BODY GUARDS - Chapter 3
By: JOHN
The silence of the past night was rarely broken even as the morning
sunlight began to filter into the cabin of the small private plane
carrying three astonishingly gifted bodybuilders and two
extraordinarily endowed handlers. The pilot was locked up in the
cockpit. Vesuvius seemed to rest comfortably unafraid of any attempts
against him by his traveling companions caused most probably by the
arrogance of his vastly stronger and larger body.
None of the other four dared to speak in the event that the seemingly
sleeping muscle monster might actually be faking. Neither Wells nor
Klein dared to show any signs of the great painful sorrow surging
deep within their fantastic bodies. Wells understood that Klein had
had no choice and knew that Roger had understood and accepted the
possibility of his fate right from when he had first become a member
of the M-unit team.
At least Klein had made Roger's death fast and swift. He knew he had
had to make it look simple or none of them would be alive and on this
plane at this moment. A quick, expertly applied twist of the head had
brought an instant and painless death to the ill-fated handler. The
seemingly cold action by Klein and the equally cool reaction by
Wells, along with the previous accusations launched at them by M3/2
Sims had convinced their sleeping captor of their apparent
willingness to join the Coven.
An ongoing exchange of silently contricious looks between the two M3
musclemen was enough for them both to understand the pain they were
sharing. Beside, Hong Tu had suffered a devastating loss of his own
when Vesuvius had snatched the life of his partner M3/2 Sims away.
Vesuvius may, indeed, be a cold and brutal killing machine but, in
repose, his phenomenal body showed as one of a level of physical
perfect almost beyond human. The tight sleeveless tee shirt he wore
was raised high like a pair of vast pillows for a king-sized bed
across his slowly heaving pecs. The restful burden of his weighty
pecs folded the fabric under their billowed bottoms. One silver-
dollar sized aureole had fallen out of the straining material with
the semi-hard centered nipple point down over his plated abs toward
the jean-covered rise of his ample crotch.
The fullness of his 33" upper arms seemed amplified as the massive
meat of Vesuvius' generously sculpted biceps and triceps flowed thick
and wide against one of his underpinning awesome lats. The band of
his jeans around his 32" waist fit loose enough to permit a desiring
hand to enter comfortably. Even at rest, the difference in scale
between that small narrow waist and the fullness of his 80" chest was
visually overwhelming.
A pair of 45" thighs exploded from the torn bottom of the denim
shorts. The stresses on the frayed material were evident everywhere
around the overpowered edge. The only measurement Vesuvius shared
with any of the M3 men was that of the 26" calf dimension also owned
by M3/4 Wells.
When asked why he had killed Diego, Arturo's most recent handler,
Vesuvius had responded simply that the man had become too
recognizable on the streets and that his services were no longer
needed. It seemed that no formal relationship existed in the Coven
between an "M" soldier and his handler like there was in the US team.
Wells and Klein had hoped to have had the chance to try to talk to
Diego . There may have been much he could have shared since he was
the only other image they had seen in the video destruction of Gobel
by Arturo. Then again, maybe that was exactly Vesuvius' point as to
why Diego needed to be eliminated.
As to why Oscar and Hong Tu had been permitted to live, the only
answer Vesuvius seemed to be able to, or wanted to, give was that he
had not been ordered to kill them.
The small plane shifted into a slight downward course signaling their
approach to their undisclosed destination. The change in cabin
pressure could be felt as their ears began to pop. Eventually this
caused the sleeping piling of muscle to stir. The moments between
Vesuvius' states of sleep and awareness were no less awesome in their
visual display.
His arms rose up slowly lifting large volumes of his insanely thick
pec muscles with them. The top of Vesuvius' head-thick upper pec meat
pushed up against the underside of his handsomely cut jaw until it
flowed over the rise of his chin and threatened to smother his mouth
with its meaty presence. Delts as large as watermelons closed in
against his ears as their volumes shifted away from silk-like to
layers of lined shifting lava just before turning solid.
