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  1. Emil

    Aras

    Aras told me what had happened as we lay in bed. I was most concerned that Erol had gone to the Militia/Police and filed a report. What was going to happen next? I was surprised when Aras told me that it was no big deal. "The Militia is afraid of me. They've been told to me alone. Trust me, Paul, they won't bother us," Aras said. “How can you be so sure?” "It's a long story but I'll give you a condensed version. You see a few years ago when I was thirteen I went to People's Red Banner School Number 33. It was a school that accepted orphans like me. One day I was playing around in the theatre department's costume room. I wore a wig and high heel shoes and was just trying on different outfits. Well, a few kids saw me and began to make fun of me, pushing me around and calling me names. I got angry and beat them all up. Turns out one of those kids had a father who was a Colonel in the Militia and he found out what had happened. I got into big trouble, well I almost got into big trouble. The father came to see me at the orphanage and starts to threaten me. He grabs me only to find that he couldn't make me budge a centimeter. He then slaps me which only hurt him. I could tell but he tried to hide that from me. After he left I asked one of the care-takers at the orphanage who he was and she told me to watch out because that man whose name was Teodor or something had a bad reputation. I managed to find out where he lived so one night I walked all the way across town. He lived in a posh part where all the bigwigs reside. There is his brand new car in the drive. I pick up his car and carry it a few kilometers away from where there is all night construction going on. Then I proceed to crush his car with my hands and legs. I took my frustration out on that vehicle. By the time I was done his brand new Citroen sedan is the size of a loaf of bread. I take this car loaf all the back to his house and put it right back where he parked his car. I can only imagine his face the next morning!" Aras laughed. “What then?”, I chuckled. “One of Teodor's associates named Ludvik made a threat against me. Big mistake,” Aras replied. “This associate was a good friend of Teodor's from childhood and was working in the Interior Ministry. Anyhow when I was at school or playing during recess I would see these black sedans parked nearby. Sometimes they would follow me to or from school back to the orphanage.” “That was the DV? They are not to be fooled with,” I said. The DV is the “Secret Police” in our country. "Turns out Ludvik likes going to a Turkish bath-house and get massages and who knows what else. So one day I skip school and pay this place a visit. When I'm asked who I am I lie and say someone asked for my company. I didn't think that would work but it did. Anyhow there I am wearing nothing but a towel going into a big sauna full of out of shape, fat, bigwigs who suddenly lay their eyes on me. Their jaws dropped. I wanted to drop my towel and show them what perfection looks like but I'm here for a specific reason. Ludvik is in an adjacent sauna by himself. I enter and for a second I thought he was going to yell out. He doesn't. I drop my towel and the tubby man whimpered looking at me. He actually licked his chops. He asks if some guy named Broni sent me. I go along and nod. My cock got hard and Ludvik begins to pant. So I do a few muscle poses. Showing off my incredible body. Even when I was 15 my body wasn't much smaller than it is now." My own cock was hard just hearing Aras recount the story. I felt like a dirty old man getting off on him describing his 15-year-old physique. To think only a few years ago it was nearly as large and well defined as now made my own mouth water. “Go on Aras,” "Eh? You like hearing about my exploits huh? Ok, so there is Ludvik sitting up practically pawing at my body. I slowly take off his towel and of course wouldn't you know it. Such a powerful man, in reality, has a small dick. His was tiny but it was standing at attention. I begin to jack off right in front of him pumping my hips, moaning, giving him a real show when he literally rushes me grabbing my dick. Slobbering filth. I gave him what he wanted. I impaled him on my wand and proceeded to fuck him to death. Well not quite to death but a few pumps from that. I was horny, angry, and yeah I wanted to teach this pile of shit who was the real boss. I came, man Paul did I ever. I left his fat bloated cum filled self on the floor. A few days later I heard he was in the hospital. Doctors were trying to stitch up his insides and ass. I paid him a bedside visit and when he sees me he starts to get panicky. Then believe it or not Ludvik gets a hard-on. He begs me to stroke him. He tells me how much he loves me and that he'll leave his wife for me. I first tell him to get the Security Department off my back or else his wife and his daughter with the big tits gets my special treatment. He nods and then I give him a handjob. After that, he's done everything I've ever asked of him. Trust me, Paul, I have him by the short and curlies."
