Our ongoing tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage and massive muscle
continues. Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence.
BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 6
By: JOHN
Wells and Antonio locked the magnificent assemblage of their staggering breast meat
together. Antonio knew that he needed to flex his monstrous muscle-breasts for all they
were worth. Wells could feel every steel-belted ridge and cable coursing the globed
surfaces of Antonio’s grinding pec meat as their mass thundered into position over his
own gargantuan petrified pectoral muscle planets. To simply let the bomb go off
unguarded could cause avoidable damage around the airport, hurt an innocent bystander
or, even worse, attract unneeded attention.
In any other situation this forced collision of these two unmatched mountains of pure
muscle would have been erotically overwhelming. At this instant, however, it was the
dreadful need to limit the explosive damage that the cell phone buried deep within their
grinding cleavage that was the sole motivation. As they lay together during these last
fate-filled seconds, both Wells and Antonio silently prayed that the promise of near-
invincibility in the steel-hard muscle covering their naked 650 pound bodies would prove
hold.
At exactly two minutes, Rod’s phone came alive. Wells and Antonio grabbed each other
by their 40” arms and squeezed their writhing forms together. The two pairs of human
bomb-squad man-tits stayed laminated together with almost two feet of bomb-shelter
muscle-thickness surrounding the trapped instrument. Then the movement stopped. Wells
and Antonio both breathed deeply at both the thought of still being alive and the
confusion over the lack of any sort of pain. They counted to ten before relaxing their
monumental pectorals and separating their overlapping bodies. Wells reached into his
chiseled cleavage and pulled out Rod’s still-intact cell phone. Flipping open the cover, he
discovered two things. First a folded card fell out onto the Bangkok Airport gym floor.
Second, there was phone message waiting.
Wells pressed the call button on the phone and listened to it ring twice before the
mechanical prompter kicked in to ask for the message retrieval password. Rod called the
code out to Wells who punched it into the phone. Remnants of the cum used to force the
phone far into Rod’s heavily muscled posterior still dripped from its covering. The
automated system confirmed that the message had been left only a handful of seconds
ago. Wells held the cum-stained phone to his ear as the message began to play.
“Please give Mr. Wells my greeting.” The deep voice began. “Tell him that the note on
the card is meant for him and him only. And…by the way, nice going with the
flashlight.”
The message was that short and ended abruptly. Wells saved the message in the system
knowing that military intelligence assigned to the M-squadron would want to analyze it.
Looking down to the floor, Wells found the folded card sitting in a small pool of Rod’s
spent cum. He picked it up and opened it as he handed the phone back to Rod. He had
seen the front before. It was the typical Coven business card with “NIEL K.” on it. On the
back it just said, “Muscle like that of a God is worth its weight in gold. You’re getting
ever so close. Now is not the time to lay down on the job.”
Wells stared at the hand-printed message on the back for only a few seconds before he
knew exactly what it meant. But that was not what had Wells keen mind racing. He
looked at the message again and turned the card back over to its face. Asking Rod to
replay the message, Wells listened intently.
“God damn it!” Wells shouted still fixated on the front of the business card. “Why didn’t
I catch this before?”
In the salt fields outside of Cape Coast, Ghana, water lapped up against Black’s pearly
white ankles sending the first cooling sensations of the refreshing salt water quivering
through his sun-heated body. The creeping water licked his balls as they sat hard and
heavy upon the dried earth beneath his butt causing a second muscle-stunning shiver to
course over him. Since Black and White were tied back-to-back, the drifting sea water
touched his surprised ass muscles first giving him notice as to why the thick back
muscles of his lover/partner were shaking so violently. A line of foam from the salty
content of the ocean water flowed into White’s view first as the water continued to
surround the two seated men.
Once the initial coldness of the water against their sun-warmed skin had passed, the
wetness filled Black and White with a sense of refreshing coolness. Then the reality of
their situation re-entered their minds almost simultaneously. They were tied and secured
to the ground and, in spite of the tremendous strength and power of their 480-pound M-4
level bodies, the bindings that held them had been set and checked by Indigo’s 650-
pound M5 muscles. The top of the rise separating the salt paddies was several inches
above the tops of their heads. Slowly the level of the seawater would continue to rise
until, ultimately, the two M-squad men would be completely submerged and drown.
