Muscleman

The Ultimate Superhero -- MuscleMan Episode Three -- MuscleMan Meets Officer Scott by Derek Flex

Muscleman yelled loudly and sat bolt upright in his bed. The noise that came out of his mouth had welled from the deepest part of his being. It was a horrific cry, a most terrible noise.

His t-shirt was wet with sweat. He looked down onto his torso. The fabric clung to his chest and abs like skin. His abs grew and shrank with each heavy breath he took. His heart pounded in his chest. He could feel it, and hear it.

He reached over and turned on the lamp beside his bed. It was just a dream.

He had been having these dreams about his imaginary torturer, SupremeMan, for about a week. They were nightmares of the most enjoyable kind. MuscleMan had always wanted to find a man who was stronger than he -- someone who could torture and force him to submit. But alas, the fantasy had to remain only in his dreams, both waking and sleeping. There was no one on the planet who was stronger, more well-built, more powerful than MuscleMan. No one.

MuscleMan fingered the bottom of his t-shirt and began to peel it off his skin. The wet fabric made a shearing sound as his powerful arms lifted it up and away from his tight skin. He pulled the white shirt up and over his head and tossed it on the floor. His bronze skin glistened. His rippling muscles continued to ebb and flow with each deep breath. There was no fat visible on his huge, overly-developed body. His broad shoulders and thick chest were matched only by the magnificence of his 25 inch arms. Each defined head of muscle on his torso seemed to move with erotic power and sensuality. Small rivers of perspiration welled up between the ridges of his cobblestone abs.

He brought his hands up and placed them behind his head and stretched. His muscular torso danced with waves of powerful striations. He relaxed and brought his hands down. His wide deltoids powerfully capped his perfect upper-body.

He pulled down the sheet, which was also drenched in his sweat, so that it no longer covered his waist. He exposed his white, very brief posing trunks. They too were sopping, but it wasn't with sweat. His posing trunks were filled to overflowing with white, milky fluid. It made the fabric cling to his penis and balls like kitchen cling-wrap. The cut of his penis head was clearly visible through the wet cotton. Even the muscular veins that wrapped their way around his thick shaft were visible. His tennis ball-sized testicles were forced forward by his obscenely developed leg muscles. The whole ensemble formed to make the most beautiful bocquet of muscular meat, scrotum, balls, cotton and semen.

MuscleMan's fingers played with the bocquet for a moment. He was used to having orgasms while he dreamed about his imaginary SupremeMan. But this ejaculation must have been one of his biggest.

"Shit," he whispered as his fingertips pushed on the goo-filled fabric. His perfectly muscular fingers slowly peeled back the posing trunks to reveal his genitals. He was semi-limp. From the feeling in his dick, he figured he must have cum within the last ten minutes or so. He tightened his dick, and a small squirt of jizz oozed out his hole. He wiped it with his fingertip and then stuck his finger into the pool of semen that drenched his gentials. Within seconds, his most base impulses took over and he found himself sloshing his semen and rubbing his cock with both hands. His huge arms swelled as he manipulated himself. He brought himself to an erection again. Oh it felt so good. His wet, steel-hard dick rose into the air as his strong hands caressed it. How he loved touching himself! He tore his posing trunks off and tossed them on the foot of the bed.

Officer Scott drove his cruiser through the dark streets of town. He had just gotten a call: Man yelling in the night. Scott was about 5 minutes away from the address. He kept his lights and siren off. He was instructed to just check out the complaint.

As he drove by each streetlight, Scott would look at his huge arms as the lights illuminated them. He loved what he saw. His forearms were bigger and more muscular than any he had ever seen. The thick muscles were covered with a dark tan. Very dark for a white guy. Scott had always tanned dark, and it only accentuated his sensual, powerful look. His black, butch haircut gave him a military look that the women loved, and the men envied.

The tight fabric around his 23 inch upper arms just made his guns look that much more powerful, as the streetlights tried to shine on them. His vascular skin bulged inside the fabric.

