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Turning to the police, Tony could see in their faces that they still felt confident they could handle the
muscle monster with the massive firepower at their disposal. No way he was going to escape justice, they
were thinking, no matter how big, no matter how strong he was. Tony just sneered. Reaching down to his
cock, he gave it a squeeze provocatively, then wandered casually up to one of the huge SUVs the cops had
arrived in.
"Nice wheels" he said to no one in particular, running his hand over the warm hood.
"Stop right where you are!", screamed one of the bigger policemen, obviously in charge, "and put your hands up!"
Tony laughed and lifted his hands high in the air, his magnificent musculature rippling and bulging, his size
and definition beyond anything witnessed by even these huge, musclebound cops. They were starting to get a
little nervous. He was just so goddammed confident, even though he was completely surrounded by a dozen heavily
armed and very brawny officers. A couple of these cops walked warily up to the musclegiant, 45s drawn, now a
little shaky, and gesturing to the open door of one of the huge SUVs, commanded Tony to get in. With a shrug,
his hands still just above his head he bent over enough that he could slip into the heavily reinforced prisoner
compartment, designed to hold six hardened criminals. He only manage to get his arms and head in, though, and
the truck suddenly shuddered as his massive delts slammed into the too narrow doorway.
"Don't you have these in triple extra-large?" he asked, laughing.
The officers were confused, scared and unsure what to do. Tony knew what to do - he wanted to be "helpful" -
(and have some fun at the same time.)
"I think I have an idea officers," he said in a mock submissive voice. Still crouched over into the truck, making
his hands into fists, he started slowly pushing his shoulders into the door frame while expanding his arms out, the
frame instantly beginning the torque and squeal, popping and exploding out, bending, yielding to his power. Tony
grinned as he slowly expanded into his too-small prison, moving exactly as he would if he were stretching sensuously
after a little nap, pleasurably pumping blood into his massive muscles. He loved the sound and physical sensation of
ripping the doorway apart with only the most casual effort on his part. And as if this display of mind-blowing power
wasn't terrifying enough to the stunned officers, Tony, now a little bored, proceeded to abandon his crouching position
and slowly straightened up, his massive rippling back muscles easily taking the strain of lifting the tons of SUV. With
the truck tilted crazily on its side, his upper body was obscured by what was left of it of the vehicle, looking for
all the world like some guy in the middle of pulling off his t-shirt. But what a t-shirt is to a regular guy, a SUV
is to Tony, and it wasn't enough to just toss its tonnage aside - no, nothing less than complete destruction would do.
Grunting happily, he began again to push out of his "prison", and now his mighty arms thrust out against the roof and
floor of the truck, easily overpowering the reinforced, bullet-proof steel as if it offered no more resistance than
aluminum foil. Instantly the officers were treated to the image of their most powerful, sturdily built vehicle expanding
out at the roof and floor, with the frame bending and exploding, the integrity of the chassis failing, and not a windshield
intact. By the time Tony had pushed his arms effortlessly out to their full stretch, the mass of stressed and torn metal
was almost unrecognizable, and tossing the ruin up lightly he caught the mangled remains in his hands over his head, oozing
car fluids dribbling down onto his superhuman torso, his pumped upper body and grinning face now exposed to the terrified
officers who, utterly mesmerized and totally turned-on by this feat of godlike strength, had not even thought to fire their
guns. Just for fun, he began pumping the hulk slowly up and down, satisfied with its bulky weight, loving the feeling of
pressing it again and again without the least fatigue, its resistance just enough to let him know it's there, to remind him
of his utter dominance over even the most powerful of machines. But hypnotized as he was by his own unimaginable power,
he didn't notice Peter slipping silently away. When he glanced over to see his plaything's terrified reaction to his
muscle show he realized Peter was not where he left him. Suddenly Tony stopped toying with the wreck
It was during the distraction of the destruction of the police vehicle, (while Tony's vision was blocked by his toy), that
Peter made his last desperate attempt to escape. Seeing an exit sign at the distant end of the carpark, he made his way
as quietly and quickly as he could, confident that finally freedom was within reach. With just 50 feet or so to go, he
heard a GRUNT and turning back saw the SUV wreckage flying toward him at impossible speed, and at the moment he was sure
it was going to annihilate him it swooshed heavily past the top of his head, its tons slamming into the exit and the wall
surrounding it, exploding into flames, embedded forever into feet thick concrete, sealing his tomb forever. As he stood
gaping at the spectacular fiery destruction, unable to move, an enormous hand deftly lifted him by the back of his collar
and carried him casually to the support pillar. Peter struggled as best he could against the mountain of muscle, Tony
barely noticing his physical efforts at escape, but fully aware and turned-on by Peter's quivering terror and throat-stripping
shrieking. Tony would loved to have toyed with him a little longer, but even HIS muscle couldn't hold out forever against
the mighty pressure building and churning in his huge balls. Pushing Peter face-first against the pillar, his head about
even with Tony's granite hard pecs, Tony reached around and drew himself into a bearhug with the pillar, being ever so
careful not to apply any more pressure than necessary to keep Peter in place. He even drew his torso gently up and down
a bit across Peter's relatively tiny body, dry-humping him to humiliate him even more, and finally applying just enough
pressure to glide him up the pillar so his dangling, frantically kicking and writhing legs and feet no longer made contact
with the floor, the side of his face pressed painfully between the concrete and Tony's massive, pulsing chest.
