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I'm just wondering if any of these stories will ever be completed:

Muscle Worship by piotrpjs
Weremuscle by unstud
My Awakening by John D.
Army Experiment by ushersdick
Unstoppable by Richard Jasper
The Power of Worship by BGryphon18
Muscle Boy by rockhardmuscle1
Little Brother by magusfan
Destiny Rewound by Clarence591

I like all of them and was hoping they would be completed. I don't want to sound pushy but I really am eager to read more of each story.

Does anybody have chapters 1 and 3 of Master and Slaves by John D? Or chapter 11 of Ten Big Indians by John D?

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Well, I didn't know there were so many chapters of Ten Big Indians?

I have only until chapter 7 (Not By A Longshot)...the last sentence I have is "It was an amazing and wonderful experience for both of them ? and now it was over."

Could someone send me the other parts? or link? Thanks a lot!
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[COLOR=#000000]Part 11 is called The Show Must Go On. If anyone has it please post it. Thanks.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Part 8: The Four Hundred Club[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike left a note for Spike taped to the gym door letting him know about Chen and Steve. Spike felt a terrible pang of sorrow as he thought of his missed opportunity with Steve's perfect ass. To have possessed that marvelous butt for just one evening may have been worth the cost. But, no, he had a higher goal. The way he now looked, there would be a lot of sweet asses that would be his. Over time in his line of work, God knows that he sure had gotten to interview a lot of prime beef looking for extra work or for summer employment. That was one of his favorite parts of his construction job. If it didn't just walk into his office seeking a job, it was all over on the jobs that he worked. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]If he won this little contest ? no, when he won ? he would have virtually unlimited access to the best muscle stud-ass around. He could see himself now walking through a site overseeing all those tight, sweaty, shirtless bodies. Picking only the finest from among them to serve as his own special assistant. Hell, he could pick a different one each week and they would be lining up, drooling and fawning over him, to have the chance just to be with him and experience his magnificent muscle and special cock. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Yep, his time would come and none to soon. Funny how with each additional dose, the money had become less important and the stud opportunities had become more so. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He could dream of that later tonight. It was workout time again. Pity about Chen and, especially about Steve. Who knows, maybe back on the mainland, he could find Steve and have him be his first special assistant on his first big new job. Now, that was worth dreaming about tonight! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The note left by Mike had outlined a second daily workout option for each of them. Good, he liked split workouts and, maybe this chance to get back into them would help him catch up to these other three muscle studs After all, they were getting more dosage than he was, so he had to work harder than them. Having started out a full 25 pounds heavier than Dan meant that Dan was now only about 25 pounds ahead of Spike's solid 300 pounds. But it was 25 pounds that Spike wished was his to have. He turned to view the image before him in the mirror. He sure did like what he was seeing these days and he knew those workers back on the mainland would like it just as much and want it all the more. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]His 6'-1" frame now filled out with 23 ?" arms and a wide 58" chest. His abs formed a fully-etched eight-pack without any crunching or extraordinary exertion. Each individual stomach muscle bowed out higher and fuller than the one below it as they sat on a perfectly taught 30" waist. All this was accentuated and encased in deeply a carved obliques girdle. A big wedge of the top of each front leg was no longer visible behind the base of the wedge of what Spike called his dick. He carried the same burden of perpetual hardness as the others. The top of his cock moved in a slightly upward straight line which was broken only briefly by the bulging ridge of his cock head. At the flair around the crown, the head of his cock was about 3" across and the same up and down. The underbelly of his cock moved back to his balls at a much steeper angle than the top of his dick. Even just standing here in front of the mirror only a few feet away from it, he could still see the entire underbelly of his meat because of the angle at which it moved back, always increasing in girth along the 13" length to each of his orange sized balls. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The base of his cock was so wide and so thick that his balls, in spite of their large size, were completely screened from view as he looked straight down from over his bulging chest. This wedge of meat had lost none of the unique shape that had given him his nickname in high school. Then it was a dirty joke; full of embarrassment and ridicule. Now, he bet that most of those who boys, even the ones who alleged to be "totally straight", would be lining up to get a good taste of his "spike". Now, more than ever, it matched its name. When he dared to touch it, which wasn't too often anymore, he was still astonished at how absolutely rigid it was. Maybe "wedge" would be a better name. If he drove this thing into some guy's begging ass now, it might be just as likely that the guy would be split in half like a log being split for firewood. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick and Dan had finally elected to work out separately. Dan had left Rick a note in the bathroom this morning letting him know, as gently as he could, that it was becoming almost impossible for him to resist Rick's still growing beauty. Dan sincerely believed that any opportunity to be left alone together would not be healthy for either of them in their individual quests for ultimate victory. He tried very carefully to avoid any references in the note to what they both knew to be true - that their desire to fulfill their love for each other would overwhelm them. He had assured Rick that they would still have dinner time together with the other remaining men. Rick wrote back that he understood and was taking a morning workout slot that was now open. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dinner came, and with it, the four still in the program drew for the two new doses. Mike was now going to be getting four per day. Finally, Spike would be able to get a second one daily. He was thrilled about the prospect of increasing his gains and swallowed down the double stimulant excitedly. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He didn't want to loose a minute of that extra growth opportunity. In his anxiety to get the double dose, as he got up from the table to grab the pills, his cock locked on the underside of the tabletop. His side of the table was actually lifted off the floor by his super- rigid dick before he quickly sat back down and slid his chair out from beneath the table before attempting to stand again. The table slammed back down. The other three were awestruck by the display of sheer strength in this man's cock. It was not only the widest thing they had ever seen at the base but, now they were sure, he must have been growing some kind of extra ring of muscle surrounding that thing to anchor it into his body. It had shown only the slightest downward movement in it in spite of the, obvious weight of the table. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The morning of day eight brought with it a new first. Mike's scale told him that he was the first to cross the 400 pound mark. He was now the biggest cut muscleman the world had ever known - if only they knew. At 405 pounds this morning, and with taking a quadruple dose, there was no doubt he would be in excess of 420 pounds by dinner time. Though his view of his entire body was somewhat limited by the extraordinary swell of his pec muscles, Mike could see that, just overnight, his body had become something uniquely special. Without bothering to shower, or clean up, he headed straight to the gym that morning. He was sure that the bathroom mirror would be way too small to do justice to his viewing of this morning's body. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rushing into the gym he headed to the nearest corner so that he would be able to see himself from several different angles more easily. Crossing the gym, he could glimpse that he was in for quite a treat. Finally stopping a few feet from two angled mirrors he moved his eyes upward from the floor. The feet were planted wide apart. He knew that they had to be. The trim ankles swelled sharply out to calf muscles, each of which seemed to contain the meat of both corresponding muscles on a "normal" bodybuilder. He had grabbed the now ever-present measuring tape from the top of a counter but decided to wait to do any measuring until he had completed the visual journey up and around the body that was coming into view before him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As sharply as the muscle angled back to the narrow knee joints, it again began to flair outward and around to form the lower bulk of the upper leg muscles. Each huge bottom bulb of muscle disappeared into impossibly deep cuts between each, now competing mass. The three main muscles that joined above the knee had striations more deeply etched than anything he had ever seen. Not only was each bundle of muscle fiber clearly visible, each section within each bundle could be seen, too. The veins crossing and intertwining were ropes and it appeared that their size and thickness were essential in order to prevent the muscle groupings from leaping completely off of his body. The skin stretched almost transparently over the entire package. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As the inside muscles of the upper legs joined into the equation, it became apparent that the feet were as close as the massiveness of all the musculature would permit. Each thigh sported enough muscle mass to serve proudly as another man's chest dimension. Flexing the legs lightly resulted in a display of density and definition that caused Mike to jolt his upper body back a bit in astonishment. If he had not known that the muscle he was looking at was his own, he would have been frightened for his own safety in fear that the strength contained in these legs might threaten to crush anyone who dared to challenge them. The veins pushed outward into the skin more as he flexed because the amount of sheer, sharp, dense muscle offered them no other option. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Two shiny, rounded tan-red ball sacs stood far out in front of the top of the legs as, they too, had no choice but to extend themselves in the only free direction made available to them by the leg muscle occupying the space behind. Each sac appeared about the size of a small melon and had no loose skin left as they each struggled to contain enough semen to fill 20 or more men. All this was wanting to be delivered down the channel contained in a cock that demanded attention in its' own spectacular display. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]There is was! For this he could not wait. Mike reached down with the tape and placed the leading edge up against the front of the abdomen he could not see except through the mirror. Running gently with his fingers along the length of the top of this majestic claim to manhood, he worked as carefully as possible to permit himself a feel of this amazingly hard, blood-rigid muscle without triggering it over the edge in its' state of magnified sensitivity. It was warm and smooth to the touch. The veins that continued the feeding frenzy it demanded were hard, round and dark along it's surface. His body twitched with excitement from within as his fingers bumped across each of these sensation enhancing blood cords. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike reached the backside of the giant helmet that guarded the seemingly invincible pipe. His felt a shiver run through his whole being as it responded to the endangering feel of human stimulation. Moving a finger very gingerly to the peak of the cap, he continued the journey of the tape with the rest of his hand. The whole head was visible to him as he looked down now over his rapidly heaving chest. Very carefully, he aligned the tape with the end of the mighty tool at the extreme edge of the piss hole. Focusing, he read the tape as the number 17 came into clear view. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]My God, he thought, it's as long Chen's was. Plus, it was much broader than the one they had thought to be the most amazing monster of man-meat just a couple of days ago. Taking the tape and holding it flat over the top of the column of hot, seething meat, he saw that it was a little shy of 4" across at about ? of the way back. Doing a quick mental calculation, Mike figured his cock to be about 12" around. Compelled by the need, he let his hand drop to the top of it with the tape. He began to push down on the steel hard organ with a gentle but determined force. The tool that had been growing so much bigger these past days, had also been getting harder. It barely yielded to the pressure. He could feel it fight the power at work to dislodge it at the root. But it persisted. Heat began to build up from within his mind. Mike wanted so much to challenge this tool of desire, but forced himself, with great difficulty to remove his hand entirely. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Before his mind could insist on placing his hand back there to continue the self-indulgent love affair with his own manhood, Mike refocused his eyes in the mirror on the next level up of the image before him. How those legs could be sprouting so hugely from his 30" waist was almost impossible to imagine - even when he was staring directly at the reality of it all. The waist was ever so tight. It was small yet it was as hard as the rest of his musculature. It was compact and loaded with obvious internal power. The abs defined themselves in deep, vivid rounded rectangles of muscle that started immediately above the base of the cock. All 4 pairs of them showed such hardened definition as if to say "See, we may be small, but we can absolutely do the work demanded of us by this rest of this muscled body". [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Which way to go became the dilemma from here! Does one take the view offered by the sweeping of the delicately etched fingers of the oblique muscles rounding the sides to the back and butt, or do you move up into the shadows cast over the top of the abs by the bulbous chest? Mike opted for the latter on this trip. The chest was huge! No, it was hugely, huge! Each pec stood out inches from the flat wall of muscle below. Only the pointy, projecting tip of each large nipple was visible as they pointed down toward the ground under the umbrellas of muscle on which they were set. As with the legs, each bundle of thick, thick fibers coiled themselves from the deep dark underbelly or center cleft as they formed into the sweeping fan of the main body of the muscles. Moving his hands up to sit perpendicular from his breastplate between the two manmade muscle- tits, he counted that the main belly of the pec meat was at least 6 fingers deep - unflexed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He loved the feel of them and knew the power in them. At least he knew of yesterday's power as he had benched a full set of 8 reps with 525 pounds. As he permitted himself a simple flex, Mike figured that today he would go for the same reps today with 550 pounds. The flex introduced him to his own newer striations of strength. Separating from defined bundles to, virtually, individual fibers, Mike's pecs were a work of anatomy art. The skin served only to give the sheer muscle a common color. The veins only highlighted the thickness by moving from light to shadow themselves accenting the curving thickness of the meat. Ivan and Todd could have each applied their full body weight on to pec muscle simultaneously. The tape told him that a trip around all the sensuous muscle of his man-tits and back covered a full 5'-8". Yes, 68" of thick, impenetrable muscle. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Finally, crossing by the 3 ?' wide boulder sized shoulders, Mike's eyes came in to feast on his upper arms. Raising them up, he bypassed the extended horizontal view and went straight for the double bi pose. The peaks leaped up into place without any hesitation, anxious to show off their size and density. Today the 29" inches would be pushed to 30" and, hopefully over 31" soon. That would push his arms past the size of his own waist! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The peaks of the biceps reached almost 2/3rds of the way up to the bottom of his clenched fists. The belly of the major lower front mass and that of the high reaching upper back massive balls were vividly separated by a deep cut arcing across the length of the intersecting spheres. Each mound was further delineated by a series of less pronounced, but obvious shadowed lines that the total lack of fat between the thin skin and the muscle itself permitted to be seen. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As with the rest of the body, the need to move excessive amounts of feeding blood to and from each and every thirst-hungry mountain of strength, caused a series of rope thick veins to snake and twist along the biceps, protruding largely just under the skin. The dense meat of the muscles refused to make any space within for these cords and the amount of life blood they demanded was visibly pulsing through the veins making the muscle appear even more alive. Mike knew the touch of the biceps well by now. Nothing could dent or disturb the solidity of them. He felt as if he could withstand even an attempt to crush the sinuous monsters within a power driven vice clamp. He had surpassed the use of the 150 pound dumbbells for curls and was glad that they had much higher weights on the cable machines to use. Besides, his cock would no longer permit the passing movement of the dumbbells at all. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The belly of the triceps hung large, hard, full and even with the bottom of his still thick, shadow-casting pecs. The palm of his hand and fingers just barely stretched to the bottom of the triceps meat with his fingers barely reaching up to the gentle line that defined the division between the bottom of his bicep and the top of the triceps. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He dared not turn around now. He knew that the inviting site of his broad, thick back as it tapered hard and sharp to his chiseled ass would be too much to take on top of the show of muscle he had already permitted himself. In spite of his obvious massive muscular superiority, he was still a real man. A man with a sexual arousal that matched the raw massiveness of his wonderful new body. Instead, he locked his mind, as best as he could, into the further growth and refinement of all those amazing muscles. They were his and he intended to keep them. Six others had lost their way already, he did not want to be number seven. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Day nine began much the same way. For Mike the muscle show he gave himself made it even harder to turn off his desires as he did an overview of the now 435 pound of human meat perfection. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan's 350 pounds was a far cry from the 210 with which he had started. Nor dare he to ever focus on Rick's increasing perfection anymore. Now, looking at himself, Dan was becoming his own paragon of muscle. His 13" of hard cock kept constantly reminding him of his unquenched sexual desires and Rick's mere presence on the island pushed his mind to face limits of arousal that no mortal man should have to endure. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]If Dan had his difficulties, it was even harder for Rick. He was acutely aware of his still increasing beauty. His 375 pounds, though 60 pounds less than Mike, was still so perfectly sculpted that it seemed that the hand of God could not have improved on it. How all that magnificent muscle could still flow so fluidly from muscle group to muscle group was beyond the ability of any one of them to comprehend. The ability to resist taking this perfectly crafted specimen into their own huge arms and handle him to the point of release of that demanding and equally beautiful 16" penis was dwindling by the day. This yearning applied to Rick about himself, too. Mirrors had become his own worse enemy and he did all his workouts facing away from them to the maximum extent possible. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Spike had caught up to Dan now at 350 pounds. Dan still appeared somewhat fuller because of his 3" shorter stature. None-the-less, Spike was another muscular marvel. He rushed to the gym for his workout on this day. He had his own special show in mind as he entered the room. The idea had been forming in his head since the other night and the incident between the dining table and his dick. The 15" length felt impossibly hard by now. He could feel it, he could sense it. No matter how hard he flexed his amazingly dense muscles, his cock still felt even denser. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Moving to the free weights, he went over to one of the towers of plates. Taking a 45 pound plate and a deep breath, he aligned the hole in the plate with the tip of the head of his cock. Yanking the plate back toward his body with a determined thrust, it quickly passed over the head and the thick band of it's crown. The solidity of the meat in his ever-widening cock resisted further movement. He realized that only a man with the muscle and strength of the four contestants here could have successfully pitted the steel of the plate against the steel of his cock and pulled off this endeavor. Spike closed his eyes, appreciative that he had gotten past the super- sensitive head without stimulating the eruption he feared might accompany that movement. He braced himself for one last monumental yank. Mustering up all the strength he dared, he pulled in hard with the plate firmly grasped in his two strong hands.. His cock girth gave ever so slightly. It was enough for him to get the plate down about 2" past the flare of the head, but that was it. Spike knew it could go no further. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He held the plate in place for several moments, caught between his fear of letting gravity have full control of the weight and that of affect the of having the constantly hard head and some of the shaft being cut-off from the flow of blood. Instead of the numbness he expected, the head turned a dark crimson as the blood that was being pumped into that area found it harder to escape. The veins in the two inches beyond the plate grew thicker and more pronounced as they, too, were forced to hold more and more blood within their channels. The cock head became visibly hardened as it began to reflect the light sharply and it took on the feel of hot, hardened steel. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Sensing that it was now or never, Spike removed both hands from the weight at the same time. The pressure at the ring of muscle around his groin increased many-fold. He felt it rising to an amazingly pleasurable pain. But the cock shifted down under the force of the heavy torque only slightly and then it froze in place holding all 45 pounds aloft with it. His wedge of manmeat was, indeed, stronger than steel.! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Concentrating as hard as he could, Spike moved on to his next challenge. Grasping a bar along the wall behind him, he began thinking his way through "cock curls". Moving very slowly at first, as he got used thinking through and visualizing the motion, his cock actually began to move the weight up and then down again. First an inch, then two and then over three inches. He was curling 45 pound of weight almost a foot away from his groin using only the muscles of and around his cock! After eight "reps", Spike took hold of the weight again, counted to 60 and then began another set. This time, all eight reps went through a full four inch range of motion. He let go of the bar, turned toward the mirror and, after another 60 seconds did a third set. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As he watched, he was totally awestruck by the power and vision of what he was witnessing himself do. The fourth set was harder and felt heavier. He let himself do a fifth and final set as he forced himself to do all eight grueling reps. This was no mortal cock, this was a power-tool unlike anything ever conceived or created by man before, and it belong to a 350 pound mass of magnificent muscle! Spike would add this to his regular workout. His would be the strongest, most amazing cock in the world. Think of what his little muscle assistants would think as he displayed the power of this phenomenal prick to them. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Taking grasp of the weight he gave a mighty push. But it did not move off the impaled prick. The blood that had been trapped in the head and end of the shaft had hardened the cock shell so much as to preclude easy flexibility. Not to panic, thought Spike. Again, closing his eyes he called on the inner strength he had found to get it on. He pushed harder and with more diligence this time. The plate slipped to rest itself just before the flare of the crown. He felt the warmth run down the entire length of his rod as the two inches of blood that had been trapped in the veins at the end of the mighty shaft rushed back to join that in the rest of his body. It felt wonderful. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Taking a moment to breath and re-visualize, Spike added even more determination into the next push as he forced the weight to crash past the blood hardened flare on the cap of the cock head. He heard the loud "plop" as the head rim popped out on the other side of the weight. It felt even more wonderful. The plate clearer the end of his cock just as the first gush of cum shot down the over-stimulated tool and out the waiting hole at the end. Gush after gush smashed into the plate and onto the mirror and ran in thick wide streams to the floor. He kept on cumming for well over two minutes as Spike moaned, first in sheer pleasure and, then, in sheer agony.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Already the morning of day 11. Dan could hardly believe he had made it this far. Several bigger and younger men had not been able to endure the pressures and pleasures of this program. Yet, here he was, still in the race and looking years younger than his 42 year old body. Not to mention the 390 pounds of muscle it now supported. Shit, he had gained an astounding 180 pounds of solid, youthful, defined muscle in just a little over 1 ? weeks. In the years of training before he found himself "invited" into this program, he had only managed what he had though was an outstanding gain of 50 pounds from his 160 pound college graduation weight. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Spike had been fortunate enough to catch the boat the other afternoon just in time. The voice had assured the remaining contestants that he would probably be able to come out slightly ahead overall since he would be getting the antidote so quickly after his fateful self- induced encounter with the cock-weight. They were sure that Spike would be happy with this knowledge. They had wished him well and hoped to catch up to him upon their completion of the program. It sure had been an amazing cock and they were going to miss it, and him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan and Rick had agreed not to try to see each other at all for the time being. After all, they were both pursuing the same goal and it was just the two of them and Mike now. Rick had admitted his growing inhibitions for pure animal lust with Dan now that they were both these supreme muscle giants. Dan told Rick that he had moved in Dan's mind from absolutely beautiful to unbearably stunning. With these revelations, they were forced to accept the need to be completely apart before one of them caused the other to fail in his own pursuit. God knew that neither wanted to be the one to be thought of as the cause for failure on the part of the other. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]At 5'-8", Dan looked absolutely monstrous at his weight today. His 68" chest dimension made it as big around as he was tall. The oversized lat muscles that were always semi-hard like (most of) the rest of his body forced his 27" arms to hang at a constant 30 degrees off of vertical as the triceps meat, dense as it was, couldn't displace the volume of space the sides of the back muscles needed to occupy. He loved to look at the astonishing arcing flair of the lats as he tried to raise his arms up behind his head. The mountain peaks of the biceps refused to permit him to put his hands behind his head anymore, so he had to reach over his head and grasp his hands together above it to see this affect anymore. Soon, even that might not be possible as his forearms would insist on their own growing demand for space from his still expanding biceps. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Still, this morning, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hands clasped tightly high over top of his head and he just stared at the half-moons of lat meat glued onto each side of his body. When he pulled tightly with each hand against the other, the lats flared even wider and sharper. I must be 3 ?' across he thought to himself. The meat of each side made a good 8" thick half circle as the skin rounded from front to back. The slabs were covered in smoothly over- stretched skin that gave the anatomically perfect muscle masses their tan color while red-blue veins throbbed in between the outer cover and the dense muscle. The top parts of the lats fought with the grossly large belly of the triceps and, together, they formed a deep dark line between the two distinct masses. The bottom of the curves of back muscle were almost horizontal as they crashed into and behind the crisp, sharp obliques at the bottom of the wingspan. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]At this point, just above the waist, his body had magically swept down to be only about 17" across. This continued down and in along the tight sides to the smallest part of the waist where Dan could not have been more that 14" across - maybe less. After all, he only had a total waist dimension of 31" around. He loved the dark clear shadows of the eight rigidly separated ab muscles. They created the impression of a stomach that would be impenetrable to any fist that would be so stupid as to even dare to think of attacking it. Of course, launching an attack first meant getting by the 14 ?" steel pipe that protruded straight out just below the abs. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]His cock was twice the length of what it had been when they started and had eight times the volume. The thick pole was wrapped in bands of veins like a butcher would wrap a large roast in cord. Dan watched as the veins visibly pumped with the beat of his heart. The man- muscle lifted it's steel hardness a little up and down with each nutrient feeding throb. The head stood out dark, hard and ready to unload the contents when the challenge was finally ended. It showed it's large vertical slit of a smile as it taunted Dan to let it make it's delivery of enhanced, almost inhuman, amounts of cum. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The balls below bounced full and thick with the juice the slit wanted to dispense. They were biding their time until the inevitable moment arrived. The load inside the sacs was heavy, even for this huge muscleman to carry. The weight of it on the sensuously stimulated mind being more than the considerable physical weight inside the coconut hard balloons. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan brought his gaze back to the lats and on to the arms still perched in a grasp over his head. He twisted slightly at the waist. First one way then the other. The volumes of the upper arms were full and round, not thin and vertical, when viewed from the side. The hard bicep mass was wider even than the hugeness of the forearms. This in spite of the fact that their masses were pushing hard against each other causing the forearm muscle to broaden itself as it flared out wider to each side. As he pulled with both mighty hands, the biceps sprung into action and achieved a hardness that could be felt clear through the muscle. They throbbed densely as they forced the fighting forearm muscles wider and flatter. The veins in these monsters thickened and curled themselves around under the skin to find new places to go as the meat insisted on more area. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]While all this was going on, the triceps stayed full and defined creating their own huge crescent moons under each arm. Striation after striation swept around the massive, individual heads moving thickly yet gracefully in larger bundles from elbow to lats. It was as if someone had taken rods of steel, coiled them into a tight springs, compressed them and inserted them under his skin at the back and underside of Dan's upper arms. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Time to go for a cold, cold shower and a long, long run followed by another cold shower thought Dan as he fought to regain his senses. It was all such marvelous muscle. It was all his?and he wanted to keep it that way. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick was a full 100 pounds lighter than Mike. But at 420 of the most beautiful pounds of muscle ever applied to a living being he had moved from being a figure in a Renaissance painting to assuming the position of the new Adam in the center panel of the painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Surely, God, himself, had reached out and created this astounding creature. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Workouts for Rick started late in the morning and ran until lunch. He worked hard, fast and without taking breaks. He had to. Every time he paused, it only permitted his mind and eyes to move into the vision in the mirror. Yes, he still loved Dan deeply, and always would. Now, however, he had come to learn how much he loved himself - or at least this super-muscular self. Even without permitting himself to look in the mirrors, it was still impossible for him not to know just how gorgeous he was. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]When he did cable curls, he could see the balls and strands of bicep muscle form into huge, intersecting melons. He could see the veins writhing around the dense hard muscle. He could feel the strength within these steel balls as they moved almost 200 pounds of metal up and down rhythmically with each rep. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He had actually held a 25 pound weight locked in place in the tensed cleft of muscles between his pecks. The thickest part of the meat extended past the center hole of the large weight plate. The mounds of pec muscle were so thick and dense that, even fully stretched in flat bench flies, they still stood up a full two inches past the breastplate. Striations were everywhere in his man-tits. They were no longer pecs; they were no longer muscular man-tits; they were objects of pure male sexual strength and desire. Indeed, they were as powerful as they were beautiful. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Using a pair of modified cable machines he had pushed near each other, Rick could press close to 350 pounds with each of these quivering, pulsating globes. He liked to watch the fibers shake and vibrate as he forced them to deal with resistance that mere mortals wouldn't dream of trying. As they vibrated in their struggle to win the challenge against gravity, his pecs would ripple and quiver sending feelings of immense pleasure down into his groin. He would stop when he felt the load in his balls begin to churn in heated response. So far, he had been successful in quitting in time. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]No fat existed on Rick's body at all, yet his gigantic muscles still flowed with unimagined grace from one sharp giant to the next. He could not even see his tight, small waist at all anymore and refused to look in the mirror to see what he knew would still be less than 30" around. He could tell this just by the feel of his hand on his hips. The feel felt to be about the same size as always. The only difference being that the hips were as hard as the rest of his body. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He knew his cock was a wonder among wonders, but, thanks to his many other enormous muscles, he could avoid the view of most of it most of the time. When he saw the head, it was enough to make him swoon over himself. It was absolutely perfectly formed and fitted onto the huge shaft of meat that extended from below it. The cap must have been 4" across and 3" long on the top. Because his cock still had that rigid gentle curve upward in it's constantly hard state, he could clearly see the half-inch long piss slit and the cleft that defined the bottom of the great helmet. Rick dared not to touch any of this inviting monument. Every now and again, because of it's sheer size, he would feel it bump into something - a post, a weight, a door frame, etc. When this happened, the experience was one more of increased sensual arousal than pain. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike was impressed with his own amazing levels of self control. His desire to win, the vision of being the most amazing muscle-god on the planet was still able to keep some hold over and above his desire for raw sexual satisfaction. This 525 pound body deserved to be adored! Others would come to know and respect this fact once he and his body made it's triumphant return to the mainland. As Mike thought of it. if the world were smart, it would be preparing itself for his coming now. It would be a new world order of bodybuilding and he would be it's leader! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Fortunately, the height that been his nemesis for so many years was now his greatest asset. Because of it, the extraordinary amount of muscle he was carrying, while astonishingly huge, did not seem out of place. Yes, it was, or had been, an unimaginable amount of pure, dense meat to be applied onto the bone structure of one individual human being, but, somehow it still worked. Seventy-three inches of prime beef sat proudly on his 30" muscularly ridged waist. Forty inch thighs and all that body weight were carried on top of his 26" calf muscles. His upper arms now stretched the tape at 33". He could easily touch the top of his flexed biceps with his thumbs while his hands maintained tight, density-enhancing fists. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike still loved the feel of his cock and found that, within reason (if that thought process still existed) he could enjoy limited fondling of his scepter of manhood. It was just ?" short of the magic of being 20" long. He figured that his cock alone must weigh in at close to 25 pounds. Yet, from the way it just stood straight out there in it's constant state of steel hardness, you would think that it simply defied gravity. His balls, however, still hung down round and filled. Mike had given up on estimating the amount of cum they contained any more. One thing for sure, it was way more than enough! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]When completely focused, Mike found that he could actually use his cock in his workout. He would place his slightly bent arms on top near the end and then just push. After 3 or 4 "reps" the resistance of his meat to move downward would cause the always visible striations and mounding of his triceps to visibly sharpen. The pump was great. Then, as with Rick, once he began to feel the stirring of the vast amount of cream inside his balls, he would have to stop out of fear that it would burst down his shaft and end his quest for the glory that was going to be his. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]At their request, Mel now delivered dinner to each of their rooms so that they would not be visually or sexually stimulated any more than necessary by the magnificent sights of each other's body. The host didn't seem to mind and had laughed long and deep at them over this. He seemed to know better than they the futility of this attempt. He reminded them that only one person could win and that there was really nothing they could do to stop it. Dan and Rick tried to remember the verses of the poem that they had seen that first day to see if it offered them any clues, but neither of them could remember it well enough to be of much help. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]That afternoon, Rick returned from his workout and went in to the bathroom to towel the sweat off of his body. Not long after he had gone in, the other door opened only for Dan to stop in startled amazement at the sight of Rick. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I'm sorry." Cried Rick. "I forgot to lock the door! I'm just not used to having to lock door between us." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Yea, OK" Dan responded sharply, unable to take his eyes off of the astonishing body in front of him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He started to pull the door shut as quickly as he could. Even this momentary accidental sighting was overwhelming for him. Rick was way beyond beautiful. They hadn't seen each other in two days and the vision before him was more enhanced than ever. This was his lover! He wanted to have him! He had to shut the door, or else! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick threw a big meaty arm out and caught the door before it finished closing and swung it back open. The instant the arm grabbed the door, it locked into densely defined musculature unlike anything Dan had ever envisioned possible. Dan's mind whirled faint as he saw this display of muscular form fill his up-close field of vision. So much obvious strength. So much size. So much physical beauty. And all of it in and on one indescribable man. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Please. Just a moment or two." Pleaded Rick. "I love you! I miss you! I just want you to know that. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He moved his hand from the door and gently reached for Dan's. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The touch was almost too much to handle. Dan yanked his own hand back. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I know. I do, too, ?but we can't. We just can't." Dan said resignedly and quickly grabbed the knob and pull the door shut. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick turned the lock with a resounding "click". He stood there, facing the door longingly. He began to question himself on whether he had not locked that door on purpose. He knew he had not left it unlocked consciously, but, he had to admit, he hoped that Dan just might do exactly what had just happened. Except, of course, in his vision of the encounter, the ending would have been much different. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Here they were, pursuing their own personal, individual dreams of becoming the most gifted musclemen in the world. Rick wondered as he stood there in the bathroom if they had been told a week and a half ago that they would have to end up giving up each other as part of this, would they have chosen to stay on the island? [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He didn't have long to ponder this. He jumped as he heard the scream coming from Dan's room. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick threw the latch on the door and burst in. Damn the risk, his lover was in trouble! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan spun around at the sound of the door opening. A huge thick volley of cum hit Rick square in the chest. Then another and another. Rick stopped in shock. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He screamed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Dan, NO!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" was the only reply Dan could make at the moment as he was seized with the exhilaration of his sexual release. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"No, Dan!" repeated Rick as he moved forward to embrace his lover while the streams of cum kept pouring out onto his huge, hard body. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"It's OK. It's OK." Dan finally whispered out over his obvious weakness that was the result of this immense release. "I did it to myself." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"What? Why?" Rick moaned back. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I love you. You are my life, my meaning. I wanted you and I want to help you win." Came the offered explanation. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Even now, Dan was still issuing strong shots of cum as his cock was beginning to loose it's previously ever-present rigidity. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"But what about your dream? What about your chance?" Rick cried back to his tiring lover. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"You are my dream!" Dan sighed. "Once I saw you, I realized that that is how it should have been all along. Forgive my selfishness up until now. Look at you. You are the muscle-god that deserves to be? I am here for and with you. I want you to win. I do love you so very much." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan virtually collapsed into Rick's strong waiting arms. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Oh, I love you so very much, too." Rick whispered as he helped Dan onto the bed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He stayed until Dan had drifted off into a seemingly restful sleep. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]When Dan woke up, he saw that it was dark. The alarm clock told him it was only 9:30 PM. He felt strangely rested and calm. Reaching down, he felt his now soft cock. Still very large, but very soft. Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted, he thought. Rolling over, he was startled into full alertness by the shadow of a figure on the chair beside the bed. From the size of it, it could only have belonged to one of two people. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I've been thinking." Rick said softly. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"About what?" Dan responded with equal softness. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"About us. About this contest. About yesterdays and tomorrows. About a lot of things." Answered Rick. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"And what about all these things?" Dan asked accepting the challenge of the verbal game. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick decided to skip all the volleying and began to stand up and move toward Dan. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I want you to beat me off." He said matter-of-factly. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Why?" Dan was caught off-guard. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Because I love you, too." Came the retort. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"And I love you, but you are, ?we are ?so close to winning." Dan continued. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan reached over and turned the light on to it's first and lowest setting. His immediate astonishment was evident in his face. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I want you to beat me off." Repeated Rick with a bit more force than the first time. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I can't do that." Insisted Dan. "God, look at you, you're glorious beyond words. You have to win. You're?well?perfect!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The body standing in front of him was, indeed the epitome of human masculine perfection. The soft light cast huge shadows that accented the subtle sensual beauty of the giantly muscled male animal standing there. Rick's body shown as if it were a lovingly morphed black and white image in a film noir picture. The thickest part of the bellies of his deeply etched muscles showed whitely against the depth defining blackness that described the valleys and recesses on this hand-sculpted, breathing angel. The tips of the agitated nipples shown like two stars of light peeking out of the sky of darkness that his pec cleavage created. His biceps each looked like moons hanging in the same dark surrounding sky. His triceps were like two comets on each side of the moons with their tails disappearing into the darkness below the shoulders. The shoulders, themselves were widely spaced planets that the moons and comets circled about. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick's face was starkly beautiful and the shadowy light only made his lips look fuller and more inviting. The waist was almost non- existent in this vision. The bumps of lined-up moonlets were clearly the domes of his ab muscles. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]An then there was that cock! That marvelous, marvelous cock! Hard, rigid, curving and begging to be taken. It was 20" long now and, in this light, looked to be about 4" across. The perfect head stood out by itself in front of the shadow it's crown cast across the adjacent part of the shaft. Only the front of each of the balls was caught in the light but they were each smooth and round and promised to deliver huge, warm loads of semen. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan was overcome with raw emotion. He may not be able to get a physical hard-on, but that didn't stop his mind or his passions. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I'm not perfect. I can never be perfect. Not without you, not without us." Rick said firmly. "Now, I want you to beat me off. I want you to make me perfect with you again." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"You will hate me later and I couldn't live with that." Dan fought back. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"No! I will love you now and I will love you later. I LOVE YOU! I love the you, you were just as you loved the me I was before all this began. Let's go back to that." Rick continued. "The only one I ever need to be impressed by is you, Dan. And no matter how you look, you will always be you and it's you that I love. I only hope and pray that you love the real me just as much." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Are you Sure?" Dan insisted on asking. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Yes! Absolutely sure!" Rick insisted with finality. "Now, beat me off and make us whole again." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]With that he stepped right up to the edge of the bed. His mighty cock and balls loomed above Dan awaiting his responsive action. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan slowly raised one hand and placed it on the top of the base of the shaft. He applied pressure intended to bring Rick down onto the bed. Instead, he found the rod so strong and hard that he was lifting himself up off the bed to meet it. Getting his knees under him, Dan pulled himself up so that his own still huge chest rubbed against the underside of the hot, pulsing monster. He wrapped the huge beefy arm around the pole and pulled it and him together so that it was enveloped in the meat of his pec and arm muscles. Dan positioned the giant curving rod between the mounds of his pecs and forced the cock to slip into the center crevasse while locking the top of the shaft in between his bicep and forearm. He reached down with the other hand and wrapped his fingers as best as he could around one of the solid ball sacs. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As he started rocking his upper body on the bed, causing his pecs and arm to run up and down on the stiff dick meat, he began kneading fingers into the ball sac in his lower hand. The friction created by the rubbing muscles was exactly what Rick had hoped for. It felt wonderful. Rick groaned in delight. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The massaging hand met stiff resistance at first, but as the liquid contents heated up, it became more pliable. Dan moved his hand from sac to sac and back again. Soon, he felt the hard nuts start to stir around within as if they were two large beads inside of a can of spray paint whose job it was to stir all the liquids inside together. Rick moaned more loudly. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan placed his cheek against the head of Rick's cock as he continued the full-body massage on the solid stem below. The light scratching of his whiskers against this extremely sensitive part of Rick's organ was all that was needed to complete the tumble into the uncontrollable passion. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]It only took another moment before Rick started to erupt. Dan felt it as the balls rumbled into action. The shaft took on renewed hardness for an instant as it became an amazingly forceful pump. It was a good thing that Dan resisted his temptation to place his mouth over the end of Rick's magnificent organ. The first shot of cum rose hard and fast and hit the ceiling with enough force to be heard. The second volley was no less forceful. Then it just began gushing out in a non-stop shower. As it fell on Dan's face, he lapped up whatever he could catch. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Yes, it had been too long. Too long for both of them. Now they did not need to wait for anything - other than the ability to get a hard- on again. But, at least they had their love back. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]They fell asleep together that night. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Part 10: Illusions of Grandeur[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike was nearing the end of his morning workout when Dan and Rick entered the gym. He was doing incline bench flies. The lovers were stopped dead in their tracks as they walked up behind Mike and saw what was before them. Both Dan and Rick were still huge, but Mike was way beyond either of them. Even spread out and stretched out across the bench as he was, the sheer volume of muscle would have been unable to describe to anyone not seeing it with their own eyes. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike was up to a massive 525 pounds. He had gained 275 pounds of more-than-solid muscle. The amount of sheer muscle he had added was more than any single one of the ten men had weighed just a week and a half ago. Every bundle, every fiber, every tendon was visible over his entire body. Thick was a word that no longer applied for he had transcended merely being thick with muscle. Mike WAS muscle! A chiseled mammoth of unrelenting muscle. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]From above they first noticed the width of the shoulders. From melon cap to melon cap, he was almost 4' broad. Each shoulder was divided into several strands of muscle that rounded up from where they disappeared under the massively protruding triceps and biceps to where they interlocked with the 3" thick traps. Three separate, distinct lines wound up to the neck on each side. Cables of muscle ran from the base of the traps up behind the ears into the back of the head. All of this was bound together in rope after rope of twisting veins that seemed perfectly in place in view of the muscle they seemed to hold together under the almost transparent skin. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The outstretched arms forced the shoulder muscles to form complete half globes of compressed meat. As the triceps leaped out from inside the deep valley between them and the shoulder boulders, they hung full, arched and low swinging sharply up to join the elbow. The body of the main head of each triceps extended downward toward the ground and was, itself, the shape of an American football but at over twice the size. The smaller front head, was another football. Each visible head was looped with bundles of striations leading clearly from the outer end of each section of triceps to the deep cut valley in between them. The "horseshoe" was, deep dark and hollow as the meat of each of the heads extended out so far as to create a valley large enough to be named. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Even in their extended position, the biceps showed that they were a mighty match to be paired with the monster triceps. They extended full and rich from the same shoulder notch they fought to share with the leading edges of the tri's to the dimple at the top of the elbow. It was as if someone had taken and cut a watermelon in half than inverted the two halves and shoved them under the skin on top of each of the upper arms. The ridges and valleys of the various muscle strands formed the pattern of the light and dark lines on the tan watermelons. As with the shoulder and neck muscles, all this was seemingly secured together under the skin by the pulsing veins, some of which were over ?" thick themselves. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Apparently, Mike had not heard the two men come into the room because he kept working through this last set of incline flies. Even though he had set the bench at about a 30 degree angle from horizontal, the two onlookers were astonished as the massive mounds of pec muscles bunched up higher and higher as Mike worked to bring his fists together. Given the sheer volume of muscle within each pectoral and competing bicep, it was no surprise that this was an impossible challenge. Still, Mike groaned loudly as he forced muscle against muscle and muscles against weights in his endeavor to have his hands touch at the top. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The vision of this movement was unforgettably exciting to the visitors. In any other situation, both would have secured raging hard cocks right then and there as the muscles of the pecs and biceps both loomed ever thicker and grew visibly harder. The pec meat in each man-tit rose above the face as viewed from above and continued higher and higher until they stood up in perfect half globes with more the 3" of meat visible beyond Mike's forehead at the center of each mass. The biceps filled all the space to each side of the pecs and forced dimples into the sides of each globe as the hands fought harder and harder to get closer. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Finally, at about 8" or 9" apart, the hands gave up to the solid resistance of the iron tight chest and would move no closer. Mike held his hands rigidly in place and forcefully tensed his pec muscles even harder. The veins on them writhed as they sent reflections of hard light in different directions as they moved and pumped simultaneously. Each and every fiber of muscle turned to steel wire visible individually under the tan-red toning of the paper serving as skin. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As the arms had moved up, the lats began to appear from beneath the shoulders and triceps. They spread out to be as wide as the shoulder caps from end to end and they moved out even further extending to be almost even with the widest bulge of each of the triceps. The belly of the meat in each lat had to have been almost a whole foot thick from top to bottom as it came more and more into view. Each lat swept away from them disappearing under it's own volume of raw meat as they dove back toward the invisible midsection. From their vantage point, Dan and Rick could see the feet firmly planted on the floor and the ankles moving up to what must, indeed be a gloriously muscled pair of calves. Regardless of how big they must be on their own account, the massiveness of the lats hid them completely. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Only the tops of what promised to be equally huge upper leg muscles peered over the bulk of the visible torso. Then there was the cock. The mighty, mighty cock! The head and about 6" of the shaft was still clear and in focus projecting high and proud above the contracted balls of the solid pecs. What was visible fit nicely, but barely, within the sight-lines defined by the hands and forearms. The head was a full 5" across at its base. The shaft started at 4" wide immediately below the crown and promised greater thickness as it grew toward the invisible stomach muscles. It glowed pinkish-tan and reflected hard and chiseled. Ropes of veins pumped like those in the upper arms. The head moved toward them ever so slightly as it, apparently, responded happily to the pressure being applied to the chest muscles. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]After a what seemed like and eternity of clenching, Mike slowly began lowering the cables with his arms doing a fully controlled negative movement in the process. The result was that, while the pecs began to stretch out, not one single fiber in either meat monster vanished into the overall mass in the process. Each sinuous piece of muscle showed that it had every intention of finishing the job of controlling the heavy, heavy weight even if it had to do it alone. With a groan of relief and exhaustion, Mike finally let the weights connect with the plate at the bottom of each cable machine. It was only then that Dan and Rick noticed that Mike had been working with the entire stack on each side. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"We're sorry to interrupt, Mike." Dan said as calmly as possible. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike's gigantic muscles shivered vividly at the surprise of the unseen voice. With as much mass as he was carrying, the vibration looked like a virtual muscle-quake as each muscle was so dense they sent shock waves throughout the extraordinary mass. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Don't get up," continued Dan, "We just wanted to let you know that we think it would be important to talk with you after your work out. Sorry to interrupt, we'll see you in the Dining Room about 10." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Without waiting for a response, both men turned and went back out the door. As Mike started to get up, he heard the door to the gym swing shut. Still exhausted from the last set, he fell back onto the bench with a loud "whoosh" as the air escaped from under his massiveness as it hit the bench pad. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"God, that was strange," he thought to himself. "I wonder what could be so important." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan sounded so sincere and serious and since they had all agreed that contact avoidance was essential, this must be something special. Mike decided that it would be best for him to go. He laid there trying to catch his breath before he moved to get a towel to dry off a bit. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]When Mike walked into the Dining Room just after 10 AM, he knew immediately what the drill was. Both men waiting for him carried extremely large musculature but neither sported the ever-present hard-on. They were both creations to marvel at. Dan was full, thick and solid. So was Rick, but, God, he looked beautiful - even with that completely soft cock draping down almost to his knees. Clearly, in some fashion, they had been moved to the point of no return. That could only mean that he, Mike, was left in the contest. The truth of this hit him like a ton of bricks. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan and Rick confirmed Mike's observation. That is why they had wanted to see him. They went on to explain how it had been their choice to pull out of the program out of a need and love for each other. Mike was deeply touched and could only wish to find someone to share this deep abiding mutual compassion with some day. He told them as much after they had shared their story. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As they went through a brief overview of what had transpired between them the night before, Dan and Rick both had to work to restrain themselves from being overwhelmed by the vision before them. Now, here in the dining room, they had the chance to see the remaining parts of the mountain of a man who stood before them. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]His upper body was as astounding from the front as it had been from above - maybe even more so. The legs, indeed, matched in scale and sheer massiveness to the torso. Mike's legs swung in a wide circular arc as he moved to place one foot in front of the other around the quad muscles as he walked forward. The thighs were as big around as a champion middle-weight bodybuilder's chest and as deeply cut and striated, too. Cord after cord of muscle fiber moved further and further out from the top of each leg as the several visible individual muscle masses gathered and clumped together forming deep, deep channels where they joined. The kneecaps were overshadowed by the protruding cliffs of meat hanging precariously over them. The ever-present veins formed more than a half circle of skin as they wound in and between the volumes of hard dense flesh below them. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Calf muscles showed row after row of coiled definition as they bulged from the less than 4" wide knee joints to their 9" overall width at their widest point. The columns of vertical muscle fiber dove quickly back to the ankle that could only be about 3" across. How all this weight and strength could be being supported on these narrow rods was anyone's guess. The overall lower leg effect however was more like that of a graceful deer than grossly wrong. It all seemed so right. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The cock, indeed was all that they had witnessed and so much more. It stood directly and proudly forward and just a little bit up from the horizontal for it's full 21" length. The 5" wide crown partially shielded the leading end of the 4" wide pole. It widened slowly and gently to almost match the width of the crown at the root. This slow taper gave it the impression of carrying even more strength than it would have if it had just moved out straight and unchanging from the hard girdle of muscle at the abdomen. A longer large vein assigned to serve as the main thoroughfare for returning blood meandered along the top of the shaft just slightly to the left. Smaller vessels then ran off downward and around the steel tubing at various angles and intersected with the main blood cord in sharp dark shadows. The overall cock showed the same vital strength and density as the rest of the muscle that was this man. The smooth, melon-sized ball sacs each glowed reddish-tan and had their own network of servicing veins. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]If Rick had been Adam in the Michaelangelo painting, then Mike was God, himself. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]When they were done with their descriptive outline, Dan turned to the camera, presuming that their host had witnessed and heard all that had transpired. Then he asked a surprising question. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He and Rick wanted to know if there was some way they could get the antidote, but not until they had returned in size close to where they had started. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The bodiless voice laughed loud and hard. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"We can do that, my friends." It responded with humor still in it's voice. I will arrange for the antidote for all three of you to be delivered on the next boat trip. By then, the two of you will still be about 15% bigger than you were when you got here. Keep that extra muscle as my gift to the two of you. See, I am not the ogre that some of you had thought." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Both Rick and Dan thanked the voice. Since the boat wasn't do for two more days, they would enjoy these remaining time as the vacation they really needed - together. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Now, Mike, you have a decision to make." The voice started again, changing it's focus. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"What kind of choice?" Mike asked curiously. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Well. There is not boat for two more days. God knows you have come a long way and, as of right now, you would be the victor." It went on. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"What do you mean `as of right now'?" Mike challenged in a puzzled voice. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"If you stop taking any more doses now, you will level off in your growth by the end of the day. You may also choose to keep taking the dosage you have been getting or, in addition, you now qualify to take all 10 doses daily." The voice went on. "Again, before you decide, there are probably a few things I should tell you about." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Sure, here we go again with the conditions." Shot Mike back to the camera. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"There are always consequences, Mike. Consequences to everything we do. Why would you think that this would be an exception? Be patient my muscle-bound friend and let me tell you about the ramifications of your options so that you can make the best decision for you.." It said with obvious wisdom. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"The choice you make" the voice continued "will determine whether you actually will win this challenge or if you might still loose everything." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Part 11: The Show Must Go On[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Part 12: The Last Challenge[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]If Mike had known what was in store for him before he had sounded off so self-assuredly about being willing to take on any challenge, maybe he would have made a different choice. It was too late now. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The premise was simple, he would get 10 pounds of gold for every pound of weight he could hold up for at least 10 seconds. To get the full $10,000,000, "all he had to do" was hold up 250 pounds for that ten second period. Except for one small detail - he had to hold it up using only his cock! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The host announced that he had come up with this idea as a result of an interesting display of cock strength he had seen recently on another man. Mike knew instantly that he had meant Spike. Damn, why did he have to go and do that, now Mike was stuck with this sort of prank with a full 10 million dollars at stake. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]While they set up the room, the host had kept the viewing audience entertained by announcing a series of winners from around the country who had, apparently, logged on-line to guess at Mike's various muscle dimensions. When it came to his cock, no one had figured that over 28" of meat and 16" around was possible on one man. The best guess was 19" long and 13" around. Heck, several of the contestants had reached or passed that mark. The host concluded that there was no winner on this - except Mike himself. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The set up was simple enough. Unlike what Spike did, Mike would be fitted with a metal collar on his shaft. From that hung three equal lengths of chain. A round flat metal ring about 24" in diameter was secured from the chains in a horizontal position. There was steel mesh netting within the ring upon which the metal weights would be placed. All of this was to be loaded, as Mike directed by Rick and Dan. All he had to do was to keep the metal basket of weight raised above a slim metal rod that stood about 15" tall. This rod was connected to electric wires that, in turn, ran to contacts that would be taped to each of Mike's balls and one to the sensitive crown of his cock. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]In his highly aroused condition, if the basket of weights dropped low enough to come in contact with the rod, an electric jolt would be sent to his balls and cock. Because of his excited state, this would result in causing him to ejaculate and, thus, loose the contest. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike's control was three-fold. First, he could direct the amount of weight to be added to the basket. At any point , he could call for no more weight and then just keep what had been piled onto the netting held suspended for a period of at least ten seconds. Second, he could take a total of three one-minute breaks. Third, he would be strapped by his hands and feet to adjacent cable machines so that only his cock and surrounding abdominal muscles were being used to hold up the weights. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Even Mike had to appreciate the ingenious arrangement. He remembered what it had felt like when Dan had applied downward pressure on his rigid dick as it was being measured. While he had felt the strain, he, too, had noted that the mighty pole had not yielded to the force. Then he remembered the time when Spike had tried to get up from the table and how his, then smaller, cock had caused the whole side of the table to rise when it got lodged under it. Mike's man- meat probably, now contained more than four times the mass of Spike's, but was it as strong? [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"The time has come to test the man!" laughed the host. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike stepped back up onto the platform. Rick and Dan stepped up on each side. As they placed metal cuffs around Mike's wrists, they both leaned in a little and wished him the best of luck. Mike smiled gratefully back to the two of them. They shackled Mike's forearms to the vertical poles of the cable machines with his arms extended loosely out to each side. The assistants stepped down off the platform and went to perform the same task around his ankles. The feet bindings were more rigid to prevent a lot of movement. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Secured to the weight machines in this fashion, Mike was the dream vision of many young men and boys after seeing one of those old sword and sandal movies. Mike's body, of course, was far beyond their wildest dreams. He looked as though he could rip the entire building down with one giant pull. His muscles still stood sharp and hard. His chest heaved in anxious anticipation and erotic excitement. As Mike pulled experimentally on the bindings around his wrists, his biceps and triceps jumped into solid streams of muscle fibers. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick moved over to the side and gathered up the weight-holding contraption. As he brought it to the platform, Dan moved forward took hold of the metal basket and ring while Rick took the collar and raised it to be just out in front the might cap at the end of Mike's dick. Rick moved the circle of steel over the end of the head. It was about 4 ?" clear on the inside. It would certainly be a comfortable fit. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The leading edge of the cold metal came in contact with the crown. Mike shivered in a combination of reaction to the icy steel and out of pending excitement. His cock sprung into involuntary action as it visibly hardened itself and jumped upward. The force of the movement knocked the steel collar out of Rick's hands. It swung down and hit the projecting rod he had set below. Dan screamed as the jolt of electricity hit his hand. The basket was jerked upward and knocked into the bottom of Mike's bulbous ball sacs. They shivered and vibrated in excited response. Mike groaned loudly as he fought to bring his responses back under control. Unable to move, sweat formed on his brow as he struggled to control the explosion of man-juice he could feel shifting into readiness inside. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Cut the power until we're all set!" Shouted the announcer. "Cut the power!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]After a moment, he advised that the current had been shut off and that they could proceed whenever Mike signaled that he was ready. Mike stood as still as he could and tried to concentrate on the value of this experience. Obviously, his state of excitement was sharp and tender. He now knew that it wouldn't take much in the way of an electric jolt, should he fail, to push him over the edge. So, he determined, he must not fail! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]After a moment, he nodded his willingness to move forward again. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick cautiously raised the ring again. He had spent the available time rubbing it with his hands so that it was not nearly as cold now. The circle of steel crossed the end of the glorious cap and came in full contact with the taunt skin. He would have to squeeze the crown down about an inch for the ring to clear the tip and reach to the beginning of the still throbbing shaft. As he saw Mike take a deep concentrating breath, he did the same and pushed quickly. His fingers felt the hard spongy tissue fold under the metal. He kept pushing and could feel the crown of the cock pulse slightly as it moved to fill more solid with blood. Without quitting, the collar moved past the ridge. The cap sprung back to full size immediately as the beginning of the shaft reached out to grab and resist the metal intending to encase it. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike groaned loudly with obvious pleasure as the man-made metal massaged the man-grown meat. Rick refused to stop the push he had started. Two inches of the shaft appeared as the circle of metal encountered a tube of equally hard flesh. Rick kept pushing, trying to ensure that the ring would be as far back as possible. With about 3" of tough tan-red meat showing the push was forced to stop. As if understanding it's role in this game, the cock meat expanded to engulf about half the thickness of the metal band. The outer end of the shaft and the head became visibly hardened with fresh volumes of trapped blood. The captured veins, too, ballooned from crown to ring, grew hard and completed the seal.. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan glanced up at Mike. He took another breath and began to tense his huge body as he nodded. Dan lowered the ring pan until the chains were fully extended and then gently released his hold. The basket swayed slightly but the monumental shaft supporting it made no visible move. Mike could feel the applied weight as he continued to try to control the sensation of arousal. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick took the three lead wires in his hands. He went around under Mike's bulk and reached up to one mighty round ball sac. Taking the other end of a wire, he touched it to the ball and secured the with a small adhesive strip. The ball wobbled slow and heavy as it reacted to the touch. Mike, in seeming better control, simply closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as possible. Rick then did the same on the other softball sized globe. He could feel the grumbling juices within. Then, he extended the last wire out to the backside of the flaring crown. He quickly applied the last contact and darted away as the basket jiggled upward in excited response. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Well, my friend," continued the voice. "You have about 4" of tolerance. Since we've seen how your monstrous tool likes to give us an excited 4" rise when it wants, let's see if it, and you, can keep it from resisting a matching fall." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"We will begin, now.' It continued. "Let them know what your pleasure is, sir. The juice is on. It's all up to you now." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike decided that he would begin cautiously so that he could see how it felt and how his body responded. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Let's start with twenty-five pounds" He announced. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan, now wearing insulating gloves, secured the correspondingly labeled weight plate. He placed it in the center of the netting. Mike tensed slightly at first in anxious anticipation. The gargantuan muscles of his arms and legs went stiff again in response. The viewers could see the muscles intensify in spasms as Mike reacted to the first weight. The chest heaved rhythmically forward and began to draw it's lines of separation. The valley surrounding each ab grew deeper as did the muscle separations in the four foot volume of the upper leg mass. Lats expanded slightly, more out of involuntary response that actual need. But the cock, the mighty 28" post, held solid and unmoved! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike felt the weight, but it seemed more a light inconvenience than a burden. Knowing that, as they added weight, he would tire over time, he quickly decided to challenge the program. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Let's have forty-five more." He announced with all the confidence he could demonstrate. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan, again, went to the basket with the larger weight plate. The seventy pounds of metal translated their full impact up the chains, through the cock band and onto the cantilevered column of man-made muscle. Mike showed instant increased tension throughout his body as this weight became something he noticed in his groin. Biceps leaped into divided sculptures. Triceps locked their coils of muscle into view. The pecs became visually striated bands. The legs muscles split themselves into a series of interlocking cables. The red-hot cock, held still and stiff. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike judged the impact of the weight difference he felt in his head. Well, if this was going to work, he couldn't take forever or go so slow. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Forty-five more, please." He called. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan and Rick looked questioningly at him. He showed no sign of insecurity. Rick grabbed a forty-five pound plate and placed it in the netting. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]One-hundred and fifteen pounds of iron took hold on Mike's own iron shaft. For the first time, it moved down slightly as the increased mass announced it's presence. Mike tensed harder in immediate response. Muscle fibers across the entire body demanded to occupy all the space under the sheen of skin as they danced out into remarkable stiffness; line by line; bunch by bunch. The sweat began to form on the abs as they were demanded to take the brunt of the new force. The huge organ moved down. It dropped ?" and then another ?". As the weight pulled on his prick, the band began to act like a cock ring and sent stimulating desires through it's volume. Mike felt the first twinge of response in his balls. Using this as his own mental stimulation, he aimed more concentrated blood and fortitude into the enormous staff. It responded with an excited and exciting upward bound. The head flared larger as it hardened further from the newly energized trapping of blood. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]In the end, the amazing cock actually leveled itself almost an inch higher than it had been before the addition of the last weights. The awe that both Dan and Rick showed was probably being repeated in front of set after set of members of the viewing audience. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Again." Demanded Mike. "Add it again!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]And so they did. Another large plate was added to the mounding collection. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The reaction was both stronger and harder, in more ways than one, this time. The seemingly invincible pole immediately dropped 2", giving back everything it had gained and then some. Rather than stopping at that point, it continued down at a much slower rate. You could see the balls begin to flatten a little as the bottom of the more solid overlying tube of flesh pushed down on them. This only caused a much increased pleasurable sensation inside Mike. Precum, again, began to appear. How it was getting beyond the compressing metal binding was anyone's guess, but, it was forcing it's way out. If it could get through, then surely, the waiting man-cream could, too. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The raw pleasure sensations were both wonderful and painful. Mike's balls hurt from within as they made their desires for release known. His new 400 pounds of muscle accepted the challenge. Every fiber showed it's defiance to the challenge as his skin began to disappear, becoming part of the muscle itself. Veins snaked and throbbed across the surface of each and every over-swelled muscle. The bellies of Mike's biceps stood out and up. His pecs tried to clench and grew thicker and deeper in the process. Unable to move into their compressed ball shapes, they, worked with the biceps and giant triceps to cause the metal to which the body was strapped to creak loudly as it began to shift in response to the forces being applied. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike forced his concentration and mentally felt for the core of solid meat that was at the base of his cock. Reaching hard inside himself, he felt the giant tool respond. It stopped it's own downward movement; regained about ?"; and froze into place. It held the 115 pounds of weight stiffly suspended at 3" above the electrified rod. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Knowing he couldn't dare to wait, Mike growled out for yet another 45 pounds! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]A total of 115 pounds more than Spike had endured now hung suspended off of the cantilevered fulcrum that was Mike's cock. He had been more prepared this time for the impact. As the weight was released onto the net, Mike crunched the muscles of his entire body as he never had before. His primary concentration was on the ring of muscle around the anchor point of his over-inflated man-tool. Striations separated further into steel threads all across his body's surface. The definition of muscle transcended that of any earthly being. Sweat from his body combined with the lights being used for TV purposes. The resulting glow surrounded this towering cliff of muscle with an aura reserved for religious figures in paintings. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]At the same time, he flexed his ass cheeks hard and purposefully to give his hips as much rise as he could. Rick stepped around to see this display of wonder. Steve and Dwayne were nothing compared to the show that Rick was witnessing. The upper domes of the glutes form chiseled shelves over the lower, deeper maximus muscles. The dueling domes were inscribed with rows of horizontal fissures looking as if someone had set Devil's Tower on its side and carved it into Mike's ass. The shallow on each side formed deep, perfectly etched caverns crying out for anyone brave enough to attempt to ride on these mounds of glory. His ass was, at the same time, the most sensually inviting human display of muscle and giving a warning that no one would be permitted entry without permission. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The plan seemed to work. The invincible shaft yielded only another ?" but the look in Mike's face told the rest of the story. Strain was evident in every line there. Sweat dripped in steady streams, falling onto the horizontal tops of the swollen pec muscles. From there it ran into the endless depth of the cleavage or formed large drops off of the bottom of the aroused, projecting nipples from which it dropped long and hard, shattering on the swell of leg muscle far below. Mike's massive pec meat began to vibrate. The resulting earthquake of muscles was more arousing than any display yet. Watching the gargantuan mountain of muscle show it's struggle, brought many of the viewers to their own sexual climax. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Break! I want a break!" Screamed the vibrating behemoth. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan and Rick rushed in and grabbed the metal ring on each side. They lifted it just enough to see the supporting chains show signs of looseness. Mike breathed deep and heavy. From their viewpoint below, the assistants could see the heaving of the pecs as they moved in and out to permit the inflow of oxygen being demanded. The mounds of pec meat was so thick, it would move several inches and completely cover the view of Mike's face as he gasped for air. Never once did the muscle show any sign of surrendering the solid definition it had. Tearing their eyes away from this sight, the men below took advantage of the chance to rearrange the weights to be more stabile. How Mike was supporting it all using only his dick was beyond their ability to comprehend. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Ten seconds." Called out the electronic voice. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike's breathing shifted from responsive to planned. He was going to be ready when the time came to carry fully the weight on his extended, glowing tool again. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Five seconds." Came the second warning - and then the countdown to zero. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike was ready. The ass and abs set themselves resolutely back into their unimaginable hardness. The biceps and pecs jumped back into the strained, striated positions. The tri's coiled back into the steel-like cable system wrapping from elbow to shoulder. Legs flared out massively and firmly. Dan and Rick let go as slowly as they dared. The cock reddened and formed new ridge lines of meat and vessels in response. It had, indeed, enjoyed the rest. The mighty staff met the challenge with full force and fortitude. It held rigidly a full 3 ?" above the electric stick. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I want it all." Cried Mike. "Give me all ninety pounds! Now! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Rick and Dan each grabbed a 45 pound plate. They placed them on the top of the amazingly pile and got ready to step back immediately to give Mike his best opportunity. As they place the last weight on top, Mike shouted out immediately for another break. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Their hands moved from weight to ring without a pause in between. Mike had very cleverly figured out that, in this fashion, he could get 2 minutes of rest before having to support the full winning load of 250 pounds! He would also only need to keep it and his cock erect for 10 seconds. Plus, he still had one more break to go if things didn't feel like they were working right. He set his mind to concentrating on the task before him. Chen would have been proud, not only of Mike's magnificent 28 ?" tool, but of the mind control being channeled into Mike's body. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"A clever ploy." Offered the host. "Our man has brains to match his brawn! Thirty seconds?and then we will see if his strategy worked. In less than a minute, we will know if our unearthly muscle-god goes home as the world's most amazing victor, or if he goes home with absolutely nothing." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike ignored the taunts. His mind was completely focused as it had never been before. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan and Rick could see Mike begin to tense and flex. New striations that one could never imagine were yet possible began to form under the sheer skin. Now even the bulges began to bulge. Biceps formed into several heads instead of just two. Pecs separated thickly and decidedly into individual cables as if from a densely packed suspension bridge. Legs locked into vertical mountain ranges of rock- like meat. The valley between the protruding abs became chasms. The ass became and impenetrable fortress of muscle. And the cock actually inflated itself so that the entire metal band was below the surface level of the adjacent meat and then stepped two inches higher into the air as it prepared itself for the onslaught. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Time!" shouted the host. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Again, Dan and Rick released the weighted tray, letting all 250 pounds of force move from their hands into the chains, up through the flesh-immersed ring and onto the braced piece of monumental human manhood. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The cock began to move down. Mike's face showed all the initial strain. The cock kept drifting down. "ONE." It gave back the two inches it had claimed in advance ? and then another inch. "TWO." Mike groaned loudly as he fought for both mental and physical control. "THREE." Metal creaked loudly within each cable machine as the distended pecs and bi's demanded it to yield to in-human pressure. "FOUR." His balls began to heat up and flex themselves from within. "FIVE." The plates moved to within 2" of the rod. "SIX." The metal uprights of on of the cable machines failed with a large crack, but Mike held his place and his concentration. "SEVEN." His balls felt the pressure on top, again, and stirred harder. "EIGHT." The resulting expansion of the heated cream in his balls pushed back against the base of his cock, seeking any form of release available but found none. "NINE." The epitome of muscle held. "TEN!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The mighty cock hovered 1 ?" above the metal contact. It's strength was solid, bold and proud, as was Mike's. His balls did their share with his muscles. He had done it! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"We have a winner! We have a winner!" screamed the emcee. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"NO!" screamed Mike in surprising response. Forty-five more pounds Double or nothing. You've made a God-damned fortune off this. Take my challenge and take it now!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"OK, double or nothing. Ten seconds. Starting now!" He responded. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Dan did a quick reaction, grabbed a 45 pond plate and placed it on the pile hoping that his speed would be helpful to Mike. All 295 pounds hung heavily from Mike's prick! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The balls churned hotter and heavier as they felt the newly applied pressure on their precious contents. The cock grew deep red as the blood pushed it beyond human limits. The clock ticked off three of the seconds. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]New veins appeared to grow on the spot. Mike's face contorted showing the same muscle display as the rest of his body. There was nothing to see but sinew and muscle. He had become so astoundingly defined in his musculature that the already transparent skin virtually disappeared. Four more seconds were gone. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The remaining cable machine fractured and the pecs flew together forming mounds so solid and high that you heard the meat of the two piles of hardened fibers slap together. Mike threw his head back to offset the forward movement of his arms. The clock passed the eighth second. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The cock actually went up another full inch. The ninth second went by. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike screamed out both his victory and his agony, giving the watching world the most amazing most-muscular crunch ever witness as all the rock hard, wet muscles compressed to diamond density. The tenth second had passed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike held the pose for several more seconds as the thrill of victory took total control of mind, body and spirit. NOW people would respect him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"You wanted a show! He shouted, "Well here it is!" [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]With that, he leaned forward slightly. Just enough to complete the metal to metal contact. The results were instantaneous and totally unforgettable! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]People swore that, for an instant, the monumental display of muscle became even larger and was pure solid sinew. The victorious tool swung upward again, further heightened and aroused by the charge that shot in through the overly-sensitized crown. The superheated ball sacs refused to hold their contents any more. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As the first volley slammed down the cannon barrel of the cock, there was a loud, loud crack as the iron band shattered under the pressure. The initial load flew up and past the camera some twenty feet away. It went by as a continuous stream as opposed globules of cum. The second volley was no less forceful but carried at least twice the volume of creamy liquid. The third cannon shot splashed hard and loud right into the lens of the camera. Those at home who had not yet cum to this point from the show, did so now as the thick white juice drifted slowly downward over their TV screens. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Volleys continued. Stream after stream of hot cum issued forth. At least a quart or more in the main fireworks display of man-cream had exploded into the room. Mike continued to cum as the repressed hot liquid ran out the slit and fell in long wet columns to the floor. After about two minutes, he felt both relieved and exhausted. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Good show, my muscle-god friend. Now it is time to receive your winnings and your antidote." Came the familiar voice, only this time, it was coming from directly behind Mike. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He turned almost overwhelmed with pleasurable exhaustion and looked down from the platform in instant shock. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]It was Mel speaking![/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Part 13: So It Seems[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Yes, I have been your sponsor all along." Said Mel to the incredulous, exhausted muscle giant before him. " And I must say that I have enjoyed all of this immensely." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"How? What? ?You!" Mike spurted out. Dan and Rick were both standing speechless also. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Well, it's really pretty simple. He began. "I told you that I (Mel) was the first experiment survivor. Muscle was always my dream, too. When I thought I had the testosterone splicing right, I took it myself and shared it equally as a special gift to my own lover. We both became quite a muscle sight. Unfortunately, we were as overwhelmed with our own desires for personal sexual gratification as your fellow competitors were. It was then I discovered about the subsequent muscle wasting and I had no good way to stop it. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike glanced up to the TV camera. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Oh, don't worry. Were off the air now." Mel confided. "I had prerecorded a little victory announcement - in case you won. I didn't think it was appropriate for all those people to see you getting all that gold. You never know who is out there anymore or what they might try to do if they figure out where the show is coming from. They think that you will be taken somewhere to get it. I had also done one if you had lost." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Anyway, back to my initial experiment." Mel said returning to the original train of thought. "Both of us began to loose size within a very short period of time after having sex. Not unlike what you had already begun to see in Ivan. My quest for muscle had caused me to loose sight of the fact that my lover was really all that was truly important to me. I'm sure Rick and Dan can relate to that." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"There was a third thing that I loved deeply, and that was money." He continued. "As the son of an Arabian Prince, I had always had access to wealth and it was something that I believed was my right to have. But I did not want to just inherit it, I wanted to do some real good in the world and deserve to make my own fortune. It occurred to me that steroid use and abuse was a growing problem. There were so many dangerous side effects, yet all these beautiful teenagers and professional bodybuilders were turning more and more to it's use. I hated the waste of lives that they were challenging. I was sure that I could find a natural solution to the desire to gain muscle and, thus, eliminate the risk. The money in this is enormous. I pursued the study of medicine. I studied hard and hit upon the testosterone splicing." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"I knew I had the solution when I developed the splicing system you all were on but I did not want to endanger anyone else so I decided to take it myself. My lover insisted that we do this together and I, foolishly, agreed." Mel went on with a hint of sorrow in his voice. "Our muscle growth accelerated and the results were quite spectacular for us. Within two weeks we were both up to almost 350 pounds and had the same muscular results many of your fellow competitors had seen. It was more luck than fate that we had agreed not to partake in sexual activities during the experiment time. We didn't want anything to interfere." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Our bodies became the same dense, cut, striated ones you have. I remember, at my peak having a 64" chest and 26" arms. My waist was only 32" and my cock was a full 15" long. My partner was only very slightly smaller than me. It was a wonderful time." Mel beamed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Then, after the two weeks of testing to which we had agreed, we elected to stop. It was hard, as you know." He continued with a knowing look. "You want to keep growing. But, we also were overcome by the desire to be together. Seeing two muscle giants with 15", always hard, penises in a raw sexual experience is something to behold, I assure you. We were animals in our lust for each other. We did our best to make it last as long as we could but, in truth, it probably wasn't as long as we felt it to be. The sight of watching Steve take all of Chen's 18" tool into his body brought back a flood of memories. We had not been nearly as dexterous. I think I was able to get about 11" or 12" in before I was overcome with the stimulation." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"We fondled and caressed each other's insanely hard muscles and played muscle games of which others could only dream. I remember how much thicker and sweeter my lover's cum tasted when he came. I had wanted to take it all in my mouth, but there was just too much - as you have seen." Mel went on. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Once we were faced with the truth, I immediately began my efforts to find a solution to the terrible shrinking we were undergoing. I worked night and day. The losses grew more and more rapid." Mel said with growing anxiety. "Fortunately for us, I hit on the right equalizing combination in time. In time to survive, but not in time to save our glorious bodies. Both of us were about the size you see me now." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Anyway, that was some time ago.' He said changing the course of his tone. "Now that I had it right, I wanted a test. It has worked and I can assure you, your other friends have all checked out fine. I am certainly pleased with the results and can now move forward to see if there is a way I can make this splicing work without the negative side effects during the process. Until then, public release is not possible. You have all been very helpful to me with that." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Huh, so we were all just your "test cases"?" Mike inquired. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Yes, and as I said, very successful ones." Mel smiled back. "Here, take your equalizer, and both of you, too." (He said turning and handing similar vials to Dan and Rick.) [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Now, it's time for you to receive your reward. That's twenty million dollars I believe I owe you - in gold." He continued with a glimmer in his dark eyes. "I had ten million of it brought over last night on the boat along with the antidote - just in case I needed it. My assistant brought it into the dining room during the show. I will arrange for you to get the rest. Shall we go and get the first installment now." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The muscle giant and the three others headed out the gym door and down to the dining room. Once again, Mel left them speechless. Ten million in gold was a lot of gold, but they never expected what they saw. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]It was Ivan! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"You said he had died!" they cried out simultaneously. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Yes, I know. I needed a bit of a hand and he was handy." Mel began the explanation. "When I saw the anger between Todd and Ivan, I became concerned. It hit too close to home. You see, my lover could not live with his loss of all that wonderful muscle that was so important to him. It was he who actually jumped from one of the bedroom windows back that long time ago. That is why the Master Suite is empty. I cannot bring myself to be there anymore. Anyway, I set Ivan up to be frightened about his pending muscle loss and used that as a means to keep the rest of you in line. In exchange, I secreted Ivan off the island the night before he was due to leave and gave him his antidote earlier than he would have otherwise gotten it. You can see that it was a good deal for him, too." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Indeed it had been. The Ukrainian looked almost as densely muscled and vascular as he had been when they first got there. He seemed quite pleased with this in spite of the fact that he was no comparison to any of the three remaining musclemen. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He came over with a broad smile and shook Rick and Dan's hands vigorously. Then he stepped up to the naked monolith of muscle who had left him awestruck even though he, too, had watched Mike on the closed circuit TV. Just like he had done with Todd, Ivan immediately placed his hands on one of Mike's gargantuan slabs of pec meat. Mike was still pumped and hard. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Is good! Is very, very good!' Ivan beamed pressing his hand hard into the unyielding flesh. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He shifted one hand down and took the equally hard nipple in between his fingers and began a slow, sensual massage. The other hand traced the outlines of ridges between muscled bundles of meat from the shoulder into the deep dark cavern at the midpoint of Mike's chest. Mike responded by flexing for the excited Ukrainian. This only made Ivan all the more desirous and determined. His one hand moved past the shoulder to the resting bicep. Mike raised that arm up and brought the huge monster to it's peak. TV had not done it justice. The bicep separated instantly into the vision of several striated balls with the highest peak in contact with the fist above it. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ivan moved his other hand so that both were on top of the steel arm bundles before him. Then he lifted his feet so that he was hanging from the rock of human flesh. Mike laughed out loud and lifted his arm, and Ivan, higher above the floor. Ivan proceeded to do a couple of chin-ups on this amazing arm. As he rose up, he let his tongue caress the hot, pulsing bicep meat and trip enticingly over the thick, solid veins. Mike enjoyed this very much indeed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Three things were noted by the three bystanders. First, both men seemed to be enjoying this a lot. Second, Ivan had one hell of a hard-on that had pushed his too short shorts up over it and was standing out full, erect and exposed. Third, Mike's extraordinary organ was beginning to rise to the occasion, too. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"The antidote doesn't take long to go to work." Informed Mel as he saw the look in the eyes of both Rick and Dan. "You should all be able to get hard in almost no time." [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The three of them decided it would be best to leave these two men alone. Mel needed to get ready to leave anyway and Rick and Dan wanted to go explore their own physical options again. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Once they left, Ivan and Mike spent the next hour experimenting on their own with new ways to use Mike's astounding new muscles. Ivan's shorts became history as he explored every inch of the mountainous god before him. Mike offered no sexual resistance but it was hard not to feel the resistance from each enormous and enormously hard muscle. This time Ivan was able to do the "pec press" with both hands resting on one gigantic pec. Mike loved the feel of having the Ukrainian bodybuilder's weight directly on the pec muscles. He began to move his arms in the motion of flat-bench flies as he laid on the floor and watched with sheer joy as Ivan's up-stretched body moved up and down several inches as his pec meat swelled up into a dense ball and then extended outward. Ivan enjoyed it just as much as he tried to dig his own muscle-trained strong fingers unsuccessfully into the pec flesh as his inverted body was pressed up and down by the impossibly thick mounds of rigid muscle. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Next, Ivan squatted down on top of one of the huge peaked biceps and massaged it between his butt cheeks as Mike flexed and extended that giant rock of arm meat. It felt absolutely amazing to both of them. Ivan felt as if his ass cheeks would be split in half as the extended ball of muscle curled up into the basketball sized boulder in between his own mass of solid butt muscle. Mike's muscle was so dense that it was inevitable that Ivan's ass had to either yield or be ripped apart. The stretch reached right down to Ivan's ass hole as Mike's biceps actually dilated the protective ring of muscle. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike permitted Ivan to be the first to feel the power and movement of the ridged globes of his deeply defined ass muscles. Ivan spent several minutes with Mike lying face-down on the table, kneading those gluteal marvels in an attempt to give them a good Ukrainian massage. Ivan's hands got the better part of the workout there. Mike clenched and relaxed permitting Ivan to reach deep into the chiseled, lined mounds and fondle the equally strong muscles surrounding Mike's inaccessible ass hole. Ivan stared in disbelief as his hand disappeared completely within the rhythmically vibrating volumes of meat. He had to keep his hand flat out of the fear that Mike would crush or break the bones of the fingers otherwise when he flexed his ass into steel hardness. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike even gave Ivan a bit of a show as he posed while holding on to bars of gold. The double bicep shot almost pushed Ivan over the edge unassisted as he could see the strong hands leaving their indentations in the heavy metal as the biceps grew visibly harder and harder. Mike did the same thing while positioning a bar between the forearm and flexed bicep. It was an indescribable moment for Ivan. Then Mike was able to hold three heavy bars, sticking straight out between his clenched pecs while standing, all at once. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Then came the real treat! Never before had Ivan been brought to orgasm by having his cock masturbated between another muscleman's muscle-tits. It took a while for Mike to exercise the right amount of control over the flexing and relaxing, but, done right, he could completely envelope Ivan's cock within the depth of his own cleavage and use the rhythmic movement of the various cords of muscle to stimulate the cock. He was able to release Ivan's dick just in time to catch most of the volley of warm cum with his tongue. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Now it was Mike's turn! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]He could sense that his own magnificent dick was ready to re-assume it's former level of rigidity. Ivan's ass had felt so good when the Ukrainian muscleman had enveloped his biceps with it. Mike knew that Ivan's ass hole had been stretched and warmed by his unique flexing massage. After fetching some cooking oil from the adjacent kitchen, he positioned Ivan at one end of the long dining table. Ivan, knowing what was in store, was both extraordinarily excited and deeply frightened. He bent over the table extending his own solidly muscled upper body forward as his feet extended down to the floor. Using every ounce of will power, he forced his now-spread ass cheeks and ass hole to relax as much as possible. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike was still only semi-hard as he positioned the end of his third leg by the inviting opening. Even in this state, the size of the tool had not been reduced much, it was just much more pliable. Using one hand, Mike guided the melon sized crown into the hole. Ivan winced in pain as the combination of fingers and man-meat claimed their trophy. The flared crown pushed through. What was easy entry to Mike, was wonderful, painful agony to Ivan. A little more oil, a little more pushing. More and more of the flesh vanished into the hot tunnel. As Ivan's ass got used to the stretch, the pain changed from extreme to erotic. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]More and more of this impossible pile-driver edged into the human plaything at Mike's disposal. Ivan winced yet again as over half of the god-rod invaded his interior. Non-to-soon, almost 20" of Mike's monument to manhood was resting inside Ivan. Then the real show began. The combination of the warmth and pressure being applied to Mike's dick from within Ivan's intestines caused it to move to it's former state of steel-pipe hardness. Ivan felt the pliable meat begin to change in consistency and demand victory over his insides. Three inches of diameter became four and then, finally, five-plus inches of rock inside Ivan's gut. It felt unbelievably painful and equally wonderful at the same time. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As it was growing harder, Mike's cock also began to reform itself into the beautiful up-swinging arc that went with it's stiffness. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ivan found himself holding harder and harder to the two outer edges of the table as the inhuman tool applied upward pressure from within his body. Mike felt this demand for upward movement, too, just as he had when the weights had been applied earlier. It was a feeling he now knew to love as it increased the sensual sensations within his mighty cock and newly filled balls. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"Just let go." He advised Ivan. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Slowly, finger by finger, Ivan complied. As he did, his feet moved on to their toes and then completely off of the floor. As the last two fingers left the safety of the table ledge, he watched as the table surface moved away from his face. Or, more accurately, as his body floated up and away from the table. It wasn't until his face was a full 1 ? feet above the table that Ivan fully understood that his entire body, like the weights before, was being supported in mid- air on Mike's astounding human lever of flesh. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike took a couple steps back from the table carrying Ivan with him, supporting all 230 pounds of muscleman at a slightly upward incline on his fully rigid dick. Ivan let out a painful groan as his body began to slip further onto the expanded steel post within him under the affect of his own body weight and gravity. Mike reached out and grabbed the impaled muscleman at the waist. He enjoyed the feel of Ivan's own solid mass of muscle. His fingers slide deliciously across the series of veins that were so unique to Ivan. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Slowly, Mike began to push the impaled, heavily muscled body away from him. Four or five inches of Mike's massive tool re-appeared from within Ivan's ass. Then Mike pulled the man back toward him; re- inserting those inches plus one or two more. Ivan's pain turned to astonished pleasure as he felt the giant cock and flared crown move up and down within him. Mike's maneuvers repeated themselves and turned into a rhythmic pattern. The pace increased as the length of the thrusts. Ivan was in another world as Mike turned him into his own personal human masterbation machine. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Now and again Mike would pause and let go with his hands for a moment to relish the feel of the weight of the impaled muscular tool hanging suspended from his prodigious cock. As the excitement built up within Mike's hot churning balls, the pace of his human pumping increased to match the growing animal desires. His body, still hard from the earlier muscle show, resumed the aura of pure sinew and solid, striated muscle. He could see the reddening hardness showing in all his muscles in the maximum size and density as he shifted his gaze back and forth between the embedded muscleman and his own unbelievable body. The rock-like muscles pulsed with the excitement he was experiencing. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Soon, the pace was fast and hard. Ivan was nothing more to Mike than a tool to be used to achieve his own need to be satisfied. As the movement quickened, Ivan found it necessary to close his eyes so as to avoid passing out from dizziness. As he vibrated up and down on the giant dick, he knew he had become hard again and felt it as the unbelievable pleasure from within forced him to shoot, yet again, spilling his large amount of cum over a wide area of the dining room floor floating below him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Even in his uncontrollable passion, Mike felt it as Ivan's ass and intestines responded by tightening around his steel pole as Ivan let loose with his own volleys of juice. This pushed Mike, as he had hoped, over the edge. An avalanche of cum broke free from within his super hot balls and poured down the endless tube. The first volume of the ejaculation was so forceful that it tore Ivan's body right out of Mike's hands and blew him off of the embedded rod. Ivan hit the floor hard, but caught himself with his own strongly muscled hands and legs. He felt the hot liquid flowing inside his gut and passed out in a state of pure heaven. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike was in no less of a state of feeling as the bare wood of the dining table became covered with a white liquid "tablecloth" of cum. If this was what was in store for Mike in the future, then all the pain, agony and suffering to get to where he now was as the greatest muscle and sex giant in the world was worth it! [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mike couldn't wait to get back home and begin his own rounds of sexual experimentation. Not only was he going to love all his perfect, new muscles as much as he knew the rest of the world would, but he pledged to himself that he would find equal joy in the use of his equally impressive new man meat. The world awaited the experience of his giant muscles and huge cock. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]At 1 PM the three survivors saw the boat pull up to the pier and Mel and Ivan set out along the path. The three had been given permission to stay another two days but ran out after them. There was so much more to know. So much more to understand. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]They caught up to Mel as he got into the boat. The pilot was preparing to cast off. Ivan smiled impishly at Mike from within the boat. He had one hell of a memory to carry back to work with Mel with him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mel laughed at the questions they shouted over to him without answering them and assured them all that there really wasn't anything more they needed to know right now and it was his preference to keep it that way. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"So that's it." Shouted Dan. "The two of us just go on with our lives and Mike gets to move forward as the most astounding muscle man ever create?' [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Mel's laugh was deep and hardy as the boat began to pull away. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]"You would like to think so, wouldn't you? You would like to think so?" He tossed back at them as his now all too familiar voice and the boat drifted away. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The three muscle statues stood motionless on the pier. A look of confusion crept across their faces one by one.[/COLOR]
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Ten Big Indians - chap.11