  2. Emil

    Aras

    Aras Cont'd Karen came by to hand over a few things of mine in the early afternoon. I didn't even hear her Bentley GT pull up in the drive. I first realized she had arrived when I saw her from the master bedroom looking at Aras walking across the back property. She must've wondered who the hell he was. It didn't help matters much that she spotted him carrying a restored Fordson New Major tractor around like a toy to a barn. That had to have scared the living daylights out of her. The barn, by the way, is full of antiques and old farm equipment that Aras personally moved by hand. The Fordson is my newest addition. Think barn turned man-cave. I met Karen at the back patio and she was still stunned. “I wished you had told me what time you were coming out,” I said to her as I shut the rear glass sliding door behind me. “Who the hell is that? Was that guy actually carrying a tractor? Tell me that thing tractor model like a kit model right? That can't be real,” she sputtered. “That's Aras he's uh hired help. He's strong isn't he,” I smiled waving Aras to join us. “How the hell is he able to lift that?!” Her rapid-fire questions ceased when he approached. He was shirtless naturally, with denim shorts, and military-style boots. “Oh my God,” I heard her mumble. My massive Adonis flexed his thick pecs (on purpose) as he gave her a smile that could melt the coldest heart. He extended his hand. “Hello, my name is Aras. Nice to meet you.” “Oh my God,” she repeated taking his hand slightly trembling. She then reached out, almost involuntarily and ran her perfectly manicured nails across his chest and abs. I'm certain she was dripping at that point. I could swear I heard her whimper. “Karen don't worry about his size and strength. Aras works out a lot and he takes special supplements,” I lied. “I-I'm not worried. I'm just amazed at your body Aras. You're so,.....so, I mean but my aren't you a beautiful boy,” she said her eyes devouring him. “Oh, yes ma'am that's correct. I love being super fit as you can see,” Aras made a single bicep pose. A bicep the size of his head ballooned up into a double peak. This teen could make anyone horny. “Ohhh, it's so big, “she cooed. Seeing his bicep was a reminder that I was only just being acquainted by Aras' potential strength. He told me that his real strength had never been truly tested. That made me even harder. I could tell that Karen was having an effect on Aras and vice versa. My ex was always a tease blessed with a bikini body and huge tits. Even after our two daughters, Karen's body bounced back to easily fit into clothes she wore when I first met her. I took a quick look down at Aras' basket. The outline of his cum cannon was a bit more apparent. Karen must've noticed. I thought hey if Aras wanted to bang her I wasn't going to stand in his way. The poor sod she left me for is a real loser and he couldn't be half as good as me in the sack. I managed to satisfy Karen. The one thing my ex desired was for a partner to be good at sex. Her new beau named Erol something or another, from what I heard wasn't. Erol's advantage was that had more money than I. Erol supposedly owned three villas, an exclusive hi-rise penthouse overlooking Lavna Park in the capital city Krez, a private jet, and a yacht. “Well, then Aras perhaps you can help me move a thing or two at home. Let me give you my cell number,” she fumbled for a pen and paper in her Lanvin handbag. I offered her my pen and a scrap piece of paper. “Thank you, Karen, I will definitely call you,” Aras winked. “Oh, you do that,” she smiled squeezing his arm. After she left Aras turned to me and asked, “You don't mind do you, Paul?” “Knock the bottom out of her,” I replied patting him on the back. “Oh, I intend to,” he laughed. Police Report Information About Person Involved In The Incident Full Name: Erol Navaro Home Address: 4848 Turjas Street, Rumbor 981 42W Phone Number: 962 340 Date of Incident: 16/1/19 Police Notified: Yes Location of Incident: Same as Home Address Time: 22:15 Description of Incident: Mr. Navaro states that on January 16th, 2019 he entered his home after arriving from a “business trip”. He then heard moaning and banging sounds coming from the living room of his home. Mr. Navaro then states he witnessed his girlfriend a Miss Karen Peppel having intercourse with another male. Mr. Navaro claimed the intercourse was violent and that in his words “she was screaming, moaning, thrashing, and convulsing”. Mr. Navaro believed her life was in danger because in his words, “he (the other male identified as Aras Bazon) was immensely muscular and physically threatening. He (Aras Bazon) had penetrated Ms. Peppel with