As he did this Tony felt for the first time a delicious new sensation, a delightful massage-like feeling all over his
back, glutes, thighs and legs. He laughed when he realized the police were unloading round after round of ammunition at
him in a last-ditch effort to bring the muscle-monster down and save Peter. The bullets, no matter how high the caliber,
just thudded harmlessly into his huge frame, some bouncing off wildly and injuring officers, other dropping pathetically
to the ground at Tony's feet. He just stood there quietly, loving the feeling of his invincibility, getting more and more
turned on by the thought that what was meant to injure, to kill him, was only pleasuring him.With the engine of his lust
now thrown into full throttle by the realization of his absolute power, his invulnerability, his already hard dick started
pumping up with more and more super-pressurized blood, swelling and throbbing and twitching, grinding its way into Peter's
relatively tiny ass, slowly but surely ripping him apart. Gradually the growing dick muscled it's way through his shattered
spine and burst and crushed his internal organs, his asshole an irrelevance, his shrieking subsiding into a gurgle as his
insides began being pushed up his throat and out of his mouth. Tony was really enjoying himself when suddenly the sexy
foreplay massage ended, the officers finally having run out of ammunition. Sighing in disappointment at the end of this
sensation, Tony reacted by pulling himself into the pillar, the sound of crunching and squishing as Peter's body collapsed
under his pecs and rippling abs, delighting him. Soon he was pressed solidly against the pillar, nothing between it and his
thighs, dick, abs and pecs but the sticky gore-lube that was once Peter. Sighing again as he anticipated the mega-pleasure
to come, he looked down at the top of his pecs and noticed that the top half of Peter head had been crushed upward, his crumbled
skull and brains and his unseeing eyeballs lying in a gory pile on the shelf of Tony's mighty chest. With an evil smirk Tony
whispered "thanks for a fun afternoon buddy, but it's time to go" and slowly pulling his muscle-mountain torso away a few
inches from the sticky, slippery pillar, watched happily as the still warm, crunchy mix of blood and brains and eyes slithered
gloppily down the gap between his pecs, finally disappearing forever into the muscle and concrete-lined pit his body formed
with the pillar. As his vein-encrusted biceps flexed, drawing him back into fucking position, he delighted in the crunching
gurgle of skull and brain ground to paste by his unstoppable chest muscle and abs. But it was the eyes, rolling slowly down
to rest against his abs, and making tiny bursts against his skin which he felt as they exploded one after the other between
his muscles and the concrete, that was just too much, and with his vision clouding over with earth-shattering lust, he
began his assault on the pillar.
Drawing his hips back, his glutes and thighs flexing hugely, horny for destruction, he rammed his pile-driver dick full-on
into the massive pillar. Slamming again, and again, he could feel with the tip of his cock enough of an blasted crater to
begin his slower, grinding, more sensual assault into the pillar. With his cock pressing into the crater, his balls churning
mightily, he began to fuck in earnest, his goal in sight, loving every second of his unstoppable cock grinding through more
and more concrete, slamming through it, pounding it to dust, his hips ramming rhythmically. The whole carpark was beginning
to sway, parts falling off edges, strange distant screeching sounds of concrete and steel stressed beyond their limit.