Scott was 25 years old and married. He had never competed in a bodybuilding contest, but knew he would blow away anybody, had he chosen to enter competition. His bodyfat was well below 4%. His thick shoulders and narrow waist were unbeatable.

But the most amazing thing about Scott wasn't just his eye-popping build (which DID pop any eyes that saw it). It was his fucking inhuman strength!

Scott had never met anyone who could beat him in any contest of strength. He routinely benched 540 pounds. He was unbeaten in arm wrestling. Even men who were much bigger than he was couldn't match his strength (and there weren't many who were bigger).

His intimidating build and his unbeatable strength came in real handy in his line of work.

Officer Scott arrived at the address and got out of his patrol car. He rang the bell.

MuscleMan threw the sheet off and got out of his bed. He checked the clock:

1:00 a.m. Who would be coming at this hour? He quickly grabbed a towell and wrapped it around his waist and went to the front door and opened it.

The two men stood looking at each other for quite a few seconds before anyone said anything. Scott was completely blown away by the almost naked musclegod who stood before him. He had never seen anyone so completely developed in his life! This guy was so much bigger than anyone in any magazine or video or even than he had ever imagined! MuscleMan's unbelievable definition left Scott speechless.

MuscleMan was taken aback too. Scott 6'5 frame was nearly as tall as his. He filled his police uniform with so much unmistakable beef that MuscleMan had to take a second look. His belt was sinched loosely around his narrow waist, so that it was obvious it was on its smallest notch. Even though Scott was wearing a vest under his light blue shirt, MuscleMan could see his back development. MuscleMan pondered the battle that must be going on under the officer's shirt, between that vest and his huge lat muscles. Scott's legs bulged under the dark blue trowsers. Powerful.

And Scott's unbelievably muscular arms seemed to taunt. MuscleMan instinctively began to imagine what it would be like to force those huge guns into submission. It would be a task that would be all too enjoyable for the superhero!

"Got a complaint about a man yelling," Scott said.

"Oh, yeah," MuscleMan answered. "I guess I just had a bad dream."

Scott's eyes ran down MuscleMan's superior, glistening torso and stopped on the bulge that his dick made as it poked at the towell. "Yeah, I have dreams like that too, sometimes," Scott said, grinning only slightly.

MuscleMan, ever confident, grinned back and said "That would be something to behold."

Scott didn't know quite how to take that last comment.

"Would you mind if I came in and checked your place out?" Scott prodded. He really knew this guy's story was on the level, especially from the look of the bulge in his towell. But he kinda wanted an excuse to check out MuscleMan's development a little more. The guy was fucking huge and cut. Scott always liked to admire well-built men, and talk bodybuilding. Deep down, he kinda wanted to see if he could intimidate this musclegod. It would be TOO HOT to be able to impress this bodybuilder with his unreal strength. Scott's inhuman strength would be something this muscleman would be able to appreciate.

"No problem. Come on in," MuscleMan smiled.

"What's your name, sir?" Scott asked.

"Brock Garrett," MuscleMan gave his real name.

The two men made their way through the apartment. Scott looked around. They finally arrived at Brock's bedroom. The wet top sheets were pulled back. A pool of semen darkened the sheet in the middle of the bed. Scott walked over to the bed and stopped. While MuscleMan watched, somewhat amused, Scott reached his fingers down and picked up MuscleMan's wet posing trunks off of the foot of the bed. Globs of semen dripped from the fabric as Scott held it in his fingertips. MuscleMan watched silently, a slight grin on his face.

"I hope you aren't going to arrest me for masturbating," MuscleMan said.

Scott brought his other hand up to the posing trunks and began to finger the semen as it dripped from the fabric. Without looking up, he said "No, but I've got to say you really put out quite a load."

MuscleMan smiled. "Thanks."