a huge* penis and she was shaking uncontrollably. Miss Peppel's stomach looked distended from penetration. Mr. Bazon must've been hurting her”. Mr. Navaro then states Mr. Bazon turned around and upon seeing Mr. Navaro made a verbal threat to him. That is when Mr. Navaro claims he retrieved a cricket bat from a closet and struck Mr. Bazon with it. According to Mr. Navaro his blows did nothing to deter Mr. Bazon from achieving sexual climax with Ms. Peppel. That is when Mr. Navaro struck Aras Bazon upon his head one final time breaking the bat in the process. Mr. Bazon, Navaro claims then grabbed him, forcibly removed his clothing and anally raped him (see medical report) several times. Mr. Navaro also stated Ms. Peppel joined Mr. Bazon in sodomizing him. Mr. Navaro claims he (Aras Bazon) brainwashed her. He went on to claim that he did not know how exactly but that she had somehow changed after having sexual intercourse with Mr. Bazon.
  3. Emil

    Aras

    Glad you like it. I'm writing more now. Decided to write a story that had a cute, hot, powerhouse male teen. I haven't done that since the "Emil" story which was years ago. Aras has qualities like Emil but I'm trying to keep the story more local rather than "he takes over the world" scenario. As for Aras' vital stats he's 6 foot probably 285-300+ lbs and cut,......his cock is uncut 10 inches flaccid maybe 15-16 inches long and 11 inches in diameter when rock hard. The story is also different from Emil in that Aras likes to dress up like a girl since his face is so effeminate. There's something hot about the clash between a muscle beast body and pretty face rather than a bearded grizzled masculine appearance which is too normal for my taste. I want something exotic.
  4. Emil

    Aras

    My health had been in decline for a number of years. A combination of daily stress, my mother passing away, my finances, PTSD, and my general future overall helped to erode my wellness. I was also battling some depression and anxiety so a therapist I was visiting prescribed medication. This plus the meds I was already prescribed by my general doctor for cholesterol, and blood pressure made me feel like a pill-popping loser. A friend of mine suggested I get back to a regular workout regimen which amounted to walking or running and free weights. He said it would help fight depression, and lower my blood pressure. I nodded and did what I normally do when someone makes a suggestion, place it in the back of mind and forget about doing it until much later. Well, that time had come. I was sick of feeling like hammered dog poo. I was going to go back to the gym one way or the other. The last time I stepped into a gym to be totally honest a certain actor turned politician had been President. Having been away from a workout joint was a bit strange. Part of me remembered from long ago the feeling of impotence working out on Nautilus machines and free weights while men and women with picture perfect physiques worked out. I was scrawny, skinny and lean back then and my workout t-shirt, shorts, and tube socks made me appear downright dorky. The floor to ceiling mirrors plastered all over my old gym didn't help. I hated looking at my reflection, especially when a muscle god or goddess sauntered by. I felt out of place back then and now that I was about to begin anew those feelings resurfaced. The place was titled Gym Tonic. I decided this was going to be my gym and dammit I was going to do what I should've done so long ago, workout on a regular basis and get fit. Gym Tonic was a decent sized place. The open floor plan allowed anyone entering to see virtually the entire facility. Rows of gleaming machines, stationary bikes, and treadmills were neatly divided on one side of the cavernous interior. Racks of free weights, barbells, and dumbells lined up on the other. The only difference between this gym and my old one were things like the interior color palette; gone were the muted pastel colors, grays, and neon lights. Now they were bold red, steel gray and black. Gone too were the piped-in pop songs from bands like Tears For Fears and 'Til Tuesday. Now it was from artists like Ariana Grande, Meek Mill, Halsey, and Kanye West. I had the chance to sign up for either 6 months or 1-year membership. I went for the year-long one and handed the form with my credit card to a black guy named Troy who was working the front desk. Troy and his 5% body fat muscled physique were a good enough advertisement for this place while at the same time reminding guys like me that we would never look as good, not in a million years. Another guy took his place at the desk while Troy gave me a quick tour of the place. The