The Ultimate Superhero -- MuscleMan An Introduction
By Derek Flex
Brock Garrett was celebrating his 20th birthday alone. It's not that he didn't have any friends. Quite the contrary, he had people flocking to him whenever he wanted.
But today, Brock had come to a new realization. He had "discovered" himself. Now, as he was just about to enter adulthood, he had come to the conclusion that he had a special mission in life. He had a special calling.
Brock had always been exceptionally strong as a boy. There was no one anywhere who could match him for quickness and strength. In fact, Brock learned at a young age that he had to hide his strength because people just couldn't believe how incredibly strong he was. At one point, people almost started to look at him as some kind of freak of nature. And, actually, that's exactly what Brock was. So, he hid his strength. At age 15, he could easily have beat any man in town in a test of strength. But Brock feigned weakness in order to appear "normal."
By the time he was 17, Brock's body had developed into an unreal work of bodybuilding perfection. And Brock didn't even exercise regularly! He was taller than most boys at school. He had shoulders like the best-developed professional bodybuilders. His arms measured 20 inches, but his strength could have easily matched a man with 30 inch arms, if such a man were possible. Brock rarely appeared in public without a shirt on. It was just too much for most people to bear, a boy of 17 who looked like a musclegod.
Brock was exceptionally handsome. His symmetry was astounding. His narrow waist (28 inches) accentuated his bulging musculature. He was incredibly lean too, with less than 3% bodyfat. He was the talk of the town, among the girls. There wasn't a woman who met him who wouldn't have been willing to hop under the sheets with him, had he asked (and occasionally he did). He had a certain kind of ability to intoxicate people with his gorgeous looks. His smile sent chills up the spine of everyone.
His fantastic, erotically stimulating good looks were exceeded only by his strength. Brock could easily burst coconuts, just by squeezing them. He routinely bent steel bars, and then straightened them back.
Today, Brock had decided that his exceptional gift of a mega-body should be used for good. Brock made a commitment to work for the good of the community. Brock decided to become a superhero.
Actually, it could be argued that he didn't actually DECIDE to become a superhero. In fact, Brock simply recognized that he WAS a superhero. He had, on a few occasions, rescued people from some pretty impossible situations. Once, he held two men who were robbing a bank (they were quite big and strong, too) until the police arrived.
Anyway, Brock decided to go the whole route in becoming a superhero. He even sewed his own costume. It didn't have a cape, but it fit his huge muscles with erotic snugness. He looked amazing in it.
Now, most people would balk at the idea of a man playing a superhero. It does sound ridiculous. But with Brock it wasn't something funny. It was real. He had the nerve to do this because he actually had superhuman strength! And in some ways, he had superhuman powers over people. I don't know if it was pheromones or what, but somehow people seemed to be helpless in his presence.
Brock hadn't shown his bare upper body to anyone in years. He made a point to wear only very baggy clothes. It was the only way he could maintain some kind of normalcy in public. So, consequently, now he would be able to wear this muscle body-revealing tight superhero costume (complete with mask) and no one would be able to tell his identity. His superhero name was appropriate: MuscleMan.
MuscleMan wore a skin-hugging spandex-like blue outfit. It had a stylized "M" emblazoned on the chest. The fabric hugged every inch of his Titanic body. It showed every striation, every lean bulge, every flexing muscle. MuscleMan was both intimidating and seductive. His mammoth body was the most compelling display of strength and beauty anywhere. There was not a bodybuilder on the planet who could match MuscleMan's development. And there was not a person alive who could compete with his strength. He was the ultimate man.
Many people enjoy the fictional Superman. If Superman were real, he would have wept in the presence of MuscleMan. MuscleMan could have brought Superman to his knees.
Brock checked himself out in the mirror of his bedroom. His MuscleMan costume turned out better than he had hoped. He inhaled and watched as his thick, muscular chest expanded. His arms bulged out to the side slightly, to make room for his expanding pecs. His shoulders grew. His 24 inch arms became engorged with blood as they bulged. The blood vessel running down his thick biceps was clearly visible through the thin fabric of his suit.
MuscleMan exhaled. His abs began to thicken and become obscenely defined. Mountains of muscle seemed to grow and bulge from between deep valleys separating his abs. His definition was like nothing on earth. Brock's thick genitals hung between his massive quads. They would be the envy of any man, the fantasy of every woman, when he appeared in public.
Brock smiled. He liked what he saw. He knew that just the sight of his better-than-perfect body would be enough to intimidate even the most oppressive criminal. He brought his huge arms up and flexed them. They bulged the fabric. Even if someone resisted, these guns would be able to handle any problem. He flexed them harder. The muscles grew into peaks of thick, bulging meat. Then,... rrrrrrip.
"Aw shit," Brock said. He lowered his arms and looked at the shredded fabric as it caressed his gigantic arms. He smiled a little. "Guess I'll have to leave a little more room in the arms," he grinned.
Brock repaired his suit that evening. Now he was ready.
