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Tony and the Submarine The Submarine Having disabled the first sub and humiliated its crew, Tony began his pursuit of the other sub, the "Brute Strength." It was moving rapidly away from the coast, with a good head start having abandoned it's comrades in the first sub, not knowing their fate and not much caring. He could hear its engines and began swimming toward it, fully confident of catching up shortly, it's nuclear powered propellers no match for the power of his muscle. The encounter with the first sub was a disappointment - he overpowered it so easily he practically yawned. Killing the MP and the captain had only whet his appetite for destruction, and his scruples about killing the crew had prevented him from ripping the sub apart then and there, which might have given him the workout his muscles craved, it being days since he "worked out" with the armored vehicle, managing only one good rep before it crumpled under his power. He had no such scruples with the "Brute Strength" however, crewed only by sadistic, murderous muscle paramilitaries with many "disappearances" of hard-working peasants under their belt. As he swam he imagined the pump he could get from a rep or two with a nuclear sub, and his speed slowed slightly as his "rudder" began causing some resistance. No matter, he just plowed the water a little faster, not even a touch of fatigue, the rush of water across his muscles and iron pole adding to the sensuality of his pursuit. He loved that they were trying to escape, it really brought out the predator in him, the towering feeling of strength and power and invincibility driving him on faster and faster. He hoped the "Brute Strength" would live up to its name and give him a stimulating challenge, something worthwhile for him to overwhelm, to outmuscle, to fuck, to crush, to kill, and destroy? He was still a few miles behind the sub when he came across a group of enormous great white sharks, in a feeding frenzy. Feeling a little mischievous and very hungry (not having eaten anything in over an hour) he stopped near the biggest shark of the group. He splashed wildly to imitate a seal in distress, and the enormous shark swam full tilt toward its intended meal. As the primitive eating machine was about to reach him at the surface, to swim by taking the traditional "test" bite, Tony grabbed its top fin, stopping the enormous fish cold. Straddling it's back with his huge thighs wrapped around its body, the animal just under the surface of the water, he let the shark struggle wildly for awhile, fighting futilely against the huge weight and strength of his tormentor. Tony's already erect cock was hardening even more at the pleasant stimulation the helpless shark was giving his balls and thighs as it thrashed and swam for it's life. He would have squeezed his thighs together harder, but he wasn't quite finished playing with his food yet. Leaning over, he stretched his enormous arm out in front of the enraged and terrified beast, and in desperation it chomped down around the top of his bicep, the only part of that monstrous muscle it could get his maw around. Tony smiled feeling the crunch as the shark teeth broke off completely against the muscle, the fish tenaciously holding on. Growing a little bored at the shark's persistence, and still hungry, he started to flex his bicep. It started to grow and bulge at his command, slowly at first. As the superhuman muscle expanded disgustingly, Tony delighted at the sound of the crackling of jaw bone and ligaments as the shark's once mighty death-dealing mouth was slowly being forced open beyond anything it had been designed for. In agony, the shark thrashed more wildly than ever, and the added muscle stimulation and grinding against his balls, the feeling of his absolute dominance over the huge beast brought out his mean streak, and pushed him to finish the shark off. With a slight scowl and a final hard flex, the shark's head just exploded, blood and bone and teeth and brain flying apart. As the gore settled in the water, the now non-existent head was replaced by his triumphant mega-bicep, glistening in the sunlight, huge and harder than titanium. Happily, the delightfully desperate thrashing of the now headless shark became even stronger, driven by the primitive nervous system housed in the mighty fish's spine. The musclebeast chuckled and groaned slightly at the pleasure he felt dry-humping the dying fish, smirking arrogantly as he felt it sinking lower under his massive weight, no longer able to support it. Soon the shark's thrashing weakened, and disappointed it didn't have more fight left, Tony flexed his massive thighs, crushing down on what was left of the fish, snapping its spine. Finally, his meal lay still beneath him. His stomach growling, he started ripping huge chunks of flesh and bone off the carcass, and chowed down on kilo after kilo of fish until