The Ultimate Superhero -- MuscleMan Episode Five -- MuscleMan Meets Stallion by Derek Flex
MuscleMan turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He didn't bother to wash the cum off the shower door.
He toweled his superhuman muscular body off and slipped on a pair of tight jogging shorts. His massive quads stretched the fabric to its limit. He slowly hit a few eye-popping poses in the mirror and felt his cock with his right hand. His 28 inch right arm bulged with ripples of veins and muscle as he touched himself through his shorts.
He put on a tank top and walked into his apartment living room. It was furnished very nicely. MuscleMan had money coming out of his ears, and his decor showed it.
He grabbed the remote and flashed on the big screen TV and VCR. Some morphed bodybuilder man-to-man sex video came on the screen. MuscleMan leaned back in his chair and smiled as he watched the show. His cock thickened. He put his hand on his shorts and pushed lightly.
A loud pounding at his front door interrupted the show. MuscleMan switched off the equipment, walked to the door and opened it.
His heart quickened as he looked at the three men standing there. On his left was Officer Scott, the musclecop he had muscle-raped about a month ago. His thick, muscular build filled his uniform just as powerfully as it had before. On the right was another cop. His height was the same 6'5" as Scott (and MuscleMan himself), and about the same build as Scott -- pure, lean muscle. He had short blonde hair, very short on the sides and a little curly on top. His neck was muscular and thick, and his jaw was very square and strong. The name badge on his uniform said "Williams."
In between these two muscular cops stood a black man who was fucking huge! He was three or four inches taller than the other cops (and MuscleMan), and he had to be more than 50 pounds heavier. And the additional weight was all MUSCLE. It appeared that there was not an ounce of fat on this guy. He was extremely handsome. He smiled a devilishly confident smile. His neck looked like a tower of black stone. He had a small mustache. He looked an awful lot like Chris Cormier, but much more huge. His chest and shoulders were so extremely thick that he looked like he was wearing armor. But it was just his incredible physique, bulging and pressing against his black T-shirt. The fabric hugged his whole torso. Muscle upon muscle rippled on his arms. They were every bit as big as MuscleMan's 25 inch arms. But his black, paper-thin skin made the musculature of his guns look even more POWERFUL! The sleeves of his black shirt were forced up toward his huge delts by the sheer mass of his bi's and tri's.
MuscleMan didn't think a man existed who could rival his own supreme body. But standing before him was the man who did just that. MuscleMan had battled many men before. Some of them were bigger than he was. But no man was stronger. MuscleMan wondered to himself if this black mountain of muscle had mere mortal strength, like the others he had fought, or if this guy was as strong and intimidating as he looked.
Before anyone could say anything, the three men pushed their way inside MuscleMan's apartment, shoving him inside. The combined force of the three bodybuilders definitely caught MuscleMan off guard. As soon as they got inside, the black muscle mass turned around and closed the door and locked it. His back was like the side of a building! His upper body tapered to a narrow, tight waist. The guy had incredibly round and solid looking glutes.
They fought the fabric of his jeans. MuscleMan was nearly dumbfounded. This guy wasn't necessarily BIGGER than MuscleMan (although he was taller), but it was just so amazing to see someone who was in the same LEAGUE as MuscleMan!
While MuscleMan stood in his entryway eying the black prince before him, the two cops quickly made their move. Scott bent toward MuscleMan and quickly snapped a handcuff on his left wrist. Williams did the same with another set of handcuffs, snapping them on MuscleMan's right wrist. MuscleMan instantly flexed his arms and nearly lifted the two cops off the floor as he pushed them away. Williams hit the wall. Scott tripped and fell to the floor. Each of MuscleMan's wrists had a set of handcuffs on them, but neither was connected to anything. They hung from MuscleMan's wrists like dangling jewelry. The black guy just stood there.
Williams and Scott got up and moved toward MuscleMan again. Each one grabbed one of MuscleMan's arms and began struggling with the rippling 25 inches of pure muscle. MuscleMan bent his arms and lifted both men into the air. He tossed them away again. The black guy stood there and smiled just a bit.
