubble butt, round and muscular, and the nearly spherical shape the stud’s thighs seemed to make even when unflexed. He nearly cried when he saw the boy’s calves, gorgeous balls of muscle that looked powerful enough to rival most nuclear missiles for destructive strength, and he could barely contain his orgasm when he saw the teen flex each bullet-deflecting ab individually, all twelve of them.

The kid opened his eyes. Raj had not even noticed he had closed them, so enraptured he had been with the stud’s body. The doctor’s eyes fell upon the boy’s delicate, effeminate face, a handsome smile so young and innocent that it could never be associated with such manly power that the musclegod held. The boy grinned while he flashed his beautiful eyes, an expression that – could it be called that? – looked almost ‘cute’. It was irony at its finest, a teenager, not still a child but not yet an adult, using both his adorable juvenile charm and his overwhelmingly masculine body in order to produce irresistible seduction, an image so sexy that it redefines attractiveness as the world knows it. The Chinese youth turned towards the camera and spread out his two enormous arms. Suddenly, he flexed into a most muscular and, still staring at the camera with those angelic brown eyes, winked.

Raj couldn’t control it anymore. He came, came in his suit so hard that his dick started to ache and burn, his cock unleashing juice faster than he could produce it, until his dick was dry-heaving and his body became paralyzed mid-orgasm. Frantically, he hit the pause button, the screen freezing on the Chinese boy’s stunningly attractive smirk, his eyes winking irresistibly. Each muscle was pumped up to magnitudes that seemed impossible to achieve on any human frame, that pushed the very frame of reality with their sexy size and tried entering new dimensions that hadn’t even been discovered yet. Raj whipped out his meat and wanked to the picture vigorously, masturbating himself into a frenzy.

Half an hour later, he stopped, breathing heavily. That short clip had been the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life; but it had only been part of the video. After cleaning his cocksnot off of his keyboard, Dr. Shukla unpaused the clip.

The Chinese stud stared at the camera for a few more seconds, seductive smile pasted on his flawless face (Raj yelped in pain as his dick instantly rose to full erection immediately after unloading itself). Then he laughed, and moved his arms down to his hips, resting his fingers on his ample glutes.

“You like the show, nerds?” The musclegod roared, his deep voice rumbling the table even through the speakers. “My name’s Qiang, and I’m your worst nightmare and your hottest dream. You’ve already seen what happens when you try to attack me, so don’t bother.” The boy flexed his bicep by his head and licked it; his long, powerful tongue bathed the enormous sphere of muscle sensuously, until he stopped to flash another perfect smile back at the camera. “My guns here have more firepower than your entire army combined. All you’ll be doing by continuing your pathetic resistance is wasting precious human lives. But fortunately, I’ve got a deal for you. You can submit to my power like the little bitches you are, or you can try, in vain, to defy me for a little while longer. Trust me; the latter option will be much more painful. Peace out, faggots.”

Qiang walked up towards the camera and grabbed it, tilting it up to his face. The boy winked one last time, whispering, “Good-bye,” before he crushed it in his hand. After that, the screen fizzled out.

Dr. Shukla sat still at his desk for a few seconds, contemplating. What did this mean? Qiang, the escaped Chinese muscleboy, evidently wanted to intimidate the government into submission. It should have been funny, the ridiculous dreams of a child, but unlike any other child, Qiang had the power to back his fantasy up. Could he, realistically, take over the United States government? Up until now, they had only attempted to fight with guns, and Matt, but what about nukes? Could a nuke even kill Qiang? The boy had super speed, with unimaginably quick reflexes. Raj imagined the musclegod effortlessly outrunning the gigantic mushroom cloud, leaving hundreds, possibly thousands dead in its wake. It was a risk that the President would never approve of.

And what of Matt? The video showed the soldier’s body tied to the bed, but it didn’t confirm anything about his fate. Was that his corpse? Or was he still alive, barely alive, in that mysterious room?

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Matt had been in captivity for three months. Life under Qiang’s hospitality had not been kind for the blond supersoldier. He was kept chained every hour of the day, and fed nothing, not even a glass of water.

“I’ve read your files, and apparently you can survive without getting hungry for years by shutting down your metabolism. That’s pretty cool, I must admit, so you won’t mind if my henchmen neglect to feed you. You’ll be just fine, Matty boy.”

True, Matt didn’t ‘need’ food, but having no access to any form of nutrition or physical movement was starting to have a pernicious effect on the soldier’s sanity. He frequently suffered dizziness, and was starting imagining things that weren’t there. The only time he saw anyone was in the morning, when a henchman would check to make sure he was still breathing, and at night, when Qiang would come in the room and rape him, sometimes for hours on end.