Hearing this Tony was more turned on than he had ever been. Groaning and growling he ran his hands up and down the pillar,
still grinding his cock deeper and deeper and deeper into the solid, rock hard column, his mighty thighs slamming mercilessly
into the weakening structure. Stress cracks spread like spider webs across the pillar, traveling inexorably up and down, Tony
smirking proudly at his power, when suddenly he closed his eyes, tilted his head back on his massive neck, his mighty back
arching, bringing his arms up into a double-bicep, roars, and began to shoot. The cum blast was so strong there was a great
earthquake-like rumbling that traveled through the entire complex, and the cum squirted out the hole he had blasted with his
mighty cock, shooting out like a broken water main. But what would in any other mortal be the climax was only the beginning:
as the seemingly endless orgasm went on, his cock still firmly embedded and pulsing, building even as he came, he brought
his impossibly massive and pumped arms slowly down from the savage double-bicep and wrapped them around the pillar yet again
in an unbreakable death-embrace and pulled his torso back up against the warm, sticky concrete. Grunting rhythmically,
sweat pouring in torrents down his body washing more and more of Pete's gore to the ground, his arms, reacting to the
unimaginable pleasure coursing through his superhuman body, start bulging involuntarily with a flex they had never achieved
before, mighty veins popping up everywhere. Even Tony is impressed as he turned his head slowly from side to side to examine
and admire his own muscle, grunting approvingly, his eyes glazed over, stupid with lust, even as his hips maintain their rhythmic,
instinct driven, assault. Mumbling incoherently, he squeezed his eyes shut in excruciating ecstasy, his mouth opening wide, a
line of drool forming at the side and dripping onto his chest. Leaning his head into the pillar, dragging his lips and tongue
slowly across it, he savagely bites into the fissuring concrete and moans, slowly chewing off a piece, grinding it noisily to
paste in his mouth and gulping it down. Now his arms began to draw closer and closer together, his bulging biceps crushing
into the pillar, grinding concrete and steel to rubble, his hips ramming the pillar again and again adding to the massive
assault, cum still gushing in torrents, running along the floor like a river, a slight scowl of absolute determination on
his face. And just as his muscle orgasm reached its absolute climax, just as his grinding arms and now squeezing thighs
were about to destroy the support pillar utterly, at the very moment his lust-blinded eyes envisioned the collapsing buildings,
the wrecked and sinking battleships, the whole tectonic plates driven out of alignment through the unimaginable power his muscles
would soon unleash on the world, Tony's crushing, destroying arms made contact with the power main that was embedded deep in the
support pillar.
Suddenly millions of volts of electricity were slamming into his massive frame, his eyes now open wide, every muscle
quivering, bulging, straining as a fire like no other coursed through him. Lights all over that part of town went dim
and computers melted as the volts were unleashed on Tony, the building seeming to put up a last desperate defense, hoping
against hope to save what was left of itself from the muscle monster and his unquenchable lust. But instead of burning
him alive, the power of a small city was soaked up by his muscles, his collapsed star density protecting him from harm.
Much more than protect him, though, his strength made it possible for him to absorb the power and make it his. And absorb
it he did, more and more and fucking more, until explosions could be heard as dozens of transformers across town couldn't
take the strain of the now uncontrollable voltages. Heaving and grinding, fucking, fucking, fucking and squeezing and roaring
with new might, with new intensity, with doubled strength and power, the pillar didn't stand a chance and began crumbling quickly,
the concrete ceiling buckling and ripping open, cars and trucks screeching and dropping, thudding down onto the screaming cops,
killing them all. The sound of their pathetic dying shrieks brought his minutes long, earth-shattering orgasm slowly to a
bone-tinglingly pleasurable end, and he staggered back from the cum-drenched ruins of the support pillar, marveling at how great
it felt to be alive, to be so fucking huge and strong and unstoppable. He watched as what was left of Peter dribbled to floor.
Grabbing his still steel hard white hot rod, he squeezed, squirting out a couple more gallons of thick cum onto the floor.