"I don't know that I meant it as a compliment," Scott said, tossing the trunks back onto the bed. He rubbed his fingers together, spreading MuscleMan's semen into his fingertips. "I was just thinking it's too bad you can't find a woman to take care of this for you." Scott looked at MuscleMan and thought to himself, `how could a guy built like THAT not be able to get a woman?'

MuscleMan remained silent.

Scott walked over to MuscleMan. He stopped quite close. "Everything here checks out O.K.," he said. "I just have one or two questions, if you don't mind."

"Shoot," MuscleMan smiled.

The corner of Scott's mouth turned up as he contemplated the various meanings of that word. You don't want to be saying that too often to a man who's carrying a loaded weapon on his hip. But MuscleMan contemplated a far different meaning, imagining what it would be like to have Scott fire off the heat he was packing between his legs.

Scott moved a little closer to MuscleMan, hoping to encroach on his space a little. "Well, to begin with," Scott said. "How much can you bench?" The two men stood eye-to-eye, only inches apart.

"Like my development, huh," MuscleMan grinned. His confident smile was a killer. He flexed his bare pec muscles and the waves of thick meat danced across his broad chest. Scott swallowed a little, but he reminded himself that he was easily stronger than men who were substantially larger than himself, so he figured this Brock Garrett would be do-able. He instinctively pushed his own chest out, just slightly, in response. The buttons on his shirt strained as his massive pecs fought against them.

MuscleMan knew he couldn't tell Scott the real weight he was capable of benching. Mainly, because Scott would just laugh when he told him he could easily lift 2,000 pounds. So he made up a weight that sounded a bit more realistic. "I've done over 500 pounds," MuscleMan smiled.

"So in other words," Scott said, "All these big muscles look real good, but you aren't really that strong."

MuscleMan's expression got serious. "Strong enough to meet any challenge," he said. His chizzled face looked like it was made of marble. Scott bent his arm and touched his finger to MuscleMan's incredible forearm. He moved his finger up the lean, vessel-lined beef. "Done any strength contests muscle man?" Scott whispered as he stared into MuscleMan's steel eyes.

MuscleMan stood completely still as Scott moved his finger higher. Soon Scott spread his fingers and began to feel the amazing hardness of MuscleMan's forearm. Almost unable to stop himself, Scott moved his hand higher and began to feel MuscleMan's relaxed 25 inch upper arm. "Fuck," Scott said. "Your arms are incredible."

MuscleMan remained frozen. He liked having this huge musclecop feeling him out. The cop was a little cocky, and MuscleMan liked that. He looked forward to knocking him down a few notches. All in good time.

"What kind of strength contest did you have in mind?" MuscleMan asked quietly as he tightened his tricep for the cop's quivering fingers.

Scott almost shuddered at the feel of the iron-hard muscle that danced beneath his fingers. But he retained his composure. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "Maybe a little arm wrestling would be interesting." He gently squeezed MuscleMan's huge arm as he said "arm wrestling." Scott had never met anyone whom he could not blow away with his super-human, powerful arms. He figured this would be a great chance to impress this musclegod. Even if this Brock muscleman beat him, it sure would be a good fight. Scott found his penis bulging in his pants as he contemplated exerting his powerful guns against the muscleking that he was touching.

MuscleMan brought his hand up to the police officer's huge arm. He moved his fingers over the tight fabric that adoringly pulled on Scott's massive upper arm. He squeezed Scott's tricep a little bit. Scott's fucking thick arm was as hard as iron. MuscleMan's fingers lingered and massaged the warm, solid meat for a few seconds. "You're on," MuscleMan grinned. His confidence intimidated Scott just a little.

As the two men positioned themselves on the wet sheets, Scott wondered what he was getting himself into. What the fuck was he thinking? This guy was fucking-A-HUGE! MuscleMan's rippling physique bulged with defined, insanely large muscles as he draped his upper body onto the bed. Scott stood on the other side of the bed and watched the muscleshow as MuscleMan prepared to face-off. Then Scott laid his upper body onto his side of the bed.