Black and White’s voluminous arm and upper back muscles rubbed against one another
as they shifted in the hopes that Indigo had not been completely vigilant when he and
Liberty bound them together. Two pairs of biceps and triceps over 30” in circumference
balled and constricted as the men struggled through their exploration. The massive
thickness of their lats and trapezius muscles pushed solidly against one another as they
moved causing the ropes around their vein-chiseled necks to tighten against their
breathing tubes.
The two M2-level Coven guards, Rock and Looker had just finished covering the body of
the dead driver with dirt from one of the ridges that separated the two adjacent salt
production pits. They had posted an umbrella on the ridge and seated themselves beneath
the protection of its shade. In spite of the 130 pound difference between their body
weight and that of Black and White, the Coven men were significant muscle-spectacles in
their own right. Rock’s naked body was red with a new glow of heat over his well-gained
suntan. His skin was stretched ultra-tight over his monstrously dense muscles pushing the
weaving of thick veining covering his body even more intensely into view. Looker was
even more model-beautiful from the work than before with his 350 pounds of naked
perfection aglow with seething muscularity.
Rock plopped down onto the ridge within the circle of umbrella shade. Looker jumped
down to the bottom of the settling pit and moved around the trapped men tied to the
ground. He paraded in circles about five feet from the two men almost as if he was
showing his model-perfect naked wears for them. Looker’s stunning hard 14“ cock
swayed with its joyful upturn as his hips swung around the mass of his rubbing inner
thigh muscles with each step. Looker smiled and winked impishly at both Black and
White as if to mock them as he continued to parasol around their monstrously muscled
bodies.
As he circled around, Looker flowed from breathtaking pose to breathtaking pose with an
amazing sense of grace and rhythm. The burial workout had polished his 27” arms and
64” chest to reflective brilliance. Every line and cord of muscle sliding through his highly
rounded pecs danced with each twist and turn of his fully rounded shoulder muscles.
Sails of lat muscle curved graciously around his torso as Looker raised and flexed his
astounding arms. The fingers of his serratus and oblique muscles grabbed onto the flaring
meat of his lats and pulled the generous muscle in to the chiseled narrowness of his
remarkable 28” waist and plated sets of vacuumed abdominals. Each step produced a
succulent display of dimpled ass muscle that looked more and more delicious by the
minute. Ridged lines fanned across and around Looker’s quads and other upper leg
muscles as he moved and his calves swelled and pulled like living fluted columns.
Rock laughed, sighed and grabbed his beating cock as he enjoyed Looker’s taunting
show. He had admired and yearned to experience Looker’s perfect body and cock since
the inhumanly beautiful man had been drawn into the Coven several months ago. In
many ways, Rock was jealous of Looker and all the physical gifts that been bestowed
upon him. Rock was very proud of his own body and, especially, the visible density of
his stone-hard muscle. If there was one thing he wished he could change about himself, it
was the size of his cock. Certainly 9” was a healthy cock for any man, but it was smallest
of the cocks he knew of on a man at his level of Ryan-cum stimulated development. At
least he had the 3” thickness and the diamond hard feel of it to make up for its lesser
length. The result was a cock that looked more like a skin-wrapped, partially crushed
steel can than human cock.
On the outskirts of Bangkok, inside the gym at its main airport, Wells whole naked body
was shaking. Every gargantuan muscle carved its way into anatomical perfection. A look
of combined anger, shock and frustration was etched onto his handsome face. Finger-
thick veining surface all over his diamond-hard flushed body. The immensity of his
cringing muscles seemed to threaten his staggeringly over-flexed skin. Wells rolled his
fists tightly still clutching the Coven business card between his crushing fingers. Raising
his closed hand high above his head, Wells treated his frightened companions to the sight
of one of his breathtaking 40” biceps balled and flexed to incomprehensible density. The
shrieking arm muscle was ribbed with surfaced fibers of meat that all but made his
translucently thin skin disappear from the surface leaving only pure muscle and pumping
veining in its place. The shaking fist slammed down onto the seat of the curling machine.