Rubbing his massive hands across the pumped muscles of his torso, he groaned and grunted with satisfaction. Idly he brushed
pieces of crushed concrete and ripped-off steel stuck to the sweat/cum/Peter goo mixture that clung to his monster cock and
thighs. Occasionally an errant beam or ton slab of concrete would drop down, fatally weakened by his assault, a couple even
landing in all their immensity on his shoulder or back, only to be brushed away with a contemptuous chuckle, or playfully
crushed in his mighty grip, grinding concrete to dust and compacting the steel into tight wads.
Finally, what was left of the building settled into ruin, the silence of death reigning. Standing quietly, thoughtfully,
bringing his massively pumped arms up into a double- bicep unlike any even HE had achieved, he gazed proudly and contentedly
at the fantastic destruction his musclefuck had wrought, nodding approvingly. And as he pumped his arms and pecs idly, admiring
their size and hardness, the only sound to be heard, besides the heaving, steadying breaths Tony's mighty chest drew in, was
the whimpering of a few survivors, pinned beneath tons of beam and concrete. Feeling generous in the after-glow of his mega-orgasm
he wandered slowly to where the anguished, terrified cries for help were emanating, stopping now and then to rip and crush to
pieces any car or truck that might still be intact. A little bored, dropping the muscle-wrecked remnants of the last would-be
surviving vehicle left in the carpark, he approached the half-dozen lucky survivors.
He could see their Special Forces uniforms - obviously sent secretly by some shadowy military agency to deal with something
they were sure they could handle. Their super-powerful weaponry lay crushed and useless under the rubble. The soldiers were
remarkably intact however, as the Humvee they were trapped in had absorbed much of the tonnage of the support beam that had
crashed on them as they were making their way into the car park. And seeing the large muscular team of men struggle mightly
against the beam, almost budging it, got Tony all hard all over again.
"Let me give you a hand" he said, laughing.Of course, in his supreme arrogance Tony meant this literally.
He reached down and lifted the beam with ease, raising the Humvee that was locked onto it as well, and shaking it loose, the
massive vehicle dropped to the floor. As Tony held the massive concrete encrusted steel beam easily, one of the Special Forces
fucks found his gun on the floor of the vehicle and started unloading an entire clip into Tony's chest, the bullets thudding and
dropping to the floor. His weapon empty, babbling incoherently in holy terror he managed to reload the gun and fire round after
futile round at the monster who was not only not harmed, but pleasured. The silence was deafening after the gun ran out of ammo
for the last time and scowling slightly, disappointed and very frustrated at the brevity of the pleasant massage the relatively
tiny bullets gave him, and realizing he would get no more from these puny mortals, Tony slowly brought the beam back down on the
Humvee, squeezing and crushing the now screaming, begging team into the tomb that was once a mighty vehicle. As the musclebeast
pressed down, his massive shoulder muscle bulging slightly at the relatively minor resistance, the chassis couldn't take the strain,
the whole massive vehicle bending and writhing crazily down on itself, windows shattering, grinding into the concrete below, the tires
exploding, and Tony kept pressing, enjoying every second as his cock became harder than granite all over again. Of course by this
time there was very little left recognizable as human, and Tony pressed the whole heavily ketchuped sandwich down through the concrete
floor, to let it fall on to the next, ruined level. Sighing contentedly, he released the tortured beam, letting it crash heavily and
noisily to what was left of the floor.
Now he wandered to an opening where daylight was streaming in and making his way outside, surveyed the city from the survivorless
ruins. He loved the sound of sirens wailing, emergency vehicles speeding to what he knew to be a tomb. He savored the feeling of
the cool afternoon breeze as it washed over his naked body, his muscles twitching now and then as they quickly recovered from the
incredible stresses they had endured and overcome. His muscles and titanium cock were already horny for more mayhem, for more
massive destruction, for some new challenge to his unearthly power and strength, a challenge he would crush and from which he
would grow in strength to another level of utter invincibility. He surveyed the city, a city he now owned, and that, like the
rest of the planet he would soon conquer, existed only for him to use for his pleasure, no matter the cost to its puny mortal
inhabitants. As he stood there in his immensity, he could hear the distant roar of a mighty military cargo jet throttling up
on the runway, preparing for take-off. His cock hardened in unison. Smiling slightly, he started making his way towards the
army airbase
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