The great snow-covered mountain peaks outside the planes porthole
windows surrendered their majesty to the gargantuan mountaining of
Vesuvius' own multiple-peaked biceps. His flowing triceps rolled with
anticipatory power as Vesuvius' fists began to clench in the
continuing stretch. The larger rear arm muscle coiled into tense
springs of cabling muscle as they filled with the power of being
awake.
A series of strikingly cut rock formations unveiled themselves as the
tectonic forces working within Vesuvius' biceps stratified their
magnificently fibered masses. The clenching fists rolled over the top
of the handsome head until the snaking muscle within his thigh-sized
forearms encountered the resistance of their flexing biceps brothers.
Tantalizing veining pushed its way out from the marbled surface of
the severely balled biceps as the quivering muscles demanded to be
fed.
The hoisting affects of the rising arms on the colossal globes of pec
meat pulled the previously exposed nipple further away from the
straining cotton fabric and brought its sharpened point into a direct
line view of the lusting onlookers. A deep cavernous shadow formed in
the expanding valley of walled meat between the two writhing pecs.
Ridges formed between each bundle of Vesuvius' breast meat as the
great pillows churned to granite hard flesh.
Vesuvius coughed lightly in response to the reduction of air flow
caused by his mouth being overwhelmed by his own upper pecs. One leg
snapped forward in a jerking reaction as the nerves within sprung to
life bringing the brilliance of his painfully sharp thigh muscles
into full focus. They coiled into tethered cables of steely flesh
with each individual upper leg muscle grouping fully described. Even
the great calf muscle balled into a column of chiseled, vein-covered
rock.
Both eyes swung open as Vesuvius came to full consciousness. Darting
upright in his seat, he brought the great muscle action show to an
end but the dazzling, refreshed muscles all remained as visually
alert and sharp as the taut, handsome face.
"Well, my friends, we should be arriving very soon." Vesuvius
smiled. "And I am so glad we were able to bring you on board in time
for today. There is a very special training session planned."
All for forced smiles back as sincerely as they could. The plane made
a smooth landing and from the feel of the air and the site of the
mountains as they disembarked it was a fairly easy guess that they
were somewhere in the Alto Plano area of Bolivia. The relatively flat
tundra of the high alpine landscape with the Andes peaks glimmering
white in the thin, clear air would be just about the perfect place to
hide a small militant training band. A four-wheel drive vehicle
pulled up to them as the plane silenced to a halt on the dirt
airstrip.
Twenty minutes later they found themselves at the face of an
abandoned tin mine cave entrance. Nothing had been done to disguise
it nor had anything been done to indicate any signs of activity in
the area. The vehicle dragged a heavy rubberized netting behind it so
that there were no wheel tracks left as they passed. As was often the
case, the best way to hide was to look as normal as possible. They
drove about fifty feet into the cave before coming to a stop. An old-
looking stair drifted down into the darkness. The glow of a bare
incandescent light beamed on to assist in their shadowy descent.
At the base of the stair there were five different tunnel options.
They headed down the second from the left until they came upon a
solid looking rock dead end. Then an entire circle of the dirty floor
began to turn twisting the back of the rock with it. Half a
revolution later they found themselves inside a well lit concrete
reinforced tunnel. With a heavy steel door a few feet ahead. There
was the brief sound of a camera scanning them and then the steel door
swung open.
"Come," Vesuvius pointed. "The driver will bring in your gear. We
should be just in time for the start of today's session."
Several yards down the wide concrete corridor, at the third door on
the left, they were beckoned into the room by Vesuvius. The door
slammed shut behind them and they stood in a medium sized gym space.
The far wall was completely mirrored and the familiar equipment was
the most up to date and obviously intended for extra heavy usage. Of
even more interest were the three glistening naked bodies lined up
facing the mirror. Each fantastically muscled creature stood in boldy
muscled readiness. All appeared to possess M3 caliber bodies. Wells
and Klein figured that they were viewing over eleven-hundred pounds
of sensationally crafted muscle.