TEN BIG INDIANS

BY: JOHN

Chapter 11

The Show Must Go On

The choice was made at that dinner two days ago now. Mike had listened patiently at his options. The, then, 530 pound muscle survivor had had the chance to end the contest then; accept the a basic winnings of $2,000,000; and to move out into the world, fully restored by the equalizing elixir as the biggest muscled bodybuilder in the history of mankind. He also had the choice to keep taking the 4 doses per day for the remaining 3 days and packing on even more muscle. Finally, Mike was offered the opportunity to take any amount of dosage up to the maximum of 10 per day and become a god amongst gods of muscle.

With the last two choices, he was advised that, should he fail, as all the others had, to resist the still growing temptations of own animal lust, all would be lost to him and there would be no victor and no reward. He had begun to notice by that time that, even though he was getting four doses daily, he was not gaining at the rate of 40 pounds of muscle per day. It, in fact, had begun to drop and he had only gained 20 pounds in the preceding 24 hours. The host had noticed this, too and had concluded that there was, indeed, a limit that the human body seemed to have in the assimilation of the testosterone change.

While he said he did not know what this actual limit would be, the mystery voice had surmised that bone marrow and density seemed to be the driving force. While Mike?s muscles were becoming bigger and denser, the same thing had been happening to his bones so that all this strength and mass could be supported and used. After all, what good would those spectacular giant muscles be if the bones were so weak as to simply shatter as he tired to push his new limits of strength? But bone could only get so dense and the bone marrow could only produce so much of the equally important additional blood that the gargantuan body was now demanding. Therefore, according to the host?s theory, the body was creating it?s own set of limits.

If he had chosen to walk away at the time, he certainly could have done well with the couple of million offered. Mike, however, was not a quitter. As he pondered his selection, his sponsor told him of the final challenge awaiting him if he were to move forward. There would be a final display of his newly acquired strength and muscle and the amount he finally secured would be tied to that. If successful, Mike was to be awarded his strength equivalency in gold! The more weight he could support, the more he got, up to the full $10,000,000.

Mike thought about the money; his failed fellow challengers; Ivan; and his own desire to be big. Wasn?t that the point? To be the biggest muscle monster ever. He loved the body that had developed up to that point. Now he was being offered the chance to add maybe another 100 to 200 pounds of mind-boggling, dense, beautiful muscle and to get millions more just for doing that. It was only another few days. He could control his mighty cock until then! Couldn?t he?

In the end, the muscle opportunity was too much for him to pass up and Mike elected to take the full 10 doses for the next couple of days.

Now, here it was, the morning of the last day. The strength test was set to start at 10 AM. He had made it. He had taken the advice of Dan and Rick and had had them put the coverings up over all the mirrors in the gym and in his bathroom. Sure, he could see a lot just by looking down every day that his body was developing new huge quantities of muscle and his cock, certainly, was impossible to ignore. But Mike had not seen the results of his work since that dinner. Today, he would get to see the finished product. Today his muscle would finally be revealed to him ? and to the rest of the world!

The voice had told him that, if he made the choice to move on to the final contest on this final day, he had arranged for it to be shown on pay-per-view cable and that hundreds of thousands had signed up to see the unveiling of ?The greatest Muscle-God ever created in the history of the world?. So, our host was not a stupid man. Here he was, giving Mike an enormous sum of money and banking a considerable profit for himself, too, in the process. In fact, he had used some suggestive flash photo shots of some of Mike?s enormous muscles in advertising to taunt and stimulate the potential audience.

Mike was ready! Mike was pumped! He did not know exactly how this contest of strength would work, but he was sure that he could do it. After all, here he was, standing on the scale this morning. Bending to see over the top of his beyond-huge chest, he saw the arrow on the scale moved ever higher until it came to rest with the number 695 pounds in view. Six-hundred and ninety-five pounds of pulsating, human male muscle! Indeed, never had there been anything like Mike?s body. Now the whole world would finally respect him! And he was about to let them see what a total muscle package really was.

He had let himself sleep late this morning. It was past 8 when he got up. By 9 he was washed and out the door. His body rubbed loudly against the walls as he made his way down the now-too-small hallway to get something to eat. Dan and Rick were in the dining room when he got there. They still looked great, even at their current sizes of just under 300 pounds. At least they were able to get back into pairs of tight-fitting shorts. While this helped hide their inability to get aroused, the shorts showed that they still possessed invitingly desirable packages. They, too, were expected to help with the upcoming contest. After this, they would all be able to partake of the neutralizing agent. For Mike, it would lock in his amazing growth. For Dan and Rick, it would save them from any more loss.

Neither Dan nor Rick could believe the mountain of muscle that walked into their presence this morning. He had barely fit through the dining room?s large double door. They knew that Mike had not seen himself for over 2 days now and hoped that he was prepared to handle what he would see once the coverings been removed from the mirror in order to permit him to witness his own beautiful muscle being. They dared not say anything to him out of fear of over-stimulating him. They had come to like Mike. He had treated them well and they wanted him to win this contest - whatever it was.

At a few minutes before ten, the voice came back to life and told them to make their way to the Gym. When they walked in, they noticed that Mel had apparently been very busy since there was an empty platform in the middle of the room. The voice told Mike to stay where he was by the entry door into the gym. Dan and Rick were sent to each side to where the leading edge of the cloths over the mirrors began. The voice advised them that the show would be starting in just about one minute. It seemed liked the longest minute he had ever experienced to Mike.

Then it started.

?Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the world?s greatest muscle spectacular!? He began. ?Today, you are about to witness the most mind-boggling display of human muscle and strength ever offered anywhere. Over $10,000,000 are at stake?

?You are cautioned that this display will be so breath-taking that those of you with weak hearts or other physical conditions that may result in negative physical response to any stress to your heart may wish to tune out now. You are warned that this display will be fully nude and involves images of human arousal beyond your wildest ability to comprehend until you see it. You will understand why these announcements are necessary once we bring our muscle giant forward onto your screens - if you dare to stay tuned!?

The voice went on for about five more minutes. He taunted and played with the excitement and tension of the viewing audience. Then he proceeded to explain the muscle building challenge but left out the part about the participation of the other nine men. He also explained that Mike had not even seen his own body results for the past few days. Once the host had the audience sufficiently teased and appropriately up to speed on what had lead up to this moment, he issued one final warning and then introduced..

?Mike, the muscle wonder of the world!?

A bright spot lit up the center platform. The announcer asked for Mike to move to and onto the platform. He strode forward, climbed the three steps and moved to the middle of the platform and turned, as he was being instructed to do, to one side to face a large, remote control operated camera in front of an arc of covered mirrors. Mike stood there for what seemed like forever in as relaxed a pose as his massive body would permit. He heard and saw the camera move from side to side and then tilt down slowly and back up. The voice had cut off it?s sound into the room and it became obvious that Mike was being displayed and described to the viewing public. Finally, the sound came back on.

?Yes, ladies and gentlemen, everything you see before you is real.? He said. ?Six-hundred and ninety-five pounds of pure, grade A+ muscle. As I told you, Mike has not seen his own body for over two days. Now it is time for us to reveal his form to him. This will be his first test.?

?Mike,? the voice said directly to him ?Your audience awaits your reaction. As they know, and as you will now know, if you should happen to ejaculate at any point during this program before you have finished your ultimate test of strength, the contest will be over. Right now, you have a guaranteed $2,000,000. You may agree to take that now, or you may risk it and have us remove the coverings from the mirrors so that you can see yourself. Remember, if you ejaculate, you will loose everything. It is your choice, what is it you want to do? $2,000,000 right now, or move forward and remove the coverings?

?I came this far to win it all.? Mike said confidently. ?I want to see what I have created! I will prove that I deserve to win it all!?

?Then that is what it will be.? Responded the host. ?Gentlemen, remove the mirror coverings.

With that, Rick and Dan pulled at the end sheet and all the sheets that Mel had apparently rigged together fell off the mirrors to the floor at once. Mike?s body reacted immediately to the vision that came into focus before his eyes. He visibly tensed with shock. This only resulted in sending a second immediate wave of muscle-vibrating shock through his whole system as he saw this literal mountain of muscle become instantly alive with dense striations and veins everywhere across and around it?s surface. Mike flew backwards a couple of steps in instant reaction. His feet stepped back to the very edge of the platform and he began to totter backwards. Hands and arms flew forward to help regain some balance. All Mike saw was indescribable amounts of dense, packed muscle shooting ever further outward and upward as he flailed. Each unbalanced movement resulted in a display of size and muscle thickness that boggled all the human senses. As he struggled to regain his footing, Mike was unable to take his eyes off of the living column of huge muscle in the mirrors before him. Even he had difficulty accepting that this much muscle could be real.

As he got his footing and composure back, he felt the reaction within his balls as the excitement of this vision reached deep into his raw sexual desire to react to the glory of the image. His cock and balls, those massive amazing bags of manliness he was seeing through the mirror right in front of him, shuttered into visibly vibrating reaction as he found himself wanting to release a sexual explosion at the mere sight of this total package of muscle standing there. He tried to focus on the money and the ultimate victory as he worked to bring his mind into control. Then he just began to stare - to stare at what he, himself, had become.

He was beyond human! Way, way beyond human! He was beyond amazing! Mike could find no fitting words to apply to the wonderful, monstrous image of him before him.

The host?s voice finally broke the thoughts. ?Our winner on guessing how much Mike weighs in at it is Mr. Mitch Thomas of Allentown, Pennsylvania. Mitch guessed 662 pounds. Actually, as I mentioned before, Mike is, believe it or not, a full 695 pounds. Thanks to all of you who entered and congratulations to Mitch, You get three full days, all expenses paid and tickets to the next Mr. Olympia show. More winners are on the way, so stay tuned.?

?Now, let?s get a closer look at this monument to muscled manhood.? Teased the announcer.

After another silent moment of the camera lens adjusting and shifting as it, apparently, gave the viewers various close-ups on the massive muscles before them as Mike returned to the center of the platform, the voice finally continued again.

?Well, it seems our ultimate muscleman here has survived the first challenge of seeing himself and now, let?s get on to the next phase.? The voice continued. ?If we can have our two assistant come forward with the tape, we?ll start the measuring right away. Mike, how about giving us a nice double bicep pose and tensing those legs as we begin our measuring down there.?

Mike did as instructed. He raised both arms up extending parallel out with the floor and began to move them at the elbows while he moved one leg forward of the other and began to tighten all the muscles in the front leg. As he tensed more and more of his body, his skin became almost non-existent. Fibers of steel-hard muscles formed everywhere. Striations and cross striations yielded to individual threads and cords of voluminous muscle.

As he fought to bring his forearms perpendicular to his upper arms, he tightened his forward calf muscle as Dan and Rick moved close with the tape outstretched. Sweat was pouring from their faces as they showed just how difficult it was to be standing in the presence of this much pure, perfect muscle. Their inability to attain an erection or to cum had not affected their sexual desires to love and cherish every one of the stupendous muscles now swelling to breathtaking size and hardness right before their eyes. And now, they were about to get the chance to touch and fondle this living god.

Wrapping the tape slowly around the widest part of the calf muscle, Mike put all his thoughts into flexing it as tightly as possible. He could feel them laying the tape against the meat, but, even as they pulled it tightly around to ensure the most accurate measurement, the sheer density wouldn?t permit the slightest yielding. Dan and Rick took every opportunity to feel and hold this mound of meat as they rounded it with the tape. It wasn?t just hard, it was chiseled hard! The tape came back around to where it began. Dan called out the 33? dimension in a loud but audibly shaking voice.