MuscleMan quickly became a regular in the community. He was widely accepted right from the beginning. The women swooned over him, some even calling for him under unnecessary circumstances. MuscleMan would gladly respond, giving the women quite an enjoyable show as he "rescued" them, but no contact was ever closer than necessary. (Well, O.K., maybe sometimes he indulged.) The men loved him, with a mix of green envy and admiration. Even the most straight guy couldn't keep his eyes off MuscleMan's mighty body. The gay guys lusted after him with a burning that was uncontrollable.
MuscleMan found that his strength was increasing. His muscular development was also improving, if that were possible. He became stronger and more desirable every day. He was huge, but not so freaky that he wasn't still drop-dead gorgeous. His thick muscles were lean and solid. His narrow waist was still a striking 28 inches, making his enormous shoulders look all the more Hurculean.
On a sunny Saturdy, Brock was driving through town. He passed by the local gym. It was quiet today. Most people were out enjoying the weather. But something caught Brock's eye, and he slowed down for a closer look. Inside the windows a big, well-developed guy was grabbing another smaller guy. The two seemed to be wrestling or something. Brock stopped and parked his convertable and watched. This scene inside the gym was quite unusual. Wrestling of this kind was not allowed on the weight floor. Just then the big guy began choking the smaller guy.
This was a job for MuscleMan.
Brock quickly stripped down to his suit and jumped out of the car. He walked into the gym. Other men were watching the scene, helpless to intervene. This big guy was very impressive. He was almost Brock's height, and extremely well defined. His hairless, massive muscles bulged as he squeezed the life out of his prey. He was shirtless. He had a day's worth of beard on an absolutely gorgeous face. The guy was a stud's stud.
MuscleMan placed his muscular hands on the big stud and began to pull his fingers off the flailing smaller guy. The stud quickly lost his grip. He writhed in pain as MuscleMan began to squeeze his hands. The huge stud began to slowly slink down to the floor. Within a few seconds he was begging MuscleMan to let go. MuscleMan's massive arms bulged with power. Brock began to get a little stimulated as he brought this extremely well-built man to painful submission. The man's shoulders were huge. His arms were painfully big. He was a perfectly developed man. His abs were defined and seductive-looking.
But he almost began to cry as he looked up at MuscleMan. MuscleMan just couldn't bring himself to stop inflicting pain on this gorgeous hunk of humanity. He reached down and began to lift the stud up. They stood facing each other, the stud noticeably smaller than MuscleMan, but incredibly muscular in his own right. MuscleMan took one step toward the stud and wrapped his immense arms around him. He began squeezing. The shirtless stud wrapped his arms around MuscleMan. It was going to be quite a show. They both began squeezing. The stud began to groan. He grimmaced. MuscleMan showed no exersion at all. He squeezed harder and grinned a little. He slightly lifted the stud off the floor. The stud tried to squeeze harder and his muscular arms bulged as he did so. But it was hopeless. He was obviously no match for MuscleMan. Brock squeezed harder and nuzzled his nose next to the neck of the stud. The thick neck of the stud was very apealing to MuscleMan. He decided to keep this hold for a while. He enjoyed the scent of the stud. The stud's muscles buckled under Brock's grip, but they were hard and thick, nonetheless. Brock found his dick getting a little eroused by this whole episode. Brock was discovering an erotic side to overwhelming another muscle stud.
As MuscleMan continued to hold his prey helpless, precum began to stain his suit. It was just a drop. Brock decided he had better back off. He couldn't risk getting a full erection in public like this. His mammoth boner would be plainly obvious to everyone.
MuscleMan loosened his grip. The stud relaxed, found his legs and stood, weakly, in front of MuscleMan. Brock eyed the stud. He had never been aroused by a man before (other than occasionally admiring his own physique in the mirror as he jacked off -- but that wasn't very often, and his fantasies usually involved women touching his flexing muscles). But as his eyes caressed the muscular body of the stud in front of him, he found himself curiously drawn to him. He wanted despirately to touch his fantastic body. This guy had obviously worked hard to bring his body to such a heightened state of development. His pecs were thick and pouty, with silver-dollar sized nipples. Brock had never contemplated nipples before. But this guy's nipples were definitely worth contemplating. The cleavage between the stud's pecs was deep and lean. The muscle fibers of his pecs pulsed under his thin skin.
The stud's arms had to be over 21 inches. They were powerful looking slabs of lean beef. Brock wanted to feel them. But, of course he couldn't.
Brock felt his penis stirring again. He knew he had to make a quick exit. He did so. He didn't even say anything. He didn't give the stud a warning or anything. He just turned and left. The guys watching were surprised. The little guy who had been the stud's victim got up and ran out of the gym.
The stud grabbed his shirt and walked out slowly.