he had consumed the entire shark: bones, fins, everything . (He had always imagined himself something of a gourmet, and preferred his sushi very fresh). After the last biteful, he rubbed his hand sensually over his disgustingly bloated belly, loving the feeling of warm fullness he felt there, knowing his muscles would soon be absorbing the massive quantities of protein they needed to maintain their mega strength and density. He floated on his back for awhile, groaning with the pleasure of the kill and a full gut, his huge, brown muscles glistening in the tropical sun, his legs and arms spread wide in sensual abandon. Remembering the sub, he stretched - he was fueled and ready for a real workout. Looking down at his huge, white shark-filled belly, he flexed his boulder abs slowly, the muscle contracting down on the hundreds of kilos of gulped fish, compressing the mass under tons of muscle pressure, slowly bringing his granite hard six pack back into view. Patting his now relatively flat but muscle-bouldered abs, he returned to his pursuit of the sub. He caught up with his prey in less than an hour. He could feel the whir of its engines through the water. Sensing it was a about a mile ahead and a few hundred feet under, and not having any particular reason to bring the sub to the surface, he decided to confront it in its own territory, where his ultimate domination and destruction of it would be that much more complete and satisfying. He stopped swimming and started filling his lungs with air. The water around him became choppy as gale-force winds were kicked up as he inhaled. As he drew in steadily, over several minutes, thousands of cubic meters of air were compressed into his mega lungs, his bulging, grinding pecs providing the mountain crushing pressure necessary to keep in. As he reached capacity, or at least enough air for him to function comfortably underwater for several hours, he relaxed his upper body, satisfied with his exertions. The enormous pressure the air was under in his lungs raised its temperature to hundreds of degrees centigrade, which the Tony experienced as a pleasant, sensual warmth in his mighty chest. He dove beneath the now very churned-up water, and started making his way toward the sub. As soon as the doomed vessel came into view, it metallic bulk churning through the water, he became hornier than hell. Every muscle twitched and flexed and started pumping up, covered in garden hose-size veins, his whole body morphing into a mega-erection of rock-hard muscle. His dick had never been so hard and huge. Finally, the workout he had craved for so long. As he started closing in on what for him was his latest piece of exercise equipment, there was a blast of bubbles from the rear of the sub - a torpedo had been launched and it was headed his way fast. Soon after another was fired. This crew attacked and asked questions later. He'd do the same, except he wasn't going to be asking any questions. The first torpedo he just grabbed, stopping it cold, loving the feeling of it fighting to go on, it's powerful propeller whirring uselessly against his hulking, vein-encrusted, unmoving arm muscle. Unfortunately, it was not powerful enough to give him any appreciable resistance, so he just held it, bored, until the engine finally died, and releasing it, it sank harmlessly into the black depths. Determined to get some kind of a workout, even a minor one, he easily caught the other torpedo, and even while it struggled frantically away, he placed his left hand over the tip, his right over the propellor end and began compressing the relatively puny weapon in on itself. The engine gave out almost immediately, the propeller grinding harmlessly against his hand, the gears burning out. Since the torpedo was relatively long, and his hands were about parallel with his shoulders, his toy was able to put up some initial resistance, but when his pecs finally noticed what was going on, flexing slightly, the whole thing crumpled in on itself so fast that even the explosion was compressed ineffectually between his hands. Well, that's that, he thought. On to the main attraction? Reaching the hull of the submarine, he was curious to see for himself just how strong this thing was built. He didn't want to destroy it too easily - his workout would be ruined. Making a fist he slammed it down on the top of the hull. The submarine shuddered noticeably, swaying back and forth, it's navigation system destroyed by the love tap, but the hull, while dented, hadn't collapsed. Tony grinned, finally something to stand up to his strength, at least long enough to get what he wanted. Grabbing the top of the hull, his fingers sinking into the thick steel, he pulled himself- no - he pulled the submarine to HIM, wrapping his legs around the hull, being careful, despite the eagerness of his muscles, not to apply too much pressure yet. This took stupendous willpower, as his legs pulled his