The two men faced each other with their lower bodies draped off opposite sides of the bed, their bulging right arms at the ready to battle. MuscleMan's bare upper body was absolutely a work of art. His arm bulged with a huge grapefruit head of bicep muscle. His thick, erect forearm was laced with crisscrossed veins. It rippled as he wriggled his fingers. He grinned into Scott's eyes.

Scott's tight uniform fought him. His massive back pushed hard against his vest. He brought his right arm forward, and MuscleMan's eyes fixed on his bicep. The fabric of Scott's shirt sleeve was tight around his gun. MuscleMan was going to enjoy this.

The two men stared into each other's eyes. They chisled their faces into intimidating grins of confidence -- each man knowing that he could beat the other. But only one of them was right.

Scott moved his hand close to MuscleMan. He opened his fingers, inviting MuscleMan to grip his hand. MuscleMan slowly wrapped his powerful fingers around Scott's and began to squeeze. Scott quickly closed his bronze fingers around MuscleMan's grip. MuscleMan squeezed tighter. Scott met the force. Tighter. The two men exerted an incredible amount of force on each other's grip.

MuscleMan pushed his huge body forward, to get a better position for the contest. Scott did the same. MuscleMan's shoulders moved closer to Scott's broad beauties. The two men were nearly on top of their arms as they prepared for battle. MuscleMan's fucking huge arm dwarfed Scott's 23 inches of beefed muscle. But Scott was confident in his own superhuman ability. He was ready.

The two men repositioned themselves a few times, each trying to out-advantage the other before the contest began.

Finally, it was time for the battle of strength to begin. Scott counted: ONE. The men drew in heavy breaths. TWO. They both exhaled and drew in another. THREE.

MuscleMan was shocked. This musclecop was STRONG! Scott took the first advantage, slowly pressing MuscleMan's arm backward. Scott's entire body tightened as he exerted his unreal strength. His arm bulged with expanding muscle. He moved MuscleMan's arm back about four inches. Within a few seconds, Scott's shirt began to slowly tear. It wasn't a quick rip. It was a slow, torturous tear as the fabric was forced apart by the expanding bicep inside. The tear lengthened. Scott was not distracted. He was used to this. In fact he planned it. It usually intimidated the hell out of his opponent. Tearing his shirt to shreads was almost always a sure-fire way to lock up a contest. Finally the tear stopped. Scott's shirt was split up to the base of his deltoid. He kept pressing, forcing his might onto MuscleMan. He felt pretty good about his initial showing. His confidence bulged with each powerful expansion of his arm.

But despite his freakish power, Scott was not even in the same league as MuscleMan when it came to strength. MuscleMan now made his move. He tightened his face and began to slowly push Scott's arm back into the upright position. Scott held his breath and squinted his eyes as he fought back. MuscleMan pushed harder and began to overpower the musclecop. MuscleMan's fucking gun grew larger. His huge bicep head seemed to separate from the rest of his arm. Scott's forearm moved backwards. MuscleMan's arm grew even bigger! Scott began to breath huge breaths. He began panting. He contorted his face and tightened his entire body. MuscleMan forced the cop's arm back farther and farther. Within a few seconds, MuscleMan had Scott's arm bent back by at least four inches, and he kept moving it farther: slowly, forcefully, painfully.

Scott grew incredulous. He couldn't believe he had met a man who could do this! He panted loudly and fought with all his might. His forearm bulged with blood vessels. His bicep felt as if it would explode! MuscleMan watched as the helpless musclecop struggled. MuscleMan's cock began to expand as it hung down at the side of the bed, draped on each side by the towell that he had wrapped around his waist. He stared into Scott's straining face and grinned just a little. Scott's face was strong. He was as handsome as all getout. MuscleMan studied it as it grimmaced and strained against his powerful force.