"Good morning, gentlemen." Vesuvius greeted the the lined figures
stepping around between them and the mirrors. "Today you have a
triple treat in store. First, as you know, you will be tested on you
consumption capacity. This is a vital test for anyone of your
caliber. Muscle is one thing, but the ability to properly ingest the
cum that feeds your body is just as important for your body
maintenance and your future development."
"Second," He went on "you can welcome our two newest M3 members,
Wells and Klein. Don't underestimate their abilities. You all may
seem to be similar in body development, but they are vastly superior
in their training. Our goal is to bring your strength and their
natural skills together."
"Third, the Commander, himself and he will be joining us to observe
briefly today. He is coming in on a second plane right behind us and,
until he gets here, I encourage you two to take this time to continue
your warm-ups while Carl and I take care of a couple of simple pieces
of business with our new arrivals."
The youngest looking of the three wonderfully muscled creatures
separated himself from the other two and returned to the four
Americans by the doorway with Vesuvius. The two remaining trainees
began a series of mind-boggling biceps curls. One wore his jet black
hair tightly pulled back from his sharply angular face. The other
bore the shaved head so popular in western fashion of the day. The
approaching young man was as beautifully handsome in face as the late
Arturo had been. His golden hair flowed gently across his tanned
brow. The muscles of his great body moved with the cut lining of a
great bodybuilder immediately following a good pump. Every carved
muscle and aesthetically tapering tendon moved with power and
vitality. His ample cock bounced in healthy arcs over his apple-sized
balls in its semi-hard state.
"I am afraid this is where you will have to say goodbye to the
handlers for a bit." Vesuvius offered apologetically. "Carl will
escort them to the lab area. Gentlemen, you understand our need to
test your status and assess your capacities, I am sure. Carl, please
come back as quickly as possible so that we may get on with our
scheduled programs."
Knowing they had no other real choice at the moment, Hong Tu and
Oscar smiled their silent farewell and were lead back out of the room
by Carl.
"They will be in good hands, I assure you." Vesuvius offered. "Please
believe me that, in their own way, these handlers are of great value
to our cause."
Carl returned directly and whispered something to Vesuvius as he
entered. The larger muscleman smiled appreciatively and nodded for
Carl to join the others. Then, as Carl did so, Vesuvius
unceremoniously stripped himself of all his clothes revealing his 485
pound insane musculature and returned to his place in front of the
mirrors. He called the three sweating trainees back into lined
attention. They all stood at the foot of a platform area about 8"
higher than the rest of the gym floor.
"The commander has arrived and requests that we get started."
Vesuvius ordered. "He will stop by to inspect in due course but his
schedule is a bit rushed today. If you gentlemen will secure your
practice tools we can begin."
The three sculptural muscle forms moved quietly to a nearby closet
and returned with long dark bags. Vesuvius did the same only his bag
was considerably larger. They unsheathed the objects in each bag to
reveal giant dildos, each a full 24" long and 3" in diameter. Each
dildo was suction mounted onto the platform near the edge in a
straight line. Vesuvius uncovered his own latex cock-weapon. It was a
solid 3" longer than that of the others and 4" across at the
rubberized crown. He, likewise, anchored his selected tool to rise
like a great black tower from the edge of the platform.
"As you are aware. It is one thing to have accomplished the muscle
stature that now belongs to all of you." Vesuvius began. "However, as
new "M3" level team members, you will now need to prove you capacity
to consume a handler cock far enough within to permit deriving
maximum benefit from their essential offerings of supporting cum."