thighs and butt and balls into contact with the cold steel, stimulating him no end. After some satisfying, and not too destructive, grinding of his butt and balls into the hull, it was time to focus on his workout. "Looks like a back and shoulders day, with some minor biceps, triceps and definitely pecs," he thought happily. "Should get something out of this for my glutes and thighs, too, although they're so strong?" Despite the size and reinforced steel of the submarine, he could really only expect to get one, possibly two good reps before there'd be little left but a crushed and torn and useless hull. He needed to get the most out of that rep. Closing his eyes in concentration for a moment, organizing the workout in his mind, he opened them again and started leaning forward, his muscle butt rising slightly off the hull, his mighty arms reaching around, stretching as far as he could reach. His arms and shoulders then pulled his torso solidly against the hull, and he adjusted his thighs to bring his dick and balls hard into the steel. As if this wasn't enough to send the musclemonster over the top, he could hear sounds inside the submarine, sounds of panic and terror and confusion. "Oh yeah - this is perfect! I'm not gonna miss a thing!" He loved to think of the crew fighting for its life while he used the sub to give himself a real nasty pump. "Oh yeah!?.This is going to be good?.real REAL good." He could tell there was a lot of activity down below his chest, lots of scurrying around. He figured it must be the engine room. "How about a little fun before I start my workout - a little warm-up." Pulling himself even more solidly into the hull, he started slowly flexing his mega pecs - his control incredible. As his pecs began their unstoppable swelling, the hull putting up a good fight but losing quickly, he could hear the terrified screams of the engine room crew. He smirked as he imagined them looking up as his mighty pecs began flexing their way in, crumpling the solid steel ceiling, leaving a perfect impression of their massiveness, muscle stacked on muscle, his giant erect nipples poking in, stretching and stressing the steel to the breaking point. Feeling he was more than "warmed-up" enough, with a look of deadly determination on his rugged, handsome face, he started slowly arching his back while gripping the hull in an unyielding embrace. Bringing his shoulders and pecs into action, as well as his glutes, his intentions were being made very clear to the submarine and crew. He groaned as he unleashed more and more power into the pull, hugely stimulated by the sub's pesky resistance to his onslaught. As he ramped up, his muscles swelling beyond anything he had ever experienced, his dick followed along, growing and hardening into the hull. Suddenly an explosion of bubbles shot out from the Tony's nose and mouth as he roared, his head thrown back, his back flexing stupendously, and now, effectively. Throwing all his power into the ring, the hull began to bend and collapse as he dragged the front end of the sub up with his torso. Back, back, back, he pulled, his shoulders mounding up monstrously, his bloated, veiny, disgustingly huge biceps getting into the act, drawing back with even more power. His thighs, over eager and overstimulated, started crumpling the hull between them, compromising his attempt to maintain the integrity of the hull as long as possible. Miraculously, it held. He could sense the scurrying and panic of the men inside the sub which just spurred him on. He was slowly bringing half the sub up with him, occasionally meeting resistance but then, arching his back and roaring, he would feel great CRRRAAACCKKS and explosions as the resistance gave in delectably to his strength and the sub continued to bend back and up, it's spine near the breaking point. As his rippling back reached it's vertical position, he gloated over his triumph over the tons of steel. The pump in his arms and shoulders and chest - practically every muscle in his enormous body - was fantastic, and he felt stronger than he ever had in his life. The tons of pressure he had brought to bear on his crotch, however, the incredible pleasure powered by the weight of an entire sub being ground into his dick and balls, caused his hips to buck slowly and powerfully and destructively. Squeezing his mighty arms into the hull, his dick started grinding into the steel, busting slowly through the steel and finally RAMMING into the huge engine. The resistance of the mass of metal was much greater and more satisfying than anything the steel of the sub's hull could provide. The engine was superheated, too, from being run too fast for too long in the futile attempt to outrun the musclegod. He savored every thrust as he slowly but surely ground to engine into a ruin of crushed and torn steel. He could feel the sub listing pathetically to one side, it's stabilizing power annihilated by Tony's