Shards of destroyed metal, splintered wood and tattered vinyl flex in every direction as
the substantial piece of equipment was vaporized by the power of Wells invincible
muscles.
“God damn it, look!” Wells shouted to the others unraveling the card and holding it up to
their confused faces.
“Look at what?” Antonio asked confused and cautiously.
“The name, damn it!” Wells spat. “Read the name!”
“NIEL K.” Antonio read the name quizzically.
“Don’t you get it?” Wells demanded. “Look at how it’s spelled?”
“Yeah, so he spells it strange.” Antonio responded still befuddled. “Lot’s of people spell
their kids names weird today.”
“No! Damn it!” Wells screamed pushing the card right into Antonio’s handsome face.
“It’s backwards! Look! It’s backwards for KLEIN!”
“It’s Klein, God damn it!” Wells choked almost to a crying whisper as his massively
muscled body continued to shake with striation-carved resplendent muscle. “It’s Klein!”
Of course Antonio and Rod knew of Klein. Hong Tu grabbed the card to verify for
himself. Klein had been lost in the last great battle between the Coven and their squadron
a little over a year ago. His body had never been found after it tumbled into the raging
river on the Russian border of Chechnya. Wells had taken it very, very hard. The rumors
were that Wells and Klein had been much more than just fellow M-squad soldiers.
Wells continued to stare at the Coven business card with his mind moving at a million
miles an hour. The message on the back was more of a riddle than just a simple message.
The references to the “God”, “gold”, “alone” and, even, “not…lay down” were all
important clues. Klein wanted Wells to find him and wanted him to come alone. What
Wells didn’t know was whether his former M-squad partner was reaching out for help or
had somehow moved over to the Coven side and was serving up an invitation to certain
death. Then Wells remembered another part of the phone message.
“Didn’t you say they all left to catch a plane?” Wells shot toward Rod.
“Yes. Why?” Rod retorted.
“He’s still here!” Wells shouted running toward the glass entry door.
“Whose still here?” Hong Tu asked.
“Klein!” Wells yelled. “He’s still here! Maybe the rest left, but Klein is still here and he
wants me to find him.”
“How can you be so sure?” Antonio quizzed.
“The note on the card is intended to lead me to him.” Wells responded. “And the phone
message proves that he didn’t go with the others. Listen to it again!”
They did.
“How does this message prove Klein is still here?” Hong Tu asked.
“Because, if Klein had been on a plane to somewhere else, he couldn’t possibly know
that we had used the flashlight magnet to get the phone out of Rod!” Wells insisted to his
three companions. “You guys need to go after the others. Whatever they are up to is no
good and I suspect that where you find them, you will find Mark. In the meantime, I need
to stay here and find Klein!”
The ocean water in the Ghanaian salt pit splashed playfully around Black and White’s
navals. It had taken less than half an hour for the pit to fill that far. At this rate it would
be deep enough to drown them in less than two hours. Looker had finished his modeling
parade and sat next to Rock beneath the relative comfort of the umbrella shading. The
superlatively handsome man was lying on his back with his head next to Rock’s right
thigh and seemed to be napping or daydreaming. Being on the side of Rock on which he
wore the eye patch, the rough-hewn Coven guard was forced to turn his head to get a
good look at the amazing beauty of his resting partner. In spite of the shade, Rock’s
naked body was sweating profusely. Most of the heat he felt was from the proximity of
Looker’s astounding body.
As he rested, Looker continued to play with his own massively hard 14” erection and the
weightiness of his cream-filled balls. Rock’s cock resembled his name all the more as he
tried to concentrate on guarding Black and White while wanting to explore the wealth of
flowing muscle languidly presented to him by a seemingly unsuspecting Looker. Rock’s
muscles stood displayed like solidified lava cut with rich veining all over his wanting
body. His cock dripped the precum of unfulfilled desire as he shifted uncomfortably next
to Looker’s tantalizing form. Rock was so tense with want for his Coven partner that
every striated muscle ached.
