The Mentor: Part 14 -- Saturday continued

[Corwin]

After much delay: the last part is way back here if anyone remembers: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=3288

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Mark knew something was wrong when he saw Clint's SUV parked in front
of his house. He ran in front of Chris and saw the doorway demolished
as if a gorilla had barrelled through.

"Mark, wait," yelled Chris, "here's my cell. I'll call the police!"

"No fucking police can help here," Mark said. "Those wimps don't have
half the muscle necessary to stop the guy who did this." Mark stepped
through the doorway and heard voices upstairs.

"You got my formula, I got yours." It was Clint's voice.

"Fuck!" said Mark, running toward the kitchen. He grabbed several
vials from the freezer. Picking up a syringe, he emptied every vial
and injected himself frantically.

"What are you doing?" asked Chris, alarmed. "That much roids can kill you!"

"Not roids," said Mark, throwing the empty syringe and vials into the
trash. "Time to rock 'n roll," he said, bounding up the stairs.

When he got to the room, he saw Clint lying on the bed. His massive
back blocked most of Mark's view, but he saw two legs pressed against
the wall, held by Clint's arms and struggling to break free from .
The legs looked so thin compared to Clint's powerful arms, yet he
recognized them as Jim's. Jim's powerful wheels seemed no match for
Clint. Clint was bobbing up and down, rubbing against Jim. "Let!
Him! Go!" Mark demanded.

"Mark," Jim cried. "Don't get involved!"

Clint didn't respond, but kept rubbing his cock against Jim's butt.

"I said to let him go asshole," Mark repeated angrily, taking a step forward.

"Mark," Clint said, his voice low and gentle, "this doesn't concern
you. Your sister asked me to stop by and pick you up. She wants you
home now, so you go pack like a good little boy while I show Jim what
a real man can do!"

Mark marched toward Clint, reached out, and grabbed the man by his
waist. Mark was amazed at the hardness of Clint's body, rock-hard
muscle covered by warm, smooth skin and no fat. Mark pulled hard,
determined to force Clint away from Jim. Clint didn't move at all.
Mark pulled, but finally let go and took a step back.

"I said to start packing boy!" Clint snarled. "I got business here
with Jim that doesn't concern you." For the first time, Clint turned
his head and looked at Mark. "Now go!" he ordered with a tone that
demanded compliance.

Mark didn't move, but stared at Clint, utter contempt in his eyes.
From the doorway, he heard Chris gasp, "Holy shit!"

Clint's eyes darted to the door and he smiled. "You have a little
friend, eh boy? Well, why don't the two of you go out and play. I'd
hate to have your friend see me spank you for being bad," Clint
chided.

Mark scowled. He raised his hand and as hard as he could, he smacked
his open palm across Clint's bare ass. There was a sound like
lightning striking as his hand hit. Mark's face showed the pain at
having hit Clint's unflexed glutes, whose steely hardness deflected
the powerful smack without even moving. Mark's hand hurt, and Clint
just laughed.

"Was that suppose to do something?" Clint hissed.

"Mark, really, I don't wa..." Jim started.

"Shut up, wimp," Clint said angrily. "I can deal with this boy!"

"Think so," Mark said, flexing his chest.

Clint placed one hand on Jim's chest, and raised himself. Turning,
Clint grabbed Mark's shirt and pulled him close. Jim started to sit
up, but with his free hand, Clint slammed him back to the bed. Mark
reached for Clint's arm, trying to free himself. Jim did the same,
but Clint held both men fast.

"Kid," Clint said, "I'm way stronger than Jim. Way more of a man, in
every way. You don't want to take me on."

Mark continued to struggle, then stopped. He looked into Clint's
eyes. "Yes I do," he asserted. Turning to look at Jim, Mark's eyes
softened, then hardened again as he looked at Clint. "And you'll need
to be stronger than Jim to take me on," he said, reaching to where
Clint was grabbing his shirt. Pulling, he ripped the shirt off,
revealing his powerful pecs and ripped abs. He pulled the ragged
shirt off his cannonball shoulders to reveal his thick arms. "Jim may
have helped me get this perfect body, but I'm a growing boy and I
already out muscled him. Now it's time for me to out-muscle you."