Back in his room, Brock stripped out of his suit. He stood nude in front of the full-length mirror. He eyed his hairless, muscular body. He began to pose. As he did so, his penis began to grow. Within seconds it was at full erection. Precum dribbled down his rod as he continued posing. He didn't touch himself. He just continued posing. He wondered what it would be like to have that stud in the gym here watching him pose nude. We wondered if the stud would get off on his body the way MuscleMan got off on the stud's.
Brock imagined the stud taking his hand and touching MuscleMan's 13 inch rod. More precum oozed out at the thought of this. Brock continued to pose, placing his hands behind his head and flexing his massive biceps at the sides of his head. His thick, long erection protruded into the room. Brock fantisized about having the stud touch his abs and run his fingers up his chest. Brock was a little surprised at all of these thoughts, because he had never really had these kind of gay fantasies before. Most of his sex life involved women. He could, and did, please many women over the years. But now, an erotic lust was overtaking Brock, like he had never experienced before.
He continued to imagine that stud at the gym. His lusty thoughts were exciting. He thought about the stud undressing before him and revealing his tightly defined musculature. Brock's erection stiffened. He began to recall the erotic feeling he got as he squeezed his gargantuan arms around the hard body of the stud. He began to breath harder as he remembered nuzzling the stud's neck and feeling the helplessness of the stud, groaning in his embrace. For all of his tremendous muscles, the stud was totally helpless in MuscleMan's grip.
Brock continued to flex his muscles in the mirror. He brought his hands out to one side and hit a side biceps pose. The giant, defined slabs of meat on his arms bulged. Brock imagined the stud feeling these guns and becoming weak with envy. He flexed his arms more, bending and straightening them as his biceps rippled with thick pulsing muscles. He imagined the stud's hands trembling as they squeezed these fucking huge hunks of flexing, thick beef. He continued to enjoy his side biceps pose, bulging and growing his guns to unreal proportions, all the while imagining the stud worshiping them and caressing them as the rock-hard muscles moved under his fingers. Brock's erection was filling with semen. He tightened his penis and it grew slightly. Precum continued to spew down his thick rod. His penis began to ache with filling semen.
As he lusted after his own massive, bulging arms, he moved closer and closer to ejaculation. He tightened his guns until they felt like they would burst. The definition on his extended biceps and forearms became unreal. Brock lusted after his arms more. The mammoth muscles that formed Brock's arms were fuckin' torture to behold. They were so incredibly thick and immense, so obscenely defined and striated that they seemed to be made of steel. They continued to cause his penis to engorge with more and more semen. His dick seemed to scream, begging for release. Brock resisted, calling upon every bit of strength, holding off the inevitable explosion of cum as long as he possibly could. In his mind, the stud continued to move his trembling hands over and around his flexing guns. The stud woud kiss Brock's mighty arms as he worshipped. The stud's hands would squeeze Brock's oversize arms, but they wouldn't budge. The stud's mouth would drop in astonishment as he tried to squeeze Brock's solid iron arms.
Brock's penis was as stiff as any piece of steel he had ever bent. He was nearing the limit of his strength to resist his own seductive body.
Finally, thankfully, Brock began to loose control. His whole body jerked as he began to explode with ejaculations of semen. Hard bursts of jizz shot onto the mirror, involuntarily. He hadn't even touched himself, and he was embarking on the biggest orgasm he had ever had. Loud shots of cum squirted into the air and splashed onto the mirror as Brock continued to squeeze his jerking body into muscular displays of colossal manhood. He closed his eyes for a second and imagined the stud slipping his own penis between MuscleMan's rock-hard glutes. More cum shot against the mirror as Brock brought both arms up and hit a double biceps pose. His dick pulsed as it squirted his white cream onto the mirror.
Brock continued to reach higher and higher levels of orgasm. He continued posing, fantisizing about the stud enjoying every inch of his muscles. He shot and squirted. Finally, he could take it no more. He brought his massive hand down to his throbbing dick and gently wrapped his thick, lean fingers around his meat. He squeezed and pushed down, stretching the skin of his dick tight as he moved his hand toward his body. Brock moaned loudly as he pleasured himself. His penis burst forth with more semen.
"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Fuck me -- Mmmmusclestud," Brock moaned as he masturbated his towering, mammoth body into blissful climax. His right arm bulged as he squeezed his penis tightly. His tricep danced. He like this. He brought his other hand up and began to feel his tricep as it bulged under his hand. He imagined the stud feeling this and loosing control, ejaculating milk onto MuscleMan's gargantuan body. Brock pushed his cock hard. He stood on his tiptoes as he climaxed to the peak.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Feel ... My ... Musclebody you fuckin' weakling," Brock moaned.
Finally, after what was probably the longest orgasmic session ever, Brock was done. He smiled as he tried to look at himself through the milk-stained mirror. It was white with semen. Brock walked his massive body into the bathroom and brought out a roll of toilet paper. He wiped down the mirror and then got dressed. He liked this new-found desire for muscular men. He decided to explore these sensations further.
He decided to find out where that stud lived. He thought the stud might need another visit from MuscleMan, to make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone else. Perhaps a visit tonight.