The water continued to slosh around the two captive M-squad men. Their even more
massive muscles quivered as the wetness of the salty water and the cool breezes from the
ocean mixed to bring occasional goose bumps to their otherwise perfect skin. With their
hands and wrists now fully submerged, they began to try to work Indigo’s muscle-packed
knots in the thick rope binding them loose. So far they were having no luck. With all their
huge muscles on naked display, Black and White had to work much more gently than
they wanted to. With as much massive meat as they had on their tremendous frames,
every movement caused their great musculature to turn into colossal displays of writhing,
ripped muscle.
Looker opened one eye and tilted his handsome head upward toward the inverted image
of Rock as the tense man let an uncontrolled lusting sigh escape from his mouth. Rock
tried to swallow his moan but Looker smiled up at Rock’s insanely hard body and
astoundingly rigid penis.
“Looks like you could use some relief, my friend.” Looker laughed rolling onto his side
and pushing his body up onto all fours.
“Nah, I’m fine.” Rock tried to insist.
“Come on guy, you’re way too tense” Looker continued patting the head of Rock’s
inflexible cock head and stroking his fissured pecs “and way too hard. Besides, our
friends here aren’t going anywhere soon – except to their watery graves.”
“I don’t know.” Rock responded. “We have to keep our eyes on these guys for Indigo.
What if something happens?”
“What could possibly happen?” Looker teased playing with Rock’s swelling left nipple
while flexing his own 14” hard-on in Rock’s face. “Look at them! Look how tight Indigo
tied them. They have all those big, impressive muscles and no way to use them. In an
hour or so they’ll be dead. Why not give them a good show about what they’ll be
missing?”
Looker slapped Rock’s cock with a hard resounding thud. The organ was so rigid with
desire that it barely moved from its anchored posting in spite of the power of Looker’s
slap. Then the beautiful blond began to gyrate his sensationally trim hips in front of
Rock’s drooling face; waving his intoxicating cock; and drawing Rock slowly out from
beneath the shade of the umbrella. Cupping handfuls of Black’s and White’s voluminous
muscles, Looker began to tease the captives. By now the water was already lapping up
against the bottom swell of their immense man-tits with the cool water hardening the
solid projection of their pumped nipples. All that was visible of both men’s cocks were
the hardened spears of their anxious cock heads looking as if the huge organs were
reaching above the surface to savor their last gasps of life-giving air.
“Oh, the poor, poor musclemen can’t use their great muscles to break free.” Looker
taunted White and Black while dancing around and pinching the striated wonder of their
tremendous shoulders, traps, biceps and triceps. “Is the rope too hard for you? I’ll bet it’s
not too hard for Rock’s muscle meat, is it Rock?”
Looker picked up a section of the same rope that Liberty had discarded on the bank of the
salt paddy after tying White and Black together. He pulled on it as if testing its strength.
The rope was a good inch in diameter and was probably originally intended to be used for
anchoring a small ship to a dock or buoy. Lifting the rope toward Rock, it wasn’t hard to
figure out what Looker had in mind. He wanted to wrap the great rope around Rock’s
muscles to see if his compatriot could, indeed, overwhelm the thick cable. As if to
explain his idea without words, Looker pulled the rope around his own chest and began to
inhale and crunch into a most-muscular pose simultaneously.
“Come on, Rock.” Looker teased. “Let’s show our doomed little captives just how strong
the muscle of true Coven member is! Tell you what, if you can break it with just the
power of your monster-tits, I’ll even fuck you as a bonus…and I know how much you’ve
wanted my cock since the day I arrived.”
Rock looked at the rope and then at Looker’s stunning body flexing so enticingly toward
him. Looker’s was the most beautiful and magnificent body he had ever seen and there
was no denying just how much he had dreamed of having it. Still, Rock hesitated for a
moment. He knew his muscle was strong. Rock had no doubt that, if not as big as the
M3’s and M4’s, his meat was at least as dense as theirs. He knew that the Coven would
be proud of him and his capabilities once they raised him to those lofty levels of
development. And, now that Dr. Singh was close to his goals of creating a new wave of
Handlers to feed them, it wouldn’t be long before he, Rock, rose to the same level of
esteem and muscle-glory as Indigo and, eventually, that achieved by the legendary
Vesuvius. Rock turned his eyes to White and Black. He smiled at how fitting and
deserving it was that their lives should be drowned from them just like the M-squadron
did to Vesuvius.