Both the test and the true meaning behind it were immediately
apparent to the two Americans. The size of the dildos were much too
big for the needs of an M3. These men were about to be tested for
their capacity to be successful M4 ingestors. Wells, of course, had
been able to take in all 21" of Roger's cock and Sims had been known
to have been able to handle the even more wonderful organ that
existed between Hong Tu's legs. But none had ever challenged a full
24" dick, let alone one 3" in diameter. And the thought of Vesuvius
taking in the 27" by 4" diameter plastic ramrod was painful just to
consider.
Reaching back into the bag, Vesuvius lifted out a vial of lubricant
and began to spread it generously, if not longingly, along the great
black pole until it shined with the reflection of wet glossy leather.
He then directed the men move in slightly closer as he explained the
need to move slowly and deliberately through the sexual encounter
with a handler. He advised of the value of communicating the
sensations to the handler so that the possibility of internal damage
was minimized.
All M-class men had, as part of their selected gene make-up, the
capacity to adjust their intestinal system within and their internal
cavity size to consume a great length of cock. Handlers had the
ability to sense the pressures on their cocks and, in addition to how
rigid and hard they could make them when aroused. They could even
focus on general areas to get them to bend as if jointed. This almost
magical dual ability combined with their own capacity to filter the
Ryan strain of otherwise protein-toxic cum with their own made
handlers exceedingly important.
These dildos had been specially manufactured to simulate the actions
of a handler. Unlike a handler, they would only bend about every 8"
at a spring-loaded joint and, as with the real thing, it was as much
the responsibility of the embedded party to use the pressures of his
own internal body parts to direct the time and place to alter
direction. Vesuvius demonstrated this by using his strong hands to
twist the huge fake organ by him. Even with this knowledge, the
thought of so much man-meat embedded within brought shutters to all
the onlookers, visitors and trainees alike.
Wells and Klein knew that there had been talk in the States of using
a mechanically operated system to replace handlers if they could just
figure out how to pre-filter the Ryan cum but most of the M-team
members hoped it would never come to that. It was also suddenly
apparent to Wells and Klein that the Coven had identified at least
one M4 level handler already. Otherwise there was no way to explain
Arturo and Vesuvius. Such a find would be very, very rare. If they
had more than one M4 handler, this was nothing short of disastrous.
Soaking the over-sized device with lubricant one last time, Vesuvius'
brutally beautiful body turned to stone-like muscle as he positioned
himself above the towering plastic weapon Pecs, abs, lats, biceps,
triceps, quads, and even forearms fissured into mindlessly huge, size-
shattering marbled wonders as he began to launch his heaving torso
down onto the waiting triangular point of the dispassionate false
cock head.
At the same time two doors down the corridor, another spectacularly
muscled figure laid splayed over a cushioned, waist-high beam. His
chained massive muscles slid from a state of drug-induced liquidity
to struggling spectacle as full consciousness returned. The shadowy
figure stood of the Commander stroked the great distended lats
muscles and caressed the orgasm-inducing ass muscles spread out
before him. The muscles shredded from flowing lava to undulating
granite as the secured body awoke to its dilemma.
By now, the fist-sized cap of the wondrous black dildo had
disappeared behind Vesuvius' meloned testicles as the cold rubber
kissed his generously muscled ass hole. The sphere of sphincter
resistance slid apart as the immense weight of crystallized muscle
above forced the mindless black plastic through the outer portals of
Vesuvius' lower tract. All 33" of his godlike upper arm muscle balled
into fibrous ballings of fearsome power as he clenched his upper
torso under the refreshing experience of the joyful pain entering his
insides.
"Just relax and this will be as painless as possible." The commander
advised the spread-eagle, bent-over sculpture of M3 muscle.
"Go to hell!" M3/6 Franks spit. "And get your dirty hands off me."
With one last longing run of his own strong hands over the cabled
lengths of a gargantuanly flared lats covering the 69" upper torso as
it cascaded into the sharpened lower back of the 30" waist, the
Commander surrendered his touch and nodded for the adjacent handler
to begin. The head of the lightly lubricated handler cock knocked
against the closed gate of struggling sphincter muscle. Franks orange
sized testicles swung heavy and free between his outstretched legs.