?A 33? calf muscle!? announced the speaker. ?It?s unheard of in muscle history. And this is just the beginning - a ?minor? muscle at that. Imagine the power in these calf muscles. Look at them! Let?s get a close-up of those striations. (The camera lens moved and twisted.) Just look at the way each one flair?s out and dives back sharply between the knee and ankle! Come-on Mike, flex those diamonds for us.?

And so he did. Mike moved his foot up and down. As he did so, the huge body of the calf muscle lengthened and then bunched up into a series of diamond hard cut ridge lines. The veins grew more pronounced as the muscle needed to be fed more and more blood. Mike felt his balls churning once again as his arousal responded to the sight of the living breathing chunk of muscle he was controlling. He could feel the strength all the way through into the central depth of the meat.

?Now, viewers, let move on to the thigh muscles of the upper leg.?

Mike tensed.

?My God! Oh, my God! Have you ever seen anything like that!? The host boasted. ?Why, no, of course not! No one has thighs like Mike?s. Look at those marvelous muscles. Look at how deep those trenches are where the main muscles join together. You can see each and every bundle and rope of solid muscle. You can even see the veins pulsing to the beat of his heart.?

Sure enough, the scale and depth of the newly tensed muscles was so overwhelming that, certainly, thousands of the viewers were probably achieving orgasm at the sight before them. The camera lens twisted as it focused in closer on this grouping of thick, rich muscle-turned-rock.

Dan put his hand into the crevasse that the muscles had formed. It must have been 2? deep just there right above the kneecap. The swell of muscle stood out a full 6? from the knee. They brought the tape up as Mike, again, flexed the leg muscles into iron hard stiffness. They wanted to move the tape up as high as they could without touching the marvelous ball sacs that still vibrated rhythmically at the excitement they, too, were enjoying. Around the leg the tape went. Dan and Rick relished the chance to be running their hands over all this stone-like man-flesh. Mike?s body was as hard to the touch as it appeared. They fondled each ridge and each valley as they moved the tape across this vast expanse of human steel. Even now, with one foot moved forward, the sheer volume of the muscle caused the meat of the inside of both legs to join together for most the distance from the groin to the knees. Dan and Rick sawed through the dense touching leg tissues as best as they could with the tape, using all their considerable strength to get it level and smooth as high up as possible. The sensation sent more shivers of delight through Mike?s body. His mighty cock responded with several noticeable twitches. The tape rejoined itself at the 48? mark.

?Now that?s a hunk of leg folks! A solid, deep and hard 48? the announcer shouted. ?His leg is 4 full feet around! And we?re not nearly done. If you ain?t hot yet, just wait! Let?s get to that waist measurement right away. Do you think it?s as small as it looks or is it all just an illusion created by the scale of all that other astounding muscle he?s carrying on that 6?-4? frame? It takes a lot of meat to add up to almost 700 pounds.?

Sure enough, the waist was still only 32? around. He had gone back up a couple of inches from it?s smallest measurement, but with what it had to support, being only 32? was indeed amazing. But there could be no doubt that the abdominal muscles were perfectly capable of doing their share of the muscle-work. Each of the 5 pairs of abs set out sharply from the channels carved into Mike?s stomach. It was as if someone had made copies of Uluru mountain in Australia, shrunk them down and then set them under Mike?s skin. The obliques on each side were steel arrows of interwoven muscle pointing linearly to his groin area and dying suddenly and darkly into the leading bottom edge of each lat at the other end.

?Come-on now, Mike. Let?s let out those lats and pump up those pecs! It time to go for the big dimension. Show us how big you can blow those muscles up.? Taunted the host.

Mike inhaled deeply as he forced himself to both push the lat muscles out as far as possible and tensed the chest into it?s own form of rock hardness. Both Dan and Rick gasped audibly at the site. Never had anyone seen a chest so big and hard. Thick was not a sufficient adjective anymore to what pronounced it?s presence before them. The downward pointing nipples grew as hard as the pecs themselves as they jutted outward under the demand of the muscle for all the space. Mike?s body was so lean and the skin so thin that even his nipples had lines of striations darting through them. They stood there proudly inviting you to challenge them with your fingers and mouth while, simultaneously warning you of their intent to win.

Dan reached up with the leading end of the tape. His widespread hand covered less than 1/3rd of the width of the pec-meat being offered to him. His other palm was lost on the underside of the protruding man-tits. Both mounds dove into invisible obscurity in the cleavage between them. As he applied the tape across the great rounded plain of the other pec, Rick guessed each pec to be 8? to 9? thick at the middle. He pressed his hand onto the muscle. Nothing yielded at all. They weren?t actually round, they were much too ridged and corded to be called that. Each muscle bundle within the volumes of tit-meat moved back in and out again under the skin visibly separate from the next bundle. All of these were then welded into a giant, high, steel fan. Where the muscles joined at the middle, they looked hard enough to crush the hand of anyone dumb enough to have put it in there. Veins writhed across the surface as Mike twitched and flexed, forcing them to find what room they could between the surface of the impenetrable meat and the tightly stretched onion-paper thin skin. Rick hated leaving the touch of the heat-producing meat machines, but continued moving the tape around

The muscle now facing him was so large as to suggest that it deserved it?s own zip-code. Each huge, curving lat was the size of a chunk of a truck tire from an 18-wheeler. They were thicker than a fully inflated tire, too. The lat meat rolled up, out and away from the tiny waist until the entire torso was over 4? across just below where the triceps joined in.. The two assistants each walked half way around the behemoth of muscle as the tape exchanged hands as it moved across his body with their fingers. Nothing yielded to their feel. They could feel it all continue to expand and swell as Mike pumped harder and harder. They could feel it move further outward, and then, once it secured it?s additional space, refuse to give any of it back. Mike felt like a giant growing boulder. The meat began to turn redder as the blood flooded in to help with the pump. Mike swooned them with one last big crunch as they worked to bring the tape back together in the front on top of one of the massive mounds of pec meat.

?One-hundred and one inches!? screamed the announcer. Almost eight and one-half feet of thick, blood pumped, carbon-steel muscle meat! Imagine, you could put two normal sized bodybuilders in that one chest!?

Mike almost came at the announcement. His chest and back were over 3 times as big as his waist. He flexed each pec individually and gawked at himself as he watched first one, then the other, shift and move several inches as the meat relaxed and then pounded itself into an infinite number of tightly corded wads. He could feel the pecs rubbing against one another inside the deep cleft as he ground their masses together. He could feel the bumping over of one bundle of pec muscle as it jostled over the corresponding bundle in the other pec. The feeling of his own muscle against his own muscle was yet another new level of sensual arousal. His cock jumped dangerously high as it responded to the new sensation. He wanted to reach down and feel the power and rigid texture for himself. Mike?s nipples begged to played with. Instead, he had to make do with sensing the internal feelings of raw power as he felt inside his massive tit-muscles with his brain.

And how his lats could extend out that far and be that thick was beyond even Mike?s comprehension. They dove into his upper waist at almost a horizontal and made a deep shadow line where they joined the obliques. Mike moved his shoulders back slightly, pulling part of the lat meat back with them. He could feel his correspondingly huge back muscles bunch up and rub themselves together now, much as he had felt between his pecs. Bringing his shoulders forward again and locking them into place, the lats spread even wider. The torso demanded that the tape yield once more. Dan called out a correction to 102?.

He was a vision from muscle heaven!

?What do you say we ?Go for the show?, the show muscle that is!? the host moved on. ?It?s bicep time! Let?s load up those cannons, Mike.?

Mike refocused his mind on his arms. They sprung back into full action as his attention was drawn back to the raised biceps and clinging triceps. Sharp muscle was replaced by pure sinew as enhanced density crashed through the meat of the upper arms. Mike?s own eyes became the guide as they traced the road map of the main vein traversing the mountain range of shoulder muscle and looped into the joint where triceps meets bi. Other rivers of blood poured into the great vein from above and below forming major tributaries flowing in the rounded bumps in the skin above the all-too-solid dense fibers below. These blood canals bumped up and down into the meat as the various strands formed into cables within the biceps rounding higher and higher as they were laid in visible clusters of coiled strength, one on top of another.

The football sized and shaped front part of the bicep projected forward by it massive volume and cast a dark shadow over the top of the even larger front body of the triceps. It looked as if someone had jammed a basketball into the football on top as the back portion formed the higher peak over the football. It reached clear up to the bottom of the fist. The veins made the jump from one ball to the other, pulling the overly tight skin away from the muscle fibers as they crossed, threatening to tear the skin right off of the body of pure muscle. The upper ball was as round from front to back as it was from side to side. It was impossible to imagine any more muscle being added because there was simply no space left. Massive could not be used to describe the marvel of the huge, bulging bicep!

The triceps clung like hardened lava flows to the underside of the arms. It appeared as if you could cut yourself on it?s rigid hardness. Roll after roll of cabled cord spiraled back from the end at the elbow to the intersection with the lats. The bi?s and tri?s fought with the other muscles to all find space where they had to come together. The triceps appeared to be about twice the bulk of the huge biceps and equally hard. The veins on the surface pumped in and out in spurts taking blood back to the pump that would send it out to bring back more food for the screaming behemoth of meat.

Rick moved the tape to the top of the mighty peak. He put his hand full and forceful on the top and, taking advantage of his situation, attempted to squeeze hard and with obvious force. Nothing gave. The peak held solid. The veins filled out even more in response. The muscle fibers corded themselves even more and resisted any attempt to be even slightly repositioned. The arm felt hard, it felt more than solid, it pulsed and commanded reverence. No bicep had ever been so inviting and so resisting both at the same time. The sculptor smiled as the bicep showed that it was, indeed a working masterpiece.

Rick let the tape fall to the back. Then catching it from below, brought it around under the widest part of the triceps. He slowly stroked the volume of meat as he rubbed his fingers along it?s circumference bringing the tape back up the front of the monstrous display. As Rick?s fingers approached the top to other hand holding the leading end of the tape, Mike forced one more crunch making the peak push Rick?s upper fingers into his clenched fist as the bicep shot amazingly higher. Finally, Rick connected the two ends of tape and read the number with complete disbelief.

?There you have it, folks.? The host announced with glee. ?A man, a human demigod with a 42? upper arm. Can you imagine the damage that that much dense meat is capable of doing? Forty-two steel hardened inches of mounded glory - all on the arm of one, single muscle machine!?

Rick couldn?t resist running his fingers over the entire length of the astounding upper arm as he wound the tape off. He wanted to shoot a load right there and then, but, of course, he couldn?t.

Mike just looked longingly at himself and his raised arms in the mirrors. He could feel the heat moving inside his packed, cramped arm muscles. Then he felt the heat growing again in his groin. He looked down and caught the sight of a drop of precum leaking out of his piss-slit. He forced himself to look away and to concentrate on the contest. His balls continued to churn and stir the vats of liquid being held inside. His cock jumped two or three times. The drop of precum turned into a small flow. Mike forced himself to crunch down on his mighty muscles harder still. The feel of the sheer muscle straining against itself worked. Mike?s thoughts moved back to the muscle and away from the boiling liquid of manhood.

None of this display had escaped their host.

?Well folks, we had a close call there.? It seems our muscle god is just another very healthy human male after all. You saw that giant tools? response to its? own muscle?and quite a tool it is, huh? Shall we see just how big that thing is, too? Do you think you can handle being handled, Mike? I think our able bodied assistants are anxious and ready!.?

Dan moved over on the platform. For a moment he just stared at the monstrous appendage before him. It was unearthly. The cock stood straight out and slightly upward as it had now for over a week. Large was not the word. Hard was not the word.

The camera lens refocused and aimed directly along the length and breath of the mighty pole. It was, clearly, no less solid than the mounds of muscle anywhere else on Mike?s magnificent body. The fibers of it?s musculature showed as densely through the virtually non-existent skin as from every other piece of meat on the body. Veins danced along in meandering patterns. Regardless of their number, they seemed perfectly placed and sized to enhance the desire to feel and possess this organ that had a life of its own. The camera zoomed in on the gigantic ball sacs for a moment. They had swelled to the size of two sixteen-inch softballs. Both sacs vibrated with excitement as they whipped the heavy cream inside to keep it warm and ready.

The steel reinforced shaft tapered gently as it moved from it?s anchored connection at the harden groin to the flaring backside of the crimson crown. The staff darted in more over it?s last couple of inches to crash into the head. The collar stood out bright and hard all the way around on the top and sides inviting you to cup your hands into that most sensitive of joints. The cap formed a vision of pleasure as it curved into the triangular sweep down toward the yawning gape of the piss-slit. The entire tool stood there ready and wanting to be released. But, hopefully for Mike, that would not happen just yet.

Dan pushed the tape into the small tuft of hair on top at the groin trying to be sure that he would get the most accurate measurement. He stretched the tape smoothly across the upper surface as he slid his fingers along the hot, sensitive, horizontal tower. Mike shivered at the joy of the sensation. His balls rumbled again. Dan came to the cap and lifted a finger to the top of the outer ring of hard but tender flesh. Mike shook where he stood. Dan paused as he, too, felt the quaking from within the shaft. Mike fought for control as a second round of precum forced it?s way out of the hole at the end. Then Dan continued with the tape to the spot where the clear liquid now sat. The camera zoomed in.

?Twenty-eight and one-half inches! Have you ever seen such a symbol of virile manhood in your life!? The host beamed.

Dan unable to help himself, pushed down on the cantilevered head. Nothing moved. He pushed harder, strain showing on his face. Still, nothing moved. He stood there in disbelief and then he went to push again. Before he could, Mike reached out and quickly pulled his hands off of his tool. The excitement was almost too much. He knew that it would not have take much more for him to have lost it, and in the process, lost everything.

?There you have it folks. Muscle like it has never been seen before. All real, all man! The voice stepped back in. ?You know it?s real now, but just how strong is it? Mike, are you ready for the final challenge? The one for the real money? Tell you what, I?ll give you $3,000,000 if you walk away right now! Or, if you?re ready to take on the test of strength, you can go for the full $10,000,000. Last chance, so what will it be, Mike??
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