Nodding his acceptance of the challenge, Rock started to pump down on the steely
muscle of his torso. He wanted to show these arrogant American soldiers just how strong
and just how solid his Coven-created muscle could become- even if his level of
development didn’t look to be as high as their doomed bodies. Smiling back toward
Looker’s model-handsome face, Rock fortified his conviction with the vision of taking
Looker’s magnificent cock into him in celebration of his upcoming muscle-victory over
the tantalizing rope.
Looker splashed playfully in the rushing water kicking sprays of salt-burning foam into
Black’s and White’s glaring eyes and straining faces. The depth of the surging ocean
water had climbed half way up their heaving chests to kiss the thickest parts of their
struggling pec and upper arm meat. The sun-heated water churned around their bulging
muscles as the two bound men continued their useless attempt to break free from Indigo’s
binding. High tide was coming soon and, at the rate the water was now pouring in,
Looker estimated that there was only about a half an hour left before the two soldiers met
their ultimate doom.
Rock was prepped. His body glowed like a roadmap of raised veining over the surface of
each sternly pumped muscle. Looker dragged the heavy rope in the water over to Rock’s
waiting torso and asked his Coven partner to hold one end while he wrapped the rest
around Rock’s upper body. The difference in the way their bodies were sculpted became
hugely apparent as the two men stood in close, active proximity. Looker’s model perfect
form was carved in photogenic perfection as his luscious muscularity flowed like liquid
lava under the burden of the rope and the actions of securing it around Rock. Several
times, Looker let the cable drape over his stunning 14” cock shaft using it as another
powerful limb. Rock’s lusting eyes followed Looker’s breathtaking form as the gorgeous
man bound him up.
Rock’s body was a study in fissured, fibrous muscle. The massive amount of thick
veining pumping in the vacuum formed space on the surfaces of his ultra-striated meat
made it seem as if a thin layer of tanning stain had been applied directly to the muscle
tissue in place of skin. Every shift and movement of Rock’s body simply pushed his
muscle meat to denser and denser existence. Rock’s cock visibly pumped with each
excited beat of his blood-feeding heart until it, too, looked as painfully hard as every
other muscle on his meat-hewn body.
Looker wrapped the wrist-thick rope twice around Rock’s chest and upper back. He
pulled it hard into place against the stony meat of Rock’s fanned pecs and cabled back
muscles. Placing his foot at the base of Rock’s lower back, Looker forced the rope as
tightly as he could around the anxious Coven member before knotting it securely several
times to ensure that it could not come undone. Rock exhaled as Looker pulled to diminish
his chest diameter as much as possible. Already prominent veins grew increasingly sharp
on the surfaces of Rock’s pecs, lats, shoulders and arms as the pinching rope interrupted
the natural flow of blood within them.
At Looker’s signal, Rock raised his hands and arms far above his head while drawing in
as much feeding air as his lungs would permit. Clenching his fists as he began, Rock’s
arm muscles turned from images of stone-hard mass to diamond-hard brilliance. His lats
flared out until the constraints of the entrapping cable refused them any more room to
grow. Still Rock kept ingesting vast quantities of torso-expanding air and pushed muscle-
pumping blood into his gargantuan lats and stretched, waiting pecs.
The combination of the rising water level and the self-absorbed activities of their captors
finally gave Black and White the slimmer of opportunity for which they had been
praying. Using their submerged feet, the two M-squadron men began to force their backs
at tightly together as possible. They knew that if they could compact their bodies against
one another, they might just be able to create enough play in the muscle-ripping rope to
begin to work some the knotting loose. As they pushed, they found themselves dealing
with two new problems in this plan. First, the wet bottom of the salt pit was much more
slippery than they had hoped. Second, the very density of their M-squat muscle made
forced compaction of their amazing bodies extremely difficult.
After several massive lung-filling gasps, Rock knew he was ready for his ultimate
challenge against the rope. Taking in the vision of Looker’s gorgeous smile of
encouragement and provocative taunting with his waiting body, Rock flung his arms
down hard against his sides shifting into an astounding and visceral most-muscular pose.