The chains securing his ankles and extended wrists rattled as he
fought against the promised invasive contact.
Wells, Klein and the three beautifully muscled trainees watch
speechlessly as over a foot of dildo disappeared into Vesuvius'
muscle-clad body. He stopped to breath and explained the sensations
he sensed from the length of the monstrous object sliding within his
gut. Now, he advised, he needed to work within to help guide the head
in a new direction. The erotic joy Vesuvius was experiencing was also
equally noticeable from the flowery descriptions and the bold beating
of his excited cock to a level of painfully hardened perfection.
Pain also filled the core of Franks' ass, but not one of normal M3
desire but rather of the struggle that continued. The twelve inches
of writhing cock within him was as stiff and hard as that embedded in
Vesuvius down hall but this tool was intended as a brutal weapon
rather than as a stimulating demonstration. Another four or five
inches was forced inside. Franks continued his refusal to work with
the throbbing meat in him and the handler knew that any more would
result in an undesired puncturing of Franks intestinal tract. Slowly
he began to withdraw several inches of his hot, hard meat and then
pushed it back in.
Vesuvius had talked his way through twenty inches of the viscous
black monster within him. His cock soared with aroused stimulation
and, by now, everyone watching showed the same intense level of
excitement with their brilliantly hard cocks saluting in response.
Even Wells and Klein had had to discard their pants in order to
permit their excited organs the space they demanded. Having completed
his instructions, Vesuvius concluded by telling his students of the
wonderful sexual experiences in store for them as, with practice,
they would be able to consume more manly meat than they had ever
dreamed of. Then, in one swift motion, he pushed his contorting
muscular mass onto the remainder of the 27" dildo.
Franks screamed obscenity after obscenity with each pumping removal
and reinsertion of the handlers cock. The invisible assaulter had
shifted into an unflinchingly self-fulfilling rhythm. Franks body
rippled with tortured strength as he fought against every plunge into
the core of his mountainous body of shredded muscle. His heavy
hanging man-tits became lined with great suspension bridge cables of
muscle as they endeavored to rip the wall-mounted chaining from its
anchorage to the walls with inverted pec flies.
Vesuvius pounded through a stupefying set of dildo-consuming squats
as he explained the sensual control processes to the three gawking
trainees. His overwhelming muscles rolled with mesmerizing glory as
the handsome Italian face reveled in the reactions he sensed from the
audience. His rock-cut 3" diameter, 14" long cock glowed red with
aroused power pointing like a huge threatening cannon of maleness.
Vesuvius' 45" thighs were webbed with marble carving veins and
muscle. The massively striated inner thigh meat wrapped the large
Italian testicles with mindlessly hard meat as Vesuvius drove himself
to the bottom of each dildo-swallowing squat.
Noting the affect the demonstration was having on his charges,
Vesuvius lifted the full glory of his 485 pounds of anatomically
displayed muscle upright in one slow, sensuous motion. With a loud
unnerving plop all 27" of glistening black dildo was released to sway
freely. The pumping exercise now refused to let Vesuvius' stimulated
muscles relax as they rolled with wonderfully carving heated
reinforcement. His 80" chest heaved like a pair of great moons of
muscle as he directed his men to prepare to mount the pistons of
plastic prepared to challenge them.
The pistoned meat pummeling Franks' ass rubbed hard against the
lining of his battled intestines. His hard ass muscles served as a
stabilizing shelf of carved rocks as the hot hands of the assaulting
handler scratched passionately across their perfectly mounded mass.
The first launching of deadly cum exploded like fire into Franks ass.
He screamed with pain as the burning sensation moved from
uncomfortable to white-hot. A second bolt of lightning hot cum torn
into his core and seared the overwrought intestinal lining. The third
infusion of cum fried its way through the tender sheathing and flowed
out into the punctured lower cavity. One last scream escaped before
consciousness and life was ripped away from the still-struggling
sensationally-muscled body.