Those rapes were the most brutal hours Matt had ever experienced. The Chinese musclebeast’s yard-long cock penetrated Matt’s virgin ass ruthlessly, tearing apart the blond’s tight buttcheeks and shoving aside any organs that got in the way. Of course, Matt’s super-metabolism healed any wounds that the musclegod inflicted upon him easily, which only made Qiang fuck even more mercilessly. On good days, Qiang would violently ram his cock down Matt’s throat instead, forcing the blond to deepthroat the impossibly huge fuckshaft until Qiang felt like orgasming. He would never let Matt swallow the cum, though; instead, the boy pulled out his cock and spurted it into the air, raining down on Matt like a shower of huge ejaculate. The teen had incredible aim; even in the throes of eruption, he managed to cover every inch of Matt’s body with cum, except his mouth or face. Qiang was dedicated to starving the blond supersoldier.

The worst part, though, was the effect such isolation was having on him. Matt yearned for any sort of contact, with anybody. At first he wished for the government to send someone to save him, but after a week of his buttocks being torn apart by the monstrosity that most men called a ‘penis’, he abandoned that romantic dream. He started to think that maybe, just maybe, he could talk to some of the henchmen, even befriend them. Attempting to communicate with them only got him laughed at and spit on, however, so he dropped that idea as well. It had gotten to the point where Matt actually looked forward to being raped by Qiang; it was his only true interaction with another human being, even if that interaction involved him going through hell for upwards to six hours as the boy abused him for his own perverse sexual pleasure.

The horrid conditions were starting to have an effect on the supersoldier’s physical appearance as well. Matt prided himself on his muscles, which were always proportioned flatteringly regardless of how much or how little he ate, and his face, the flawless skin and dazzling golden hair beautiful enough to rival an angel. But his starvation, the rapes and sexual abuse, had marred his perfection. His body now sagged, like the corpse of an old man rather than that of a muscular young bodybuilder, and his skin became chapped, his hair greyed, his bewitching blue eyes losing their lustrous shine.

Occasionally, Matt managed to get bits of information from the guards. They talked vaguely about their boss’s “master plan”, a plot to conquer the nation, to subdue its peoples. But they talked fearfully, as if afraid that Qiang may overhear them, and punish them for raising their voices too loud. Matt never did learn much besides what he gathered from a few loosely connected mumblings of his guards.

Finally, one day, Matt awoke in a different room. It was a much darker chamber; the murky room looked like someone’s basement. Matt’s eyes instantly adjusted to the darkness; though malnourished, the soldier was still capable of using some of his superhuman abilities, such as outstanding vision and incredible sense of smell. The blond took in a deep breath… and snorted it back out. The room reeked of sweat, of virility and maleness. If he couldn’t see better, he would have thought he was in a very, very crowded locker room, with a couple dozen teenage athletes pumped up for a big game.

But Matt could see, and he saw that there was only one teenager, not several dozen. It was the musclebound Chinese adolescent, the freak with the enormous dick and godlike strength. He sat on the opposite end of the room, naked, flaccid cock wrapped around his powerhouse thigh, curling an oversized barbell with a single hand. The boy grunted softly, whispering “A thousand and one, a thousand and two, a thousand and three” with every agonizing rep. Testosterone radiated off of him in waves, blasting Matt’s senses with an undeniably masculine aroma that unwillingly made his dick hard. Matt stared at the musclegod for what seemed like hours, saliva dripping from his lips as he lustfully eyed the boy’s enormous, brawny yellow arms, erupting with unfathomable strength with every flex, his massive girth reaching his knees despite being completely soft. After the boy whispered “Ten thousand,” he dropped the weight on the floor, the iron sinking two feet into the cement, and turned his eyes towards Matt’s. He smiled. The supersoldier spurted cum all over himself, coating his torso with white jism, writhing in ecstasy for five whole minutes until finally his discharge slowed to just a dribble and he gasped for air, delirious.

When Matt’s regained his focus, his gaze was met with Qiang’s conceited smirk. “Glad to see you’ve finally broken,” he growled, “Gave up that stupid straight man act and submitted to your true desire. Me.” The musclegod flexed the swollen bicep proudly, and watched as it seemed to inflate to even more outrageous size than before. Matt pondered the mass of each of Qiang’s biceps; with the extent they grew to once flexed, each gun must have weighed as much as the average person, if not more.

“So I have a proposition for you,” the irresistible teen continued, “You can have another chance at life. As my slave. But you’d be more than just that; you’d be my elite slave, my second-in-command, the slave that all the other slaves bow down to. I’ll make you even more powerful than you were before. A single cell in my brain possesses the combined IQ of the entire team of scientists who created you; I could augment you to levels so incredible that you’d be unstoppable, you’d be a fucking God. You’d be like a mini version of me.”

Matt moaned irrationally. Qiang grinned.

“I’ll give you time to think about it. You have two options. You can be my helpless fuckpuppet, or you can be my personal servant. I’ll be expecting an answer by tomorrow.”

Qiang playfully stroked his huge, veiny manhood and winked at the blond soldier. Then, flexing his gargantuan back, he walked out.

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Carmella was in the midst of passionate lovemaking when her phone rang. The male escort she hired tried to pin her to the rich silk bed, but Carmella flirtatiously smacked him across the face and reached for her cell. Nobody could reach her on her mobile unless it was important; Carmella was a very busy woman, and any calls that weren’t from the most important of individuals were automatically redirected to one of her many underlings. The wealthy business magnate glanced at the screen of her cell phone; Raj Shukla. Instantly, memories flooded her; a handsome, innovative young Indian scientist, a series of undercover government experiments, projects, and developments shut down due to controversy and fear. Her voluptuous body covered only in a provocative red sheet, Carmella accepted the call.

“Shukla.” the lady rolled the name on her tongue, savoring it, “What could you possibly want from the sweet Carmella at such a late hour?”

She heard a deep breathing on the other side, as if wrecked with terror. “Carmella DeLuca. You know this is serious business.”

“Excuse me for being uninformed,” the Italian mistress giggled as her escort lay over her, pressing his meaty pecs into her nude backside, “I don’t really follow politics anymore. It’s far too much of a hassle, with all those dirty secrets lying around like landmines. In the world of business, money is the solution to everything.”

“You can throw as many bags of gold at this problem as you want, but it won’t go away. Remember the supersoldier, the blond, blue-eyed one?”

Carmella groaned as a strong pair of hands grabbed her busty hips from behind and stroked them. “I remember him well. He was a beautiful man, as phenomenal in the bedroom as he was on the battlefield.”

“We sent him on a mission, an operation to take down a… revolution, I suppose you could call it, in Illinois. Except it’s more of a one-man revolution, and it’s actually growing. Every attempt to halt its expansion has been met with defeat, and worst of all, we can’t even record anything that’s happening in there.”

The mogul licked her lips as the escort flipped her over, and she felt his heavy sex weapon, which was growing as well. “Ah, the ‘Black Hole Revolution’. I’ve heard of it, though to be honest I never took it seriously.”

“It’s very serious, Carmella. A man, well, an adolescent really, managed to take over a small town with nothing more than his physical strength. That was three months ago. His domain has spread rapidly since then; he’s conquered the entire state. Matt went in to stop it, but he has yet to return. We’ve succeeded in keeping the public from realizing anything up until now by subtly blocking off all forms of interstate transportation and trade into Illinois, but it’s only a matter of time before people start questioning. The government has done everything within its power to stop the expansion; we are requesting that private corporations help us now. That’s why we contacted you.”

Carmella licked her lips as she jerked back and forth on the escort’s sizable cock. “You’re telling me only half the truth, Raj. I’ll find out the rest of it, have no doubt of that.”

“I’d rather you not hear it from my lips, Ms. DeLuca. You wouldn’t believe your ears if you did.”

The Italian tycoon smiled, “Don’t worry, Raj. I’ll do what I can do.” Then she hung up.

The escort nuzzled her breasts, massaging the lady’s flesh with expert hands. Carmella moaned in his grip. She was a wealthy woman with many desires, one of which was hot, muscular young men. She enjoyed renting out studs to have sex with, and had a personal pimp that sent her a new man every night. If she liked the boy enough, Carmella would give him a tip, usually in excess of $1000. She had never been a thrifty woman, whether in business or in pleasure.

“What’s your name, big boy?” Carmella slid her arms around the escort’s torso, admiring the hardness of his 8-pack abs.

“Stian Skar,” the Canadian muscleboy responded, “You like my muscles? I’m only 19 years old but I have a lot of mass.”

“Mmhm,” the Italian nodded, “I like you a lot, stud. I like you so much I could cover your body in my lipstick. Your biceps are as big as they get.”

In truth, Carmella was not too impressed with the size of Stian’s body, though it was pretty large at what she guessed was 210lbs. What she liked was the escort’s rippling low body fat, his handsome young face, his abundant cock, and his naughty behavior. This was a bad boy that turned her on. She was sure to give him an extra juicy tip, but not yet.

“Truth is, sweetheart, I’ve got somewhere I need to go to right now. But I really like you.” She reached down and lazily scratched the boy’s muscled glutes, “Go and tell your boss that I’m busy, and that he should send you back tomorrow night. Here, take a few Benjamins with you as well.” Carmella dug in her purse and pulled out a handful of $100 bills. Stian looked at them in awe; he had clearly not been educated on what a powerful woman Carmella was. Carmella kissed him one last time before sending the escort off.

As soon as he shut the door, Carmella DeLuca went straight to business. She was an old friend of Raj, a businesswoman who had funded many of the government’s lesser known projects. That was years ago, but she still had many influential contacts that could tell her anything she needed to know about Washington’s darkest secrets.

A few e-mails later, Carmella had a library of knowledge on the state’s latest research and developments. She browsed them, flicking through dozens of documents until she saw one that looked interesting.

“A giant found in the Chinese interior, taken for research, measuring at nine feet tall and 826 pounds… the hell? A twenty-seven inch waist… reflexes and agility greater than any other known animal… capable of curling an eight-ton barbell with one hand… it’s like some sort of stupid hoax.” A picture of the Asian behemoth’s face loaded up on the screen. “What the fuck? He looks like he’s fourteen, maybe sixteen tops. What kind of freak of nature is this kid?”

She scanned through a few more files, reading up on the various statistics the scientists had gathered about the kid. They were all so unbelievable… but Raj was not the kind of man to pull a prank. Then she stumbled across an e-mail, one sent to Dr. Shukla from somebody called “Qiang.” Carmella opened it, and downloaded the attachment. It was a video. Her face whitened. On the monitor was a strong, beautiful blond man… and behind him, a nine-foot tall Chinese musclegod.

[iceman75]

Really awesome, I loved this chapter for a lot of different reasons, I loved the beginning, seeing the video and Raj's reaction to it, I'm sure had I witnessed it, I'd probably have much the same reaction, and I'm a straight guy who likes shorter women, but who can resist that level of physical perfection? Then we get to see what Matt has been up to in his captivity, and it seems like he likes what he saw out of Qiang just as much as Raj did. I'd take his deal, but maybe Matt wouldn't mind being a fuck puppet to the most powerful human being in existence (so far, at least) And finally, we get a new character, Carmella, I wonder exactly what her purpose in this adventure will be? I'm pretty sure we know what her reaction to seeing Qiang's video will be, though, gay or straight, man or woman, Qiang is sort of like KAZ's Bill, there's just no preparations you can make when you come across pure physical perfection. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to more, this whole series has been right up my alley.

[I<3Muscles]

Pretty great story! I just gave it a five star rating.

I like the development of multiple characters. How will they fare in the next episode? Only time will tell.

You are continuing this, right?

[philat99]

Fascinating reading! You really have me wondering where this is going!!!

[I<3Muscles]

Are we getting another installment to this awesome series?

Give us a New Years gift, musclehintz!

[MuscleHintz]

Originally Posted by I<3Muscles

Are we getting another installment to this awesome series?

Give us a New Years gift, musclehintz!

I'm so sorry I haven't had time to make another addition to this series. I just finished making some neccesary revisions to this chapter in order to fix bad typos and clear up some of the awkward phrasing, since I posted this chapter as soon as I had completed it. If you would like me to make more chapters, why not give me ideas in the mean time? I'll take everything you say into consideration whenever I get time to write the next chapter to this story.

[iceman75]

Well, I guess maybe the story that was written by sexyactionnick, Magnum Opus, is probably still playing in my head, but I'm guessing the story is going to eventually lead to Qiang eventually trying to take over the US and maybe then the World, but I think he would go about it a bit differently than his character did. Qiang is such a genius that I'm sure he could run circles around Stephen Hawking mentally, so he'd put together a strategy that would effectively humiliate the Government of the US, while at the same time turning on the people of the United States with his body and strength. I don't doubt he has the physical power to do whatever he wants to, including tearing apart a tank, but as smart as he is, I don't think he would want to exert the effort when he can find other ways to do it. I'm guessing also, based on the story and the video from the last story, Matt may be under his power, but that may not be a bad thing. I'm guessing there's other supers in this World, like I said in my last comment, so introducing someone who is stronger than Matt, and could be close to as strong as Qiang, could be a way to go. The female financier introduced at the last part of the story could have a hand in recruiting him. No matter what happens, though, I can only hope that we get more examples of Qiang's incredible muscles and strength in detail.

[I<3Muscles]

As for me, what I would like to see:

-More of Matt! I love his character, I want to see him accept Qiang's deal and become his "apprentice" in muscle.

-More interaction between Raj and Carmella. Who are they, and what was the past that they shared?

-Give us new perspectives to look at Qiang through. Give us the POV of one of the civillians from a town he takes over, or maybe he has a favorite slave (male or female) in which his relationship is a bit more intimate. I want to see the Chinese bad boy from different angles

I think these things would be awesome to see in future chapters.

Whenever you get time, f course.