Rock’s immense pecs swelled into molten globes of insanely pressurized muscle and his
lats churned into giant wheels of steel-hard meat. He could actually hear the rope
creaking under the strain that his diamond hard torso was forcing through its braided
cabling. The rope held but Rock could sense that he was making progress.
White and Black continued with their own half-hidden struggle. The softness of the
bottom of the salt pit bed was even more frustrating than they had expected. They knew
that their chances were slim but, in the absence of any other help, they needed to depend
upon themselves for their greatest chance at surviving. In addition, Indigo had proven to
be a gifted knot maker too.
Encouraged by the noises of the rope around his muscle-rich torso and the repeated
invitations from Looker’s waving cock, Rock lifted his hands out from each side as he
forced new air into his excited lungs. Repeating the crunching motion a second time, the
louder ripping sounds from the rope reassured Rock in his drive to succeed. He could feel
the surging power in his pecs and lats as every fiber in the fissured muscles filled with
internal strength at a level that exceeded anything previously experienced by Rock. As
his muscles continued to pressurize and solidify, so did Rock’s aching cock. His balls
looked and felt as flushed and massive as the rest of his body. The hot cream of Rock’s
manhood stirred and rushed to loaded position as his great muscles tore against the
weakening power of the rope.
The water had risen to Blacks and Whites shoulders. The wave motion pushed the salty
flavor of the sea into their coughing mouths. They had yet to make any progress in their
efforts to free themselves. The harder they worked, the more voluminous and hardened
their massive muscles became. The result was that each succeeding attempt to loosen the
binding cables only made them more tightly pulled across the enriched meat of their
staggering musculature.
Rock pounded down on the chest-circling rope for a third and fourth time. Looker flexed
his chiseled hips and waived his wanting cock at Rock with each renewed attempt to
break free of the bonds. On the fifth excruciating body-crunch, two things happened to
Rock. First, the rope was destroyed and exploded from around his screaming pecs and
torso. Second, a trail of cum arced endlessly from his overwrought cock. The first flow of
cum zoomed through the air drawing a rich, wet line along the top of Looker’s waving
and jumping organ. The subsequent emission mixed into the frothy foam of the ocean
water drifting thickly along with the currents and eddies. Cum ran from Rock’s cock until
the last victory droplets fell on to the sandy ridge of earth surrounding the filling salt pit.
Looker spread the droppings of Rock’s cum that had soaked him over the length of his
own beating organ as he took the spent Coven member by the hand and led him to the
rise of earth between two salt pits next to the umbrella. Rock was both excited and
exhausted. Looker helped to spread Rock’s heaving trunk over the top of the rise opening
the gap between Rock’s striated and ready ass cheeks. Using his own precum, Looker
lubricated Rock’s waiting sphincter as he fingered his way gently into it. Rock moaned
with want and anticipation as Looker finished preparing his ass hole.
Rock closed his eyes as Looker stepped away for a brief moment wanting to check their
prisoners before invading Rock’s interior. Sounding his satisfaction with the confinement
of Black and White, Looker returned. The penetration was deep, solid … and deadly. The
pole of the umbrella sunk deep into Rock’s gut with the sharply pointed end ripping
through his intestines and destroying several of Rock’s internal organs along it path into
the base of Rock’s left lung. Rock was dead almost before he knew what had hit him. His
great muscles tumbled into the sudden sleep of death.
“It’s about fucking time!” White screamed toward Looker.
It had been several months since Looker had “disappeared” during the last training
exercise in the Ghanaian jungle. The M-squad had only been told that he had been lost in
the exercise. Only Hanson and a select few knew of his infiltration of the African Coven
cell. When White and Black first set eyes on Looker standing at the back of the van with
Indigo, Rock and Liberty upon their arrival here, they knew something was up. Looker
had secretly breathed a deep sigh of relief then when neither Black nor White blew his
cover.
“Hey, I needed to play it out my way!” Looker shouted back as he knelt to untie his M-
squad partners.
“What next?” Black asked ribbing the pain from his wrists as he stood.
“Back to the van.” Looker directed.
“Where are we going?” White inquired.
“To the very bowels of hell.” Looker whispered.
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