Forcing this musclecop to submit was stimulating MuscleMan to no end. Within a few seconds, his throbbing, totally erect cock began squirting cum onto the side of the mattress. He continued to muscle the cop into painful submission.. Scott kept straining against MuscleMan, oblivious to the sexual gratification MuscleMan was getting out of this little musclefight. MuscleMan's body jerked slightly as his hot semen flowed onto the side of the bed and the rug. He let up on Scott's arm just a bit so he could have more time to ejaculate as they fought. Scott moved his arm up a little and drew in a deep breath. He pushed with all his might, forcing MuscleMan's arm back even farther. MuscleMan's face winced as he reached the highest level of his climax. His cum shot hard as Scott fought for all he was worth.

MuscleMan reached back with his left hand and yanked the towell off his waist, allowing his totally nude body to enjoy the orgasm unhindered. His tightly muscled physique rippled with sexual energy. His wet scrotum draped his hard balls low as his stiff dick continued to shoot hard. His penis head opened and closed with slow, mechanical rhythm, pumping his semen into the air. MuscleMan began to tickle his cock with the fingers of his left hand as he pumped Scott's weakening arm with his other hand.

Scott's arm began to move back again. MuscleMan's orgasm continued in the longest, highest climax he had experienced in many days. With each sensual jerk of semen, MuscleMan moved Scott's throbbing arm back a little.

Scott, unwilling to acknowledge defeat, began to fight back once again. He began to yell. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" With each laborious, heavy breath he yelled. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Slowly, Scott brought his left hand around and moved it close to MuscleMan's fighting arm. Scott moved his hand closer, trying to prop himself up in an effort to regain control of the contest. MuscleMan allowed Scott to move higher, on top of the heaping mass of muscle formed by the two men's arms. Their cheeks began to touch as they struggled against each other. Scott's expletives shot into MuscleMan's ear as the two men fought.

Soon, Scott began to move the fingers of his left hand up onto MuscleMan's exploded, bulging bicep. He began to feel the unbelievably massive, steel-hard meat of MuscleMan's gun. "Shit!" he whispered loudly, exhaling a huge amount of air into MuscleMan's ear. His fingers trembled as they took in the whole of MuscleMan's fucking gargantuan arm. Little by little, Scott's entire body began to shake as he fought for all he was worth. Beads of sweat poured down his straining face. MuscleMan began to move Scott's arm back and forth slowly, demonstrating how absolutely strong he was. He almost seemed to be using Scott as an exercise! Scott's whole body shook almost violently now. His arm screamed in excruciating pain. He was undergoing an amazing amount of physical punishment. He tried to squeeze MuscleMan's bicep with his free fingers in an effort to weaken the mighty one. But his digging fingers were only met with iron, unmovable, rock-hard muscle. MuscleMan's bicep grew and pushed Scott's squeezing fingers back. Scott fought on. He held his breath and closed his eyes as he struggled against the unstoppable mountain of strength.

MuscleMan began to renew his orgasm as Scott's fingers squeezed his bicep. He pushed harder on Scott and moved his arm back. It was time for the kill.

Scott's fingers began to feel the side of MuscleMan's arm, as his own arm was forced back towards the mattress. MuscleMan's tricep bulged and Scott was nearing exhaustion. Scott's fingers couldn't let go of the huge beef that stuck out of the side of MuscleMan's arm. Scott's arm was almost all the way back. He pushed hard, cursing again. Then, in one quick moment, it was over.

MuscleMan pushed harder, and Scott's arm touched the mattress. Scott, exhausted, rolled slightly back. His breathing was incredibly hard and heavy. He panted as he stopped struggling.

MuscleMan ejaculated powerfully as he forced Scott to the mat. He slowly leaned forward and positioned his face so his cheek caressed Scott's. He leaned forward a little more, rubbing his day-old wiskers into the police officer's soft skin. His lips moved onto Scott's ear. MuscleMan held Scott's defeated arm down tightly so he couldn't move. MuscleMan opened his lips and moved them over Scott's ear. He whispered "Winner takes all, musclecop." Before he could even finish his sentence, he slipped his tongue into Scott's outer ear and began licking. Scott's body tightened as he tried to fight off MuscleMan. But it was totally in vain. Within a few seconds Scott's body went limp as he submitted his huge musclebody to MuscleMan's sensual, erotic licks. Scott's hand still rested on MuscleMan's bulging arm, and he began squeezing it as his ear was cleaned by the musclegod's warm, rough tongue. MuscleMan continued to ejaculate as he frenched the cop's ear in a victorious celebration of his own strength and supremacy. He slipped his tongue into Scott's ear canal and wriggled it. Scott laid completely still, like prey being eaten by a huge jungle predator.

MuscleMan jerked a few hard bursts as he continued his orgasm. His saliva soaked Scott's ear. He pinned Scott's muscular arm to the mat and held him there. But Scott wasn't going anywhere anyway. His limp body was frozen.

The two men lay still for a few minutes as MuscleMan finished his orgasm. Finally, he let go of Scott. The police officer moaned in pain and began to rub his arm. He had no idea that his powerful, struggling musclebody had just given his opponent a huge orgasm. MuscleMan stood up. Scott lay on his back, breathing deep and groaning as he rubbed his arm.

MuscleMan's semi-limp dick dripped the last remnants of semen onto the rug. Scott's eyes saw MuscleMan's thick, red cock as it oozed semen, and he immediately rolled over and stood up. He was speechless. His eyes ran up and down MuscleMan's nude, glistening body and stopped on his huge gentials.

They were the most sensual, large peices of manhood Scott had ever seen.

MuscleMan quickly moved around the bed and began to tear Scott's uniform off. At first Scott tried to out-maneuver MuscleMan, but it became immediately apparent that even with all of his police training and extreme physical development, he was no match for MuscleMan. The two men struggled for just a minute, then Scott relaxed. MuscleMan quickly disarmed Scott and in one quick tear, ripped his shirt front from top to bottom, the buttons popping off like popcorn.

Scott was as straight as they come. But for some inexplicable reason, he was intrigued by MuscleMan's sexual bent. He knew he was helpless anyway, so he decided to see where this was going. He had an unexplainable desire to let MuscleMan have his way with him. It was strangely exciting for him.

Within a minute, Scott was totally nude. MuscleMan's cock began to grow again as he checked out the musclecop's incredible body. He was built a lot like Mike Mattarazzo, but much taller and with a much narrower waist.

"What do you say we have another strength contest," MuscleMan said. His dick was becoming more erect every second. MuscleMan moved close to Scott. Their thick, protruding pecs touched. MuscleMan danced his pecs, and waves of muscle rolled over Scott's own massive chest.

Without waiting for an answer, MuscleMan put his arms around Scott, enveloping his broad shoulders and joining his own hands at Scott's back. Scott groaned as MuscleMan began to bear hug him with tremendous force. MuscleMan's oak arms tightened, his biceps bulging where they contacted Scott's rock-hard deltoids.

Although Scott was in agony, he was able to think quickly. He moved his left leg between MuscleMan's legs and quickly shoved his mighty limb around MuscleMan's gargantuan quad. Scott snapped his calf around MuscleMan's, in a quick attempt to trip him. MuscleMan, caught off guard, lost his footing briefly and began to stumble. Only by sheer strength was MuscleMan able to force his leg back into a secure position and regain his balance. The two men teettered for a second, each one struggling to out-muscle the other.

Quickly, Scott tried the move again. But this time MuscleMan was ready. Scott's calf was met this time by a rock-hard and ready leg. MuscleMan's leg didn't budge. Scott moaned in pain as his calf made a thudding sound on MuscleMan's. MuscleMan squeezed Scott's shoulders a little harder. The men's noses touched as MuscleMan grinned into his prey's face. Scott writhed in agony.