fucking. He hoped it would hold up long enough for him to climax - he still had a ways to go. Very little water was entering the crippled and dying sub as his dick continued to expand into the hole he had blasted through the hull, sealing it off. Men were cowering in a corner of the sub, overwhelmed by the sounds of the crushing and grinding of the hull and the spectacle of the giant cock destroying everything in its path, ramming again and again, the blasts deafening everyone on board. Growling and grunting, Tony had never felt so much power and strength coursing through every inch of his mighty and still expanding, monstrously muscled body. He was an invincible god of destruction, and nothing on earth could stop him. And as his mighty, instinct driven hips thrust rhythmically, slamming mercilessly into the crumbling sub, mega pleasure coursing through every vein, he looked down and ROARED as he imagined the Earth instead of the sub between his thighs, slowly crushing the entire planet between them, his cock busting through to the super heated magma, every god-like muscle flexing hugely, sucking the gravity out of the dying planet to feed his body with more and more power and strength, the puny planet crumbling, collapsing under his slamming, crushing assault, until he absorbed it all, until nothing was left but his strength, his power, his muscle, his fucking?. fucking? It was too much, and after a few massive, steel ripping finishing thrusts, his cock slowed ominously for a moment, the head flexing hugely - busting open what was left of the engine - and then everything inside the sub went white as a Saturn rocket blast of cum exploded out. The helpless sub filled up quickly - screaming, drowning, dying men everywhere, tidal waves of mega-cum crushing their bodies under unimaginable pressure. Full of his muscle jism, the pressure continued building, as more and more was pumped into the hull from his mighty super-pressurized balls. Groaning and squeezing in with his pumped, bloated, unstoppable thighs, his hips bucking destructively, Tony noticed stress cracks starting to form and the hull begin to swell like an inflating balloon. Grinning, he increased his pounding, his ecstasy clouding his vision., his lust making him unstoppable and mean. Finally the relatively fragile hull could take no more and exploded, huge chunks of destroyed submarine, crushed human bodies and great clouds of cum billowing up through the water, roiling the surface. The monster smirked with satisfaction at his workout/fuckfest, idling grabbing huge pieces of steel hull and crushing or tearing them apart. The pump was fantastic. He flexed and moaned at the pleasure pumping through every part of the mountain of muscle he had become. Too bad about his workout partner, but there were plenty more where this one came from, and he was already lusting for his his next encounter. Tony swam to the surface and noticed a destroyer in the distance, probably alerted by a distress call from the sub. This was his lucky day, he thought, stroking his already fully recovered cock. Feeling it hardening, he started swimming lazily toward his new prey. End |
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Yeah, I just read this one actually, on another page, and this is more what I'm talking about, Tony may have been a little bigger than normal, maybe about 15 feet tall or so, it never said, but the muscle description and strength feats were enough to make up for it! Now, if I were the one writing it, and I know I'm not that much of a talented author, but I would have him half that height but keep pretty much every thing else the same. I love extreme feats of strength and this story was filled with them. __________________ "Loved by few, hated by many, respected by ALL" The Undertaker, Deadman Inc. In the MGS FC's, I am Barf the Mawg from Spaceballs, loyal, powerful, quick witted, but I have a bit of a weight problem. http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/yfhmk/ Only those serious about young muscle need apply. We do accept stories, but let's keep it clean. This is the only place on the web where Ragman's "My Nephew" Stories can be found. |
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Hey Iceman -so glad you like it. its really what turns me on. muscle strength and aggression in a totally cocky muscle man. totally addicted to his own strength and power. thanks for telling me what you like brad Quote:
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Hmm. Shark sex! Well, that's new! Is this part of a series? Thanks for posting! xoxo Richard |
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Ah! One of my all-times favorites... Good to see it resurface here. Now if you only would continue it... ;-) |
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oh my God, loved it so much! __________________ copyrighted stories |
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