Tony and The Submarine
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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.
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