Clint laughed the type of belly laugh of someone who has just heard
the funniest joke of all time. "Kid," he said, trying to catch his
breath, "Superman and the Hulk combined couldn't out muscle me." He
raised a bicep and moved it slowly to his face, rubbing his cheek
lovingly against it then turning to lick it then kiss it. "You still
lift'n weights?" he asked quizzically.

"I lift heavy," Mark replied.

"Ya, I did that, until the weights weren't heavy enough anymore.
These muscles just got too fuckin' strong. Finally figured out that
the only way to make them bigger and stronger was to pit them against
something just as strong -- themselves. Good thing I'm an engineer.
Had to devise pulley's and hydraulics and shit. Most of the shit was
muscles against these redwoods," Clint said, flexing his legs into a
river of flowing muscle. "Your puny weights aren't nothing compared
to me."

Mark kicked hard at Clint's thigh, trying to surprise the man so he
could break away. Nothing happened.

"You just don't get it, do you?" said Clint, pulling Mark close to him. "I could squash you like a big," he said, wrapping his hand behind Mark's head and pressing it into his pecs.

Clint flexed, and Mark felt like his skull was inside a nut cracker.
He clawed desperately at Clint's titanium-hard chest, frantically
trying to free himself.

"I could crush you like a grape," Clint bragged, flexing a bit harder
to make his point.

For the first time, Mark began to panic. With all his might, he
pressed into Clint's boulder-like pecs. He felt the massive muscle
vibrate at Clint laughed at his feeble attempt. Mark's anger at this
humiliation and his panic fueled his strength. With a massive push,
he felt his hands push into Clint's powerful pectorals, and his head
pop free.

Mark was breathing heavily, and he rubbed his cheek bones which had
been pressed hard by Clint's powerful muscles. Jim noticed a look of
surprise on Clint's face that Mark had actually been able to free
himself, but that quickly faded.

"That's pretty good, kid," said Clint. "Looks like you got some
muscle going on there, but it's not enough. Clint raised his arm, and
flexed. His thick arm grew bigger, a massive bicep raising above a
huge tricep. Clint smiled, and flexed a bit harder, causing thick
fiberous striations to become visible in the impressive muscle head.
"This one arm is stronger than you and little Jimmy here. Come on,"
he said, a twinkle in his eye, "try and unflex this boulder." Clint
ran his free arm over the huge peak, then lifted it to his mouth and
kissed it.

"Think a lot of yourself, don't you?" Mark asked, regaining his
composure. He stood erect, expanded his chest and crossed his arms.
"Well I don't."

"Boy," Clint snarled, "you don't want to feel the full brunt of my
power, and you will if you don't get your ass in gear. You think
you're tough, and that's real cute. I'm sure that's one of the things
Jim here likes about you. But you ain't nothing but an ant compared
to my muscle. I'm offering you a nice safe way to prove it to you.
Just try and move this arm." Clint flexed his arm still harder,
causing the river of veins to pulse just below the skin. Without
moving his arm, he unclenched his fist and waved his fingers in
come-hether dare.

"I'll fuck'n rip that arm of your off," Mark said, maybe a little less
assuredly than he'd like. He reached a single arm up and grabbed
Clint's wrist.

"Better use two hands," Clint said with a smile.

Mark scowled. He grabbed Clint's arm with both hands and tried to
pull it down. Mark's forearms thickened as he pressed his fingers
around Clint's wrist. His lats flared as he put more and more power
into moving Clint's arm. Mark's own arms pumped, and he felt the
juice flowing through his veins. He felt strong. He KNEW he was
strong.

Clint's arm didn't move.

Mark redoubled his efforts. He felt his quads swelling in his shorts
as he pulled with his legs. His abs crunched tight, turning his body
into a muscle spring, his power concentrated on moving Clint's
unmovable arm. He pressed hard with his legs. He felt stronger than
he ever had before.

Clint smiled at Mark, but still, his mighty arm held fast. "Try
harder," he said. Grinning to Chris, who was standing doe-eyed in the
doorway, he said, "Come over here and feel some real muscle."

Chris moved close and put his arm on Clint's bicep. "Oh fuck," he
said, feeling how hard and strong it was. He touched Mark's
struggling arms, comparing them to Clint's. "Shit man," he said, a
visible bulge growing in his pants. Clint laughed.