place was super clean and maintained. There were a fair number of people spread out evenly amongst the machines and free weight area. A couple of bald muscleheads groaning and sweating through some intense heavyweight repetitions, a few women on the treadmills, and a couple of guys my age looking pitiful on the "Nautilus" machines. Then I caught my reflection in one of the huge mirrors. The mirror of shame, the mirror of truth, the godawful reflection staring back. I just rolled my eyes and followed Troy as we went to the men's locker room where he gave me a key for my own space and a quick look-see at the showers, and hot-tubs. He made a few jokes and asked me if I had any questions as we walked out of the area back to the main floor. I think I asked about the the hours of operation and how late the place was open during Friday and Saturday nights. He was in the middle of telling me as we began to pass the free weight area and the mirrors of shame when I spotted someone who nearly made me stop dead in mid-stride. I did a double take at what I saw and nearly tripped. I think I was just beginning to ask Troy another question but the words had trouble forming. My mind was both flustered, disjointed, and downright confused as I laid eyes upon the reason for my upset. A creature of both beauty and brawn the likes of which I had never seen before. I only had a second or two to take in the magnificent form of this person before bumping into Troy's back. I said an apology to Troy for my clumsiness as I looked over my right shoulder to steal a quick peek of the mysterious person. It was like looking into the sun. It was that brief but in that instant "he or she" locked eyes with me. My mind was in meltdown and a weird warm feeling rose from my abdomen, neck, and cheeks. I saw the face of a girl or a girl like a face atop a massively muscled sculptured physique. A very loose black tank top draped a torso that screamed perfection. Two beefy bulbous pecs like armored slabs topped with large areolae and nipples jutted out like the prow of a mighty battleship. So it was a "he". The wideness of his shoulders and back, those rounded segmented delts crowned biceps/triceps that looked like hams. This creature's forearms were like steel cables clustered and bound together. Veins that appeared like roads and rivers covered those insane arms. The tank top only revealed this top of the first abdominal muscles but they looked like silver ingots. His waist and hips were incredibly narrow before fanning out too long legs that were akin to mighty oaks. Those glutes were jaw dropping and his calves pointed diamond shaped muscle. I dared give much thought to what lay under those small black shorts. My intuition or imagination told me that it was something incredible, something dormant yet powerful like a volcano. That warm feeling within me got a few degrees hotter. I quickly tried to shake those thoughts away. They were unnatural I reasoned. His physique wasn't the only assault upon my sensibilities. This physical specimen possessed a face that did not go with the body. That clash of face and body caused me to stumble. To say that this young man or male had a beautiful face sounded strange. Shouldn't it be a handsome face? But it wasn't just handsome it was more. It was cute, beautiful, and his dark brown eyes were looking right at mine. His face reminded me of someone. I tried to think who exactly but couldn't come up with a name. I looked away and saw that Troy was near to the front desk. How long had I been staring? I was embarrassed. I must've made a fool of myself looking. I took one more look. His massive sting-ray shaped back was turned to me and apparently, he was putting some weights back when Tony asked me how everything looked. “This place is great. I look forward to working out here Tony. Thanks for the tour,” I said. Just as was leaving the front entrance I looked back one last time. He was nowhere to be seen. I thought perhaps he went to the men's locker room and showers. As I made my way into the parking lot to my car the thought of him taking a shower made my own organ tent up. I started my car and shook my head trying to get rid of that image. Who was this person and why did he have such a sudden hold of my thoughts. I had been a member of Gym Tonic for a week and a half. My schedule wasn't very consistent. Sometimes I went during the late afternoons, other times at night. The mystery male had yet to make a presence since that first night. Every time I went I was both anxious, tense, and a bit afraid when I arrived. When I saw that he wasn't present I relaxed and went about my routine. Speaking about the routine I was happy to