The two cops made their third attempt to restrain MuscleMan. It failed as well.
Now, the black guy took a few steps toward MuscleMan. "Maybe you two officer-ettes need some help," he said. His voice was low and resonant. He took another step toward MuscleMan. He was now inches in front of him. His four inches of superior height gave him an advantage. He grabbed MuscleMan's left arm with both of his hands and instructed the two cops to grab the right wrist and put it behind his back. MuscleMan resisted. The black guy strained, but he was able to keep MuscleMan's arm down and back. The two cops weren't quite as successful. MuscleMan jerked his right hand free and pushed the cops back. Then he quickly landed a powerful blow against the cobblestone sheet of metal that seemed to compose the black man's abs.
MuscleMan's fist made a thud sound as it impacted the black guy's abs. The black man flinched just a bit, but didn't budge. MuscleMan's fist buckled. His wrist sprained. He hadn't expected this guy's abs to be so solid. That was stupid, he thought. Didn't get a good angle.
While MuscleMan recovered, the two cops quickly moved again. "Hurry up, you gords," the black guy said. The cops grabbed MuscleMan's right arm again and began to bend it behind his back. MuscleMan struggled against the three men for what seemed like hours. In reality it took only about two minutes for the three of them to double handcuff MuscleMan. Soon, they had him in ankle shackles as well. MuscleMan was totally restrained. His muscular body bulged and rippled as he tried to free himself. But he was trapped. For the first time in his life, he felt panic. His heart raced.
The huge black guy stepped close to MuscleMan. He said "They call me Stallion." He smiled at MuscleMan and flashed his bright teeth. His handsome face was enough to make most men ache with envy. "We--my cop friends here--and me, we thought you might like to go for a little 'horsey ride.'" Stallion grinned more, and moved within inches of MuscleMan's face.
He made a low, grunting sound as he smiled into MuscleMan's expressionless eyes. Hot breath steamed out of his nostrils and onto MuscleMan's face. He continued, "Seems you had an unfortunate run-in with my friend, Officer Scott, here. Bad mistake on your part. I don't take kindly to guys muscling my friends around." Stallion exhaled on MuscleMan's face again. "I think I'm gunna give you a little taste of your own medicine, Garrett." He paused for a second and then said, "No. Make that a BIG taste of your own medicine." He chuckled.
Stallion moved just a little closer and his massive body brushed up against MuscleMan's restrained frame. Stallion brought his hands up and with one quick rip, he tore the tank top off of MuscleMan. He opened his fingers and it fell to the floor. MuscleMan's muscular upper body was motionless except for an occasional rippling flex of his triceps as he strained against the handcuffs behind him. Scott and Williams held onto his wrists, to help keep him still.
The black Stallion moved his huge right hand up onto MuscleMan's arm. "Officer Scott told me how incredibly huge and strong you are. Seems he's right." Stallion squeezed MuscleMan's tricep as he spoke. MuscleMan's rock-hard gun didn't budge under the powerful fingers of the black musclegod. "But," Stallion continued, "What he didn't tell me is how incredibly sexy and sensual you are. Damn, you are one HOT muscle freak," Stallion said. His whole body quivered as he contemplated the desirability of MuscleMan's incredible physique. He ran his hand up and down MuscleMan's arm, then brought it up to his huge delts. The muscular, black fingers moved slowly, enjoying every inch of the steel-tight muscle beneath them. Stallion's hand moved down onto MuscleMan's thick chest.
"You sure are brave and strong, when you have your two thugs along to protect you," MuscleMan said. "Why not just you and me go at it. One on one."
Stallion didn't answer. He smiled just a bit and looked into MuscleMan's eyes.
"You mother fucker," MuscleMan said.
Stallion moved his face so that the two men's cheeks began to touch. He whispered loudly into MuscleMan's ear, "No. I'm not a mother fucker." He chuckled. "I'm a Garrett fucker." He laughed and stuck his hot dark tongue into MuscleMan's ear.
MuscleMan recoiled, pulling his head back. Stallion hissed "DON'T YOU PULL AWAY FROM ME!" In one quick blow, Stallion drew his mammoth right arm back and released it, as if it were a log ramming the door of a castle. His huge black fist landed squarely in the middle of MuscleMan's steel-plated abs with a deep thud. MuscleMan's tight torso rippled as it absorbed the impact. Stallion's powerful fist was undamaged. He drew his arm back and pounded MuscleMan again. MuscleMan stood motionless. Stallion hammered again, this time with his left arm. Little effect.
"Well lets see how long you can keep THAT up," Stallion said. Stallion repeatedly landed blows on MuscleMan's abs. The deep, resonant thuds became more rapid. Ten hard blows. Then twenty. MuscleMan began to grimace with the successive blows. He tightened his abs more, to ward off the unending attacks. But the extreme power of the Stallion was amazing. MuscleMan fought against the handcuffs and shackles, but it was in vain. The two musclecops held him tight. Williams seemed to have a special interest in MuscleMan's arms, and occasionally he moved his fingers up to feel MuscleMan flex his tricep as he squirmed.
The force of Stallion's gargantuan arms began to take a toll on MuscleMan. After about 50 hits, MuscleMan began to buckle.
Stallion was working up a sweat. His black shirt was spotted with moisture.
He continued pounding MuscleMan's abs. MuscleMan began to groan in pain.
Within a few minutes, MuscleMan was writhing. His once steel abs quivered like pudding.
Stallion stopped. MuscleMan tried to double over, but the cops pulled him up straight. He moaned loudly. Stallion moved close again. "Where were we," he mused. He rubbed his cheek against MuscleMan's again and reinserted his tongue inside MuscleMan's ear. He passionately licked and kissed it. MuscleMan moaned again. His abs were in so much pain he felt lightheaded.
Stallion stepped back and said "Oh man. Where are my manners? Here I am getting all acquainted with your body, and I haven't even let you get to know mine." He grinned at the writhing MuscleMan. He stepped back and tore his shirt off in three or four shreds. MuscleMan's eyes grew wide as they fell upon the hairless, unbelievably developed upper body of the black Stallion. Dark ripples of muscle seemed to move in waves. His fucking 25 inch arms bulged with muscles just screaming to be felt. His thick, broad shoulders were awesome. His mammoth chest was powerful and sensual. His eight-pack rivaled MuscleMan's own armor (at least what MuscleMan's armor USED to look like). His narrow waist slipped gracefully down into his blue jeans.
MuscleMan didn't know whether to spit or wind his watch. He was overcome with confusing thoughts. On the one hand, he was terrified to be in this position--trapped by three powerful, ruthless thugs who were bent on inflicting revenge and horrific pain. On the other hand, he was filled with a burning lust like he had never experienced. He made a quick mental note to remember to fuck more black men. This Stallion guy was the biggest mass of black muscle imaginable!
"That's a good idea, MuscleMan," Stallion grinned. "You really should get out and fuck more black men." Stallion danced his huge black pecs.
MuscleMan was dumbfounded. How did this guy know what he was thinking?
"Because I can read your thoughts, MuscleFag," Stallion grinned. MuscleMan was shocked.
Stallion moved closer and slowly began to fondle MuscleMan's large genitals through his jogging shorts. He lifted his left arm up and began flexing the mind-boggling gun, just inches in front of MuscleMan's face. The black lean skin rippled and bulged as Stallion's arm expanded. Stallion lightly massaged MuscleMan's growing genitals with his other hand. MuscleMan smelled Stallion's flexing arm. The skin was so incredibly taut and lean! Stallion's bicep peaked in a huge, round ball. Stallion rolled his forearm back and forth and his bicep lengthened and shortened. MuscleMan's huge cock stiffened under Stallion's fingers. Within a few seconds MuscleMan's rod poked out the top of his shorts. Stallion tore the shorts off, along with his posing trunks underneath, and MuscleMan's mammoth erect dick sprang forth. It was 14 inches of thick, muscular meat. It swelled with hard, hot stiffness. His mushroom head was puffy and swollen. His huge balls filled his lightly-haired scrotum with steel. MuscleMan was EXTREMELY turned-on! Precum began to drip down the wide rod.
Stallion stopped posing. He looked at MuscleMan's meat and grinned. "Not bad, for a white guy," he said. He bent down and stuck his big tongue out and began to lick MuscleMan's penis head like it was a lolly-pop. MuscleMan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Stallion began to move his puffy, black lips around his stiff rod. MuscleMan's cock was soon totally enveloped by Stallion's gyrating mouth. Stallion knew just where to touch MuscleMan with his tongue, and he repeatedly tickled MuscleMan in the most private, sensitive sex spots. MuscleMan felt his dick fill with tingling semen. Stallion continued the superhuman blow job for a few minutes, until he sensed MuscleMan approaching orgasm. Then, he stopped. He opened his mouth and lifted his head. MuscleMan's stiff, wet cock stood alone in the air. Stallion stood up and grinned at the unfulfilled MuscleMan.
Stallion wrapped his muscular fingers around MuscleMan's oversized balls and began squeezing. The warm, moist skin of MuscleMan's scrotum melted into the hard, black grip of Stallion's right hand. Stallion squeezed harder. MuscleMan's baseball-sized testicles scraped together in Stallion's palm. Stallion began to crush MuscleMan's testicles with tremendous force. His black forearm rippled with blood vessels. His bulging veins fueled his thick arm muscles with power--power that began to bring incredible pain to MuscleMan. MuscleMan began to writhe and fight. He jerked back and forth. Stallion squeezed harder. MuscleMan's testicles seemed ready to pop. The powerful black fingers wrapped around the steel balls like a vise grip. The two cops strained to keep MuscleMan still as Stallion ground his balls. Stallion clamped his big black fingers and moved the balls around as he squeezed and squeezed. Only occasionally did he open his hand, just to reposition for another pulverizing crush. MuscleMan's stiff rod began to lose it's erection as the blood was cut off. It turned a dark purple color and became semi-limp. The grinding, crushing grip intensified. MuscleMan screamed in agony. Stallion squinted his eyes and bent his knees as his hand compacted the semen-filled gonads.
Finally Stallion opened his hand. MuscleMan's light brown genital hair was wet with sweat. His dark blue testes were bruised. Stallion's sweaty hand held the balls for a minute, then he let go. The two men breathed heavily.
Stallion let MuscleMan rest for a few minutes, then he made his next move. "Now, since I've shown you a little taste of my strength, allow me to show you what a REAL man's cock looks like," Stallion smiled. He slowly began to take off his jeans. As they fell to the floor, Stallion's insanely large genitals sprang forth. MuscleMan gasped. Stallion's huge penis was at least half again as big as MuscleMan's. It was easily 18 or 19 inches, and literally as big around as a pop can. Its head looked like a large, dark apple. MuscleMan's eyes were wide. Stallion's hairless balls were as big as huge peaches.
Stallion's naked body moved close to MuscleMan's naked body. Stallion's cock began to grow. He touched it and it grew more. As soon as it was fully erect, Stallion moved his genitals next to MuscleMan's, which had recovered from the brutal crushing a few minutes earlier. MuscleMan's penis began to involuntarily grow at the closeness of Stallion's muscular, nude body. The two men's pricks touched. Stallion's dwarfed MuscleMan's. Stallion's warm, black meat brushed MuscleMan's ripped, huge rod. The black penis bullied the white one. MuscleMan began to experience penis envy.
Stallion's precum dribbled down onto MuscleMan's dick. He grinned as he watched MuscleMan burn with a combination of lust, envy and fear. The two musclecops held MuscleMan tightly, and pushed his torso closer to the Stallion's. After a few minutes of rubbing their swords together, MuscleMan began to ejaculate. His smaller penis seemed to submit under the power and size of Stallion's huge cock. It was like a little boy getting off on a big man. MuscleMan's prick spurt its white milk into the air. The jizz landed on both men's muscular bodies. The shiny white milk showed up best on Stallion's dark black, lean skin. After a few minutes of powerful jerking, MuscleMan was done. Stallion smiled.
"Let's get him over on the bed, boys," Stallion said as he stared into MuscleMan's eyes. "Lay him down on his back. We'll have to take the ankle shackles off for this." The two cops moved MuscleMan onto the bed, lying him on his back. His bound wrists pushed his tailbone, causing his erect dick to push into the air. Scott undid the shackles while Williams held down MuscleMan's shoulders. MuscleMan squirmed a bit, but Williams pounded his jelly abs a few times, and he stopped fighting.
Stallion moved to MuscleMan's butt. He grabbed MuscleMan's calves, raised them high into the air, and splayed MuscleMan wide. He pushed his dick against the muscular ass in front of him. His apple-sized penis head began to press against MuscleMan's glory hole. The hard, black head separated the quivering ass muscles. It was as if Stallion's mushroom was kissing MuscleMan's quivering asshole muscles! It pulsed, growing and shrinking as it pryed the hole open. It slowly began to move inward. MuscleMan began to moan loudly. This was one BIG item going in!
As Stallion's apple slipped inside, MuscleMan's ass hole closed tightly around the rim. MuscleMan held his breath, then released it loudly. He repeated this many times as Stallion's mammoth cock slipped in farther. MuscleMan arched his back and panted as Stallion pushed harder. Stallion's mighty body tightened as he forced his way inside MuscleMan's tight ass. MuscleMan's legs pressed hard against Stallion's hands, and Stallion's biceps bulged and rippled as he fought to keep MuscleMan's legs spread wide.
MuscleMan could not BELIEVE the incredible strength of this man! The iron clamps of Stallion's muscular fingers squeezed the beefy slabs of MuscleMan's huge calves. The two men struggled against each other, Stallion's massive arms amazingly controlling MuscleMan's mammoth legs.
MuscleMan continued to pant, like a woman in labor, as Stallion slowly and forcefully raped him. The gargantuan black cock moved in slowly. Stallion flexed and stiffened it as he slipped it inside. Blood vessels rippled around the hard meat as he pushed MuscleMan's rectum apart. MuscleMan's huge, sweaty scrotum dangled his steel balls just above Stallion's inserting penis. Stallion humped up just a bit and his rod brushed the dangling sacs.
Inside, the penis head parted a wide path as it opened the warm, wet cave.
MuscleMan's soft rectum hugged the hard cock tightly as it pushed in farther. Eventually, the mammoth penis was all the way in. Stallion's huge balls pressed against MuscleMan's ass as they hung loosly in his hairless, black strotum. Stallion pressed his gargantuan quads against MuscleMan's ass, and crushed his own black balls between the fighting masses of muscle. He grinned.
As soon as he was all the way in, Stallion let go of MuscleMan's legs. Almost involuntarily, MuscleMan immediately wrapped his legs around Stallion and pushed his calves against Stallion's rock-hard glutes. MuscleMan forced himself down farther on Stallion's dick. Stallion moaned with pleasure. MuscleMan couldn't help himself. His legs ground against Stallion's glutes, causing Stallion's cock to move farther inside.
"Go ahead and enjoy yourself, boys. This fag's not going anywhere," Stallion said. Immediately, the two cops stripped. Their muscular, lean bodies were enormous. Scott moved down and began to fondle MuscleMan's huge erect penis. Williams moved his face to MuscleMan's and began kissing him.
Williams' tongue separated MuscleMan's lips and filled his mouth. Williams' hand found itself squeezing MuscleMan's hard pecs, and massaging his nipples. Almost as soon as William's began touching the prime beef of MuscleMan's torso, he began to ejaculate. This cop had raped many strong men before, but nowhere in his wildest dreams had he ever envisioned touching a man so supremely developed and so ultimately sensual as MuscleMan.
Scott began kissing and licking MuscleMan's cock. He slipped the huge dick inside his mouth and began sucking. His tongue moved up and down the rod, giving MuscleMan enough stimulation for three orgasms. Scott, also, began to cum. Scott relished the thought of overpowering this man who had once raped him. The taste of revenge went nicely with the taste of MuscleMan's stiff cock. Scott nearly gagged as he shoved MuscleMan's huge penis down his throat as far as it would go.
The three giant men enjoyed the bounty of MuscleMan's superhuman body. It was erotic foreplay at its finest. Stallion gently rocked his hips. He closed his eyes in extasy. His tight, musclular body flexed and relaxed as he humped the helpless superhero.
MuscleMan was overcome by this gang rape. The stimulation of Stallion's galaxy-class cock up his ass, William's sensual frenching and enjoyment of his thick chest, and Scott's extremely pleasurable blow job, brought MuscleMan to another climax. His muscular cock began to squirt into Scott's mouth. Scott moaned as he began to swallow the warm semen. This second orgasm lasted just as long as the first.
But before MuscleMan was done, Stallion said "Hold him tight, boys," Stallion's breathing was increasing. "I'm gunna cum, and I don't think he's gunna like it." The two cops gripped MuscleMan and held on. Stallion's mighty body tightened. He began squinting his eyes. His huge body began to jerk.
MuscleMan began to grimace as hard, hot shots of semen began to burst inside him. Stallion lifted his hands behind his head. His immense body rippled with unimaginable waves of steel muscle as he began his orgasm. The "V" formed by his lats was astounding. Stallion began to pose his thick, muscular body as he began to cum. He hit pose after pose, pumping his insanely developed muscles. He liked to pump his muscles as he ejaculated. Stallion was in testosterone heaven as he flexed his muscles for MuscleMan, showing off his astounding, fat-free physique and pounding MuscleMan's ass with his superior cock. MuscleMan looked up at the muscleshow and the intensity of his own orgasm increased. The two musclegods shot their loads together, Stallion's into the ass of MuscleMan, and MuscleMan's into the mouth of Officer Scott.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Stallion yelled. His eyes rolled back and he flexed his body again. He jerked with each ejaculation. His gargantuan cock jumped and jerked inside MuscleMan's ass.
MuscleMan moaned in agony as his insides were pulverized by the force of Stallion's ejaculations. He tightened his legs and Stallion pushed harder.
The superhuman cock threw hard, sharp bursts of cum into MuscleMan. It flexed and pulsed, opening and closing like a sprinkler head. MuscleMan seemed to whimper. Stallion may have been just as strong as MuscleMan (although it was inconclusive as yet, since he had had help from his musclecop goons). But it was painfully obvious that Stallion outsexed MuscleMan. His lethal weapon was bigger, stronger and more virile than MuscleMan's superhuman genitals. Stallion ejaculated for over 20 minutes-- long after MuscleMan had finished. His sexual ability was amazing. MuscleMan flinched and quivered, wondering if it would ever stop.
The three intruders gang-raped MuscleMan. The super hero squirmed occasionally, but all four of the men in that room knew he was helpless to fend off this violation. Each man took turns kissing MuscleMan, sucking his spurting cock, and of course, ramming their stiff rods up his ass.
By morning it was over. The bed on which this heinous act had been committed was sopping with the cum of the four men. The three intruders left MuscleMan lying on the bed. But before they left, all three of them stood over him and jacked off together, their white globs hitting his face and bruised body. They left him there, covered with their semen. MuscleMan, semiconscious, fell into a deep sleep.
He woke up, aching, a day later. The semen of the men had dried on his skin. The first thought in his mind was how he would find Stallion, and lock himself in a room with the huge black musclegod--no outside help from those cop-goons. Then they could really find out who is the strongest.