Mark let out a primal yell. He put all his muscle into pulling on
the arm. He began to rock, jerking Clint's arm. It moved slightly,
and Clint frowned a bit before flexing harder. Again, Clint's arm
became immoveable, but Clint was a bit less cocky than he had been.

Mark pulled harder. He felt his muscles begin to cramp at the
exertion. He was covered in sweat, working harder than he ever had
before. His arms were shaking as he tried desperately to move the man's arm.

"You said you were stronger than both of us," said Jim, recovered
enough to move. He pushed Chris aside and grabbed Clint's arm with
Mark. Together they pulled.

Chris watched as Jim's body flexed. He compared the three mass
monsters. Even though he was no slouch himself, he felt very small.
His arms were twigs compared to these men. Jim was huge, but compared
to Mark, he looked small and compared to Clint, he was absolutely
puny. But what really amazed Chris was Mark. He knew Mark was big,
but he looked huge now. Smaller than Clint, but it seemed like not by
much.

Clint now had a determined look on his face. His arm was flexed hard,
the veins pumping fast. His face was turning red, and his arm was
beginning to shake.

"Chris, help us!" Mark said.

Chris came over, feeling the heat of the men's bodies. He was so much
smaller than them, but he applied his muscle to theirs. Clint's
immoveable arm began to move. Slowly at first. It moved down, then
Clint fought back, pulling it up. His bicep bulged huge, and his
cannonball delts were ripped into three distinct heads. Looking down
Clint's arm, Chris imagined a mountain range trailing off into
foothills of his delts and traps.

After about a minute, Clint's arm jerked down a bit. Clint was
breathing heavy, and grunted, but was unable to regain his position.
His arm moved down to a 60 degree angle, then 45, then 30. Slowly,
the three men managed to straighten it.

Clint tried to pull away, but Mark held tight. "Thought you were so
strong. I'm getting way stronger than you'll ever be."

"Took three of you to beat me," said Clint, anger in his eyes of being
defeated.

"Ya, but we did, and I'm not going anywhere," said Mark.

"Your sister will never agree," said Clint, trying to free his arm.

"Tell her to come back in one month. Then, it will be just you
against me. If I beat you, I go and stay where ever I want. If you
win then, I'll go with you." To make his point, Mark pulled on
Clint's arm, helped by Jim and Chris. Clint lunged forward, taken by
surprise.

Clint growled. "I'll give it to you kid. You're damn cocky. OK.
One month."

The three men let Clint go. He grabbed his clothes and walked out.
As he stepped out of the house, Jen pulled up.

"Where's Mark?" she asked.

"He's not coming." Clint said, pushing past her.

"What? Why?"

"He's staying here for one more month. Then he's coming home. I'll
tell you about it later. Now, I gotta get to the gym and train."
Under his breath he muttered, "No one or even fucking three will be
stronger than me."

[mlbjock]

Awesome Corwin! I've been looking forward to this for a long time!

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by mlbjock

Awesome Corwin! I've been looking forward to this for a long time!

Sorry. One of my problems, other than being extremely busy, was that I wanted to end the story with this chapter. But Clint was just too strong, so I decided it needed another chapter for a final show down.

I also have been working on a second story. It's a vanity piece, so to speak, about a reader of the forum. He and I have been sharing it back and forth, him giving me guidance and me writing the prose. It's great to have a real life, 295 man (all muscle) as an inspiration for a story. That one will be posted after the next chapter of Mentor.

Stay tuned and thanks for your patience.

[sexiscriptor]

busy, man? i know the pain of that...well, write when you can, and we'll still love it. One thing you've got going for you Corwin is that you're a great writer, no matter how busy ;p

[Kymuscleboy]

Oh Corwin,

I've been waiting for what seems like an eternity for this chapter, but you made it worth the wait! I'm glad to hear that another part is on the way, as I thought it would be a big leap for Mark to be able to beat Clint in this chapter (of course you may have Clint being the ultimate victor). I can't wait for the next installment to see what happens.

I know this isn't a political board, but I hope things are going well in your efforts to defeat Santorum. One would think it wouldn't even be a challenge, but living in Kentucky, I've seen first hand how a super conservative, border line crazy man can win reelection (Jim Bunning).

Finally, are you going to share the name of the member who is the inspiration for your upcoming story? I'd love to know who's actually managed to achieve that kind of success. It is very inspirational.

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by Kymuscleboy

Oh Corwin,

I've been waiting for what seems like an eternity for this chapter, but you made it worth the wait! I'm glad to hear that another part is on the way, as I thought it would be a big leap for Mark to be able to beat Clint in this chapter (of course you may have Clint being the ultimate victor). I can't wait for the next installment to see what happens.

THANKS!

Originally Posted by Kymuscleboy

I know this isn't a political board, but I hope things are going well in your efforts to defeat Santorum. One would think it wouldn't even be a challenge, but living in Kentucky, I've seen first hand how a super conservative, border line crazy man can win reelection (Jim Bunning).

Well, I think I've made my affiliations pretty well known here. Yes, I am a board member of the ACLU of PA (non-partisan) and (partisan) a national board member of Stonewall Democrats. What is taking up the most time right now is the National Stonewall Convention in Pittsburgh in June. Luckily, being a horny gay boy, I still need some outlet, so hopefully I can finish this story off soon.

Originally Posted by Kymuscleboy

Finally, are you going to share the name of the member who is the inspiration for your upcoming story? I'd love to know who's actually managed to achieve that kind of success. It is very inspirational.

Yes, this guy is very inspriational, as are any number of folk on this board. I've noticed one friend seems to have bulked up to 250+ recently (and moved to connecticut, but I guess everything has its drawbacks :-) ), but it is up to them to out themselves as the case may be.

More stories coming as soon as I can. I promise.

Scott

[skumbum]

bump......

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by skumbum

bump......

OK, I wrote myself into a corner... I admit it... I'm in the midst of a major life change, but I will finish these stories... I promise...

[skumbum]

Originally Posted by Corwin

OK, I wrote myself into a corner... I admit it... I'm in the midst of a major life change, but I will finish these stories... I promise...

No prob; you do what you need to do, and we'll still be here.

[nypup2train]

Originally Posted by skumbum

No prob; you do what you need to do, and we'll still be here.

...No matter how hard you try and shut us out, even if you beg and plead for us to leave you alone... we'll always be right here. You can't escape us!

(I'm told this is the basic gist of the experience commonly callled "being loved". If you ask me, it doesn't sound all that hot.)

Anyway, good luck with the whole Real Life(tm) thing, Corwin. Hope it all works out for the best. Don't forget us poor schmucks who don't have one, and long to live vicariously through your writings!

[vlad]

yeah, it's good to just hear from you Corwin, I was starting to get worried...firstly, if you're doing ok in real life, and secondly, worried that you leaving us hanging on your stories (I'm still waiting on more of the Mike Gets Huge saga). We wish you the best!

[skumbum]

Better finish up!

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by skumbum

Better finish up!

I should conduct a poll -- this one (which you are right, is a bit overdue), Mike Gets Huge, or Tank. Of course, with Tank, the inspiration might have some thoughts about finishing his story...

:-)

To be honest, with this one, I kinda wrote myself into a corner, but I'll get back to it.

[growinmuscl]

This one.

[Ultra GMan]

Hear, hear!

[vlad]

Mike Gets Huge gets my vote, for sure, both to see what happens in the story to hear more hot feats of strength.

[droz]

Corwin,

when can we see the the final chapter of this story?

Would love to see a bit more of Jen's reactions to Clint getting bigger and stronger.

[Corwin]

Originally Posted by droz

Corwin,

when can we see the the final chapter of this story?

Would love to see a bit more of Jen's reactions to Clint getting bigger and stronger.

I wrote myself into a corner, but I promise to get back to it. The schedule currently is:
a one off I'm in the middle of for the superman group
Tank (I may finish Tank first)
Mentor
Brawn

I'm also starting a collaboration with another author on a story that I started and never finished, so....

Oh, and people want another Mike Gets Huge chapter.

[growinmuscl]

Look forward to the continuation of the Mentor story!!!! Thanks for all your creative efforts. Know that they are appreciated!

[skumbum]

bump .

[droz]

Corwin,


We need the final chapter(s)!

Any idea of when we can see them?

[Corwin]

One chapter is written and I started the next, but didn't like it so I will have to redo it. I really want to write it all before I post it.