see that I was finally settling into one after so much time away. I chatted with a few people who were regulars. I even inquired with one of the regular male bodybuilders about the stranger. To my surprise, he claimed to have seen him the previous night. A night which I could not make of course. This bodybuilder named Bob told me how he saw this guy doing an insane amount of weight without anyone spotting him. He apparently worked out alone. I asked Bob if he knew this guy's name. He thought for a minute but couldn't quite remember other than it sounded European. Oh, and that he was perhaps from Denmark or something. He wasn't quite sure. Bob mentioned the stranger had a reputation though. One of Bob's friends supposedly heard from a friend at another gym that the "Scandinavian guy" was something of a man-whore and who fucked anyone he wanted. He also claimed the guy was insanely strong. As I sat on a bench listening to Bob my shorts got a bit strained but quickly realized that 3rd party stories or rumors were usually 95% rubbish. I tried to picture the face I saw with the rumors. Yeah, they had to be made up. After a month and a half of working out, I felt better than I ever did for years. The stranger was still absent. I was filled with a bit of renewed confidence in my self and abilities. That's when I made my first mistake. It was a Friday night workout and I was exercising my chest and shoulders. The place was nearly empty. Foolish me thought I was good enough to wander a bit from the suggested weights Troy had made to me earlier. I was overconfident and added a bit more weight to the bench press. Why not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained right? Wrong. Even as I began my first repetition I realized I may have placed too much on the bar. My mind reasoned “May have” as to mean “maybe yes, maybe no”. Either way after three reps my exertion was quickly emptying my reserves of strength. Okay, all I have to do is push really hard and get the bar close to the stops. Those notches on the tops of the bench press structure looked miles away from my vantage point. Laying on my back with a bar and weight that was getting heavier by the second. I said to myself, push with your feet and arms. Ready, set, man the bar is getting unsteady. Have I aged this much? I remember when I was so much younger that this wouldn't have been much of a problem. Oh, who was I kidding? Even way back then this weight would've been an issue. I sudden;t realized that I was the only one in the free weight area. Great! Not one person to spot me if I need help. Shouting for help would make me look like a weakling, a dumb novice. I couldn't do that it would be embarrassing. Man, this thing is heavy! Quick one more push now! Use up all the reserves of strength! If I can just keep this damn thing level. Hell, my arms are shaking. Come on legs help me push this thing up so it doesn't flatten my chest. The song Cerebral by Boys Noize began to play over the speakers. Okay ready, let's push on the count of three,....one, two, three! Hello, arms? Hello, muscle? Can you hear me?! I said push dammit push! My eyes closed, my face no doubts beet red from exertion when suddenly the enormous weight felt like a feather. Clunk! The bar was back on its rest. I opened my eyes taking a deep breath. Whaaaa...? There he was peering down upon me over his huge pecs with a smile. One of his hands gripping the bar "You shouldn't do that much weight. You'll hurt yourself. Try smaller weights. At your age, you want to build strength not mass." Did he just speak? My head was spinning. I closed and opened my eyes and he was gone. I sat up and saw him standing a few feet away. This time I took him all in. His short cinnamon-colored hair, piercing brown eyes, and serious dark eyebrows accentuated his slight feminine face. There wasn't a hint of body hair on his chest or legs. He had flawless skin. Did he have freckles across his nose? This creature couldn't possibly be real. He wore the same gym outfit as the one before. A torn vintage Dep Leppard t-shirt turned tank top draped over an incomparable torso. Yes, something quite mighty was harnessed under those shorts. Great, I was getting a hard-on. Whether he noticed or not he didn't let it be known. I wasn't sure what to say to him/her,.....it was a guy right? My sexuality was under major assault at the moment. “Thanks, I needed some help. Thanks for showing up. I was afraid I was going to have to shout for some assistance,” I said. "You're welcome," he answered with a nod. “My name's Paul,” I extended a hand still sitting down not wishing to stand yet. “I'm Aras,” he firmly took my hand. "Well, Aras thanks," "Don't