Scott's next move was with his upper body. He slowly began to raise his arms, muscling his way out of MuscleMan's death grip. Scott's arms raised higher. MuscleMan fought hard against the cop's incredible strength. Scott had the positional advantage here. It was easier for Scott to raise his arms with his huge deltoids, than it was for MuscleMan to push down on them.

Scott continued his amazing show of shoulder strength, his arms raising higher. MuscleMan's face tightened and strained. Scott's arms stopped their upward progress. Scott squinted and pushed harder. He made one last effort, and forced his arms up, popping MuscleMan's grip and breaking the two men apart.

Quickly, MuscleMan advanced again, this time grabbing Scott under the arms. MuscleMan hugged tightly again -- his mighty, bulging upper arms squeezing against Scott's wide lats. The two men's muscles met in a painful, forceful war. Scott nearly lost consciousness as MuscleMan began to squeeze the breath out of him. Scott began to jam his arms downward. The flailing had little effect. MuscleMan's grip strengthened. Scott continued to flap his arms against MuscleMan's oaks, but it was in vain.

MuscleMan squeezed and squeezed. His huge arms struggled against Scott's massive lats. Muscle against muscle. Pressure against force. The two men hugged, their muscular bodies grunting and straining. MuscleMan's mighty arms began to bring Scott's wide lats into painful submission, squeezing and contracting them with flexing, powerful muscle.

Scott's body began to go limp. MuscleMan moved his grinning face close to Scott's. Slowly, MuscleMan's lips met Scott's. Scott froze. He was in incredible pain, and nearly unconscious from lack of oxygen. He began to panic as MuscleMan's sexual intensions became all too obvious. He decided he didn't want to find out about homosex after all.

MuscleMan grunted as he squeezed a little more. He slowly separated Scott's lips with his tongue. Scott's heart raced. His lats ached under the pressure of MuscleMan's powerful arms. His mouth quickly filled with the warm, active tongue of his new master.

MuscleMan grunted again as his tongue began to enjoy Scott's warm, soft mouth. He closed his eyes as he explored. His boner was stiff. He moved his torso back to let his erect cock shoot up between his own eight-pack and the cobblestone abs of his victim. Ron's dick was limp. He was too week, and too uninterested in sex to get any kind of erection. His dark, hairy genitals hung loose, as MuscleMan's thick cock rubbed gently against his abs. MuscleMan began to slowly rock his torso, pushing ever-so-gently against the musclecop's tummy.

MuscleMan squeezed his arms tightly around Scott's huge body, as he frenched the powerful musclecop. Scott stood there, helpless and in pain. After about three or four minutes of this passionate kissing and ab/cock massage, Scott began to move his tongue. MuscleMan groaned with pleasure as Scott flexed his tongue and began to move it, just a little.

MuscleMan was nearing orgasm. Scott was TOO HOT! MuscleMan released Scott from the death-grip. Immediately, Scott's lungs filled with oxygen, and he regained his strength. MuscleMan was distracted and weakened by his closeness to sexual climax. Scott began to push MuscleMan away, and the two men began wrestling with each other. They struggled with each other for a few seconds and fell on the bed together.

Quickly, MuscleMan forced Scott into a full nelson. By brute force, he lifted Scott's 270 pounds of pure muscle off the bed and held him, standing behind him. MuscleMan's huge arms pushed below Scott's, forcing Scott's massive arms to flap outward. MuscleMan's arms bent upward and his hands gripped Scott behind the head. His powerful arms exerted a painful amount of force on the thick, bulging neck of the cop.

Scott moaned in pain as MuscleMan grunted. MuscleMan's erect dick had landed right between the thick quads of the cop, and the pressure exerted by those muscular quads gave MuscleMan's penis quite a pleasurable experience.

MuscleMan jerked his arms tighter, forcing Scott's head forward slightly. Scott fought back, bringing his hands up to his forehead and pushing his head back. MuscleMan simply pushed harder. Scott's arms bulged as he fought, but MuscleMan forced his head forward, in humble submission.

"Now it's time for you to find out what my strength can REALLY do, musclecop," MuscleMan whispered into Scott's ear. "You ever been RAPED?"

Scott's answer was a grunt and a powerful push. MuscleMan continued to speak as he occasionally jerked the cop's mucular neck with his powerful arms. "No, I doubt it. A man with a physique like yours could handle himself in any situation. Except this one." MuscleMan leaned forward and gently kissed the back of Scott's thick neck, nibbling one of his protruding vertabrae.

MuscleMan pulled his torso back, gently and slowly removing his stiff cock from between Scott's legs. MuscleMan's precum dribbled down the inside of Scott's muscular quads. Then MuscleMan slowly pushed his throbbing dick up and began to separate Scott's glutes. His muscular probe moved in between Scott's ass cheeks, ever-so-slowly parting the rock-hard ass muscle. Scott squirmed and fought. MuscleMan yanked Scott's neck forward hard. Scott yelled in pain and stood still. He remained still as MuscleMan continued to rape his ass.

Within a minute or so, MuscleMan's wet, steel rod was all the way inside Scott's tight ass. MuscleMan notched it in the last bit and then tightened every muscle in his body. It felt sooooo good to rape this bodybuilder. Scott was the epitome of strength, power, muscle and authority. And MuscleMan was raping him, bringing him in to humiliating submission.

MuscleMan gently bit his lower lip as he held his prey still. He nudged his cock in and pressed it hard, up into the musclecop's abdomen. He flexed his rod, and Scott groaned as it moved inside him. MuscleMan stood absolutely still now, continuing to hold Scott in the full-nelson. He held still, without pumping. He patiently waited for the semen in his penis to begin exploding inside the muscular man he held captive. MuscleMan's engorged dick began to tingle. The muscular cop was the biggest turn-on! His warm, dark ass cave seemed to involuntarily massage MuscleMan's hyper-sensitive penis. MuscleMan pushed himself in farther.

Scott moaned again. His neck and head were under unbearable pressure. MuscleMan's dick inside him was the most unusual feeling he had ever had. The hard, wide rod felt like a metal shaft as it moved inside his rectum. It was at once painful, and pleasantly ... "different."

Suddenly, Scott began to feel the steel rod move. MuscleMan's dick began to open and close inside him. Warm bursts of liquid began to fill him. MuscleMan was cumming.

MuscleMan winced with the first few ejaculations. His huge, muscular body tightened. His vascularity was amazing! Muscle on top of muscle rippled as his body convulsed with the most pleasurable orgasm he had had in a long time. His mega super-sized body began to empty it's semen into the super-sized body of officer Scott. MuscleMan leaned back just a little, and lifted Scott's feet off the floor. His super-strong cock supported Scott's muscular body as it filled him with jizz.

MuscleMan yelled "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."

Scott flailed in pain as MuscleMan's cock stretched his rectum. He could actually feel MuscleMan's penis head expand and contract with each ejaculation. The rod inside him seemed to mechanically open and close to deposit it's warm milk.

MuscleMan released Scott from the full-nelson and continued to lean back, forcing his member up Scott's ass farther. He grabbed Scott's mammoth shoulders and held on tight. He yelled with each jerking ejaculation of his cum. "Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!..."

The musclecop, suspended in air by MuscleMan's stiff dick, hung like a ragdoll. His muscular limbs flopped in the air as MuscleMan raped the shit out of him.

MuscleMan held officer Scott captive for the rest of the night, raping him, torturing him, forcing him to have oral sex, forcing him to submit his huge, muscular body to the more powerful body of his MuscleMan master. Officer Scott, the muscular policeman, was humiliated. His perfect body became Brock Garrett's plaything for the night.

At dawn, MuscleMan dressed the cop and pushed him out the door. Scott stumbled back to his police cruiser. His huge body ached, and his ass dripped with MuscleMan's cum. Small drops of MuscleMan's semen remained near his lips. He leaned his head on the steering wheel and began to sob. The huge strongman had been broken.

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