Three magnificent sets of gluteal muscle undulated with stretched
splendor as the heads of the lesser dildos all found their way into
the delicious, inviting sphincters. As with Vesuvius, the three over-
stimulated student cocks of the invaded trainees bounced high with
anticipatory splendor. The smallest of the overjoyed organs appeared
to Wells and Klein to by not less than 10" and the largest, belonging
to Carl, was a good 13". The combined 210" of upper torso muscle
quaked and quivered with drool-inducing power as the three slowly
forced the upper quarter of the embedded latex to the warmth of their
insides.
They paused briefly in unison as Vesuvius smiled encouragement while
checking their progress. The naked bodies of the three squatting
forms sheared into slightly smaller images of anatomical charts as
the muscle enveloping their massiveness crystallized with sexually
stimulated pleasure. Over half of the hard black dildos slipped
inside two of the hungering students as they managed to control the
first critical redirection inside. Carl's face moved from smiled
pleasure to confused discomfort as he showed the first signs of
consumption difficulty.
There was no difficulty with the withdrawal his spent cock on the
part of the handler. Thin lines of blood streaked the still-throbbing
organ as it detached itself from the limp massive body of muscle bent
over the padded bar and dangling from the wrist-wrapped chaining.
Long river lines of white cum stained the floor below the body. At
least Franks had been able to get off one last great sexual release
before succumbing to the deadly internal invasion.
The Commander smiled his thanks to the sweating handler. The
knowledge that the canister retrieved from Wells and Klein's gear
still contained the precious cum cargo that had been placed in it
pleased the Commander. The loss of the beautifully muscled Franks
was, in the mind of the Commander, sorrowful but, also, necessary.
That made it three of the American M3 team that had been dealt with
and, waiting unknowingly nearby were two more. Now that their special
cargo was in the hands for which it had been intended, it was time to
deal with them.
Carl's mind had built its own self-fulfilling resistance against the
two foot long plastic cock invasion. Only a little over half of the
black rubber was locked within him while his two companions were
already joyfully engaged in a set of slow full-consuming squat
repetitions. Vesuvius was patiently coaxing his third straining
student when the door of the mezzanine above opened and the Commander
entered. All the men stopped upon sighting his presence.
"Sorry to interrupt." He smiled down. "How is it going Vesuvius?"
"Well, sir." Vesuvius saluted back. "Carl here is having a bit of an
issue, but I am sure we will be able to work through it in due
course."
Startling curiosity drew the aroused, naked bodies of Wells and Klein
out from beneath the overhang of the mezzanine. At first neither
would believe that what they had heard could be true. Confirmation
came as the face of the Commander moved into view above the railing.
It was Major Weir!
"It's nice to see you again M3/4 and M3/7." The Major spoke at
them. "I wanted to personally thank you for bringing my canister back
to me. I hope the trip hasn't been too inconvenient for you."
"What the hell is this?" Klein yelled up.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen." Weir answered. "There isn't really the time I
would enjoy to explain everything to you. I need to get our precious
cargo delivered for processing as quickly as possible. There's a lot
that needs to be done and very little time left in which to do it.
Let's just leave it that, without your help, there it would have been
much more difficult to get this sampling of unprocessed M/5 quality
Ryan cum out of the States. You have been a great help … but, like
the rest of your team, your services are no longer needed."
Looking back at Vesuvius, the Major added. "I congratulate you
Vesuvius on your training program, your selection of men and on
bringing our friends with their cargo to us. Now I leave their fate
in your very good arms."
"By the way," Weir tossed in while turning to leave "don't worry
about Franks, he has been appropriately handled. Sorry, my American
friends, but I needed to know that you hadn't tampered with contents
of the canister somehow and Franks just got a little too close to us.
He was a good man."
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