mention it, Paul," Aras' voice wasn't deep nor was its high pitch. It's tone interestingly enough had something of a calming effect. I was sure I had seen his face before. It was on the tip of my tongue but the harder I tried to remember the more the answer retreated into the dark of my mind. “Look this might sound strange but I know you from somewhere. I've seen you someplace before,” I tried to explain. He chuckled causing his muscles to tense, “I get that a lot from people. They say I've seen you or I've met you before. I suppose I've just got that face I suppose,” he shrugged. Aras went to his locker and I had decided that it was time to leave. I didn't wish to hang around waiting for him as that would appear a bit strange. I said goodnight to Troy and headed out to the parking lot. That's when I spotted the flat on my SUV's rear left tire. “Wonderful,” I grumbled. Well, my options were phone AAA as I was a member or change the flat myself. I had only changed a tire once before years ago on a '64 Ford Galaxie. My vehicle now was a Toyota Land Cruiser, much heavier and much larger. I retrieved the jack and began to take the spare tire from its mount when I heard a voice behind me. “Uh oh, you have a flat huh?” It was Aras. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie sweatshirt. His breath forming clouds of vapor as his hands were stuffed in his sweatshirt pockets. "Yeah got a flat. Wouldn't you figure? This day has turned out to be a dandy I'll tell ya." “I'd be happy to help,” Aras answered taking his hands out from his pockets. “I appreciate that. Let me just get the jack and set it up,” I said. “No need,” Aras replied with a smile. “What do you mean?” With that, he walked up the rear of the Land Cruiser, knelt down a bit and placed his right hand under the bumper. I honestly had no idea what he was planning to do. Certainly, it couldn't be what I was thinking, he couldn't possibly be serious. Without any apparent exertion upon his face, he hoisted the back of the SUV until both tires were off the ground. “Holy sh,....,” I muttered. “Go ahead I won't drop it. This is easier than using the jack,” he explained. “Are you sure?” Aras then pumped the Toyota up and down a few feet to prove he could hold it. I was astounded. He was holding up the back end of a truck weighing 5,700 lbs! I got to work immediately on the removing the flat. The car creaked and occasionally groaned as I worked the lugnuts off. He could drop the SUV right on top of me if he wanted to. How in the world was it possible for a human being to be this strong? “How's it coming down there?” he asked. "Almost done. Uh, you're not getting tired are you?" I inquired half-jokingly. “Not at all,” he sniffed. He had calmly held the SUV up for nearly 10 minutes before I said, "Ok, the new tire is on." With that Aras gently lowered the Toyota back on the ground with his one hand. He finished by dusting his hands off. I noticed that he wasn't even breathing heavy. He pulled the hood back. Not one sign of exertion on his face. I extended my hand to and he took it. The same hand he just used to hoist the back end of a big SUV off the ground like it was a toy. “You know I'm not even gonna ask how you did that, but I do have to ask one question,” I said putting the tire iron back in the rear compartment. “Shoot,” he said. "With your strength why are you working out in a gym? All the weight in there is peanuts for someone like you," I inquired hoping I didn't overstep any boundary in doing so. "To be honest you're right. Basically, I go to gyms to meet people. Some go to grocery stores, others go to bars or clubs, or even libraries to meet people. I go to gyms," Aras shrugged. Fair enough I thought. Would he mind if I asked him to move something else? “I totally understand Aras. Listen would you mind if I hired you to move some bulky heavy items on my property? I know it sounds a bit strange. I'd pay you of course,...” “Sure, Paul I'd be happy to help no problem. We can work on the price later. Can I ask for a favor from you?”, Aras looked up at the night sky as it began to sprinkle cold rain. “Can I get a lift to my place?” "Yeah, of course, hop in," I motioned wiping my hands with a small rag. The Toyota seemed to lean a bit when he sat in the vehicle. Made me wonder how much Aras weighed. Well with all that muscle I gathered he was clearly no lightweight. He didn't say much during the drive and his directions led to a street near downtown. “You can pull up to the beige building on the right,” Aras motioned. His place turned out to be a Youth Hostel. He got out, grabbed his gym bag and leaned into the vehicle, "What time shall I come out Paul?" I handed him my business card with my home address and number written upon the back, "How about 11 a.m.? Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow morning?" “No, I can get a ride no problem but maybe you can drive me back if that's okay with you,” Aras inquired. "Okay sounds good. Thanks, Aras see you tomorrow." “Bye,” he waved. I watched him briefly from behind walking up the steps to the hostel. Even dressed in sweats his physique spelled muscle-beast. No amount of clothing could hide that insane body. The entire drive back to my home I kept thinking how easily he had lifted my SUV. Just a toy I thought. Did it make Aras hard lifting it? What could this kid, or young man do if he got angry? Stay on his good side I decided. Aras arrived right on time. His ride drove him down my long driveway to the front of my home. I let him inside and we shook hands. Was he wearing eyeliner? Aras wore shorts, sneakers, and a green shirt that whose length ended just above his "innie". His light-colored beige shorts were bursting at their seams. Aras possessed a spectacular chest to waist/hip ratio. I gave him a quick tour of my home as we made our way to the back deck and property. "Wow, this is like a huge mansion. Very nice place, "he smiled. "Yeah, it is. I just managed to get it just how I like it. All the remodeling and renovation is finally over," I replied. “Is this your wife and children?” he pointed to a photograph of my ex Karen and two daughters. “Yeah, we're divorced. We share the kids, I get them one weekend a month,” I replied. “It's hard on the kids,” “Did your parents divorce?” “No, I'm an orphan. Never knew my parents,” With that, I led him out onto the deck which was bathed in sunshine. “Is all this yours?” he pointed out to the vast property. “Sure is, come on follow me,” We walked out past the line of mown grass to an old tree. “This is a chestnut tree. I reckon it's over 90 years old but it got zapped last month during a bad storm. I'm about to call a crew out to have it taken down so-” “You want me to do it instead?”, Aras added his hands upon his hips. "I'll give you 350.00. Just make sure when you chainsaw it lands that way," I motioned to the northwest. Aras smiled and squinted looking up at the 85-foot tree carcass. “Paul, you didn't have me come out to use a chainsaw did you?” I felt a lump in my throat. “Well, I wasn't completely sure-” "You wanted to see me use my bare hands. Trust me I can do it easily. I don't need a noisy chainsaw. Just stand back okay?" He took off his shirt. For the first time, I got to see his naked torso. My shorts began to tent as he handed me his top. I felt weak at the knees. Accentuate everything I had noticed on him back at Gym Tonic and increase x10. He was cut and every slight movement striated criss-cross muscle to pop up. His concave abs were unreal segmented armor plate. Just an orphan I thought. He walked around the tree once and looked in the direction it was to fall. Aras walked around and planted himself with his back facing me. He squatted slightly and the seams of his shorts were close to ripping apart. His back, lats, hamstrings, and calves were the stuff of legend. Aras wrapped his arms around the tree in a sort of bear hug. I heard a slight grunt. Nothing happened. Poor guy. Oh, well he tried. Suddenly there was the sound of muffled popping and cracking sounds. I looked at the top of the tree and it was wiggling. A loud crack sounded. Whoa, what in the world? His back muscle knotted and seemed to expand. I couldn't believe it. I think he was actually lifting the tree up from the ground. FWACK! Muffled cracking sounds resounded as he hoisted not only the trunk but root system as well. Dirt flew in every direction. I should've gotten my camera. Too late now. Aras carried the tree several steps forward, set it down vertically and let gravity do the rest after a gentle push with his finger. FWUMP! The chestnut tree was split into two massive trunks each with its own large limbs and branches. He bent down and placed one hand underneath one trunk while placing his other on top. I witnessed his muscle tense for a brief second before a loud snap. Aras had broken the trunk off from the main base as if were a matchstick. The limbs were rendered quickly thereafter before he turned his attention to the other major portion of the tree. I was shocked, to say the least. He had broken the chestnut tree down in minutes with his bare hands. If he could break trunks, and limbs so easily imagine what he could do to a person's bones. Aras wasn't finished yet. Having ripped the roots away he propped up the massive main trunk vertically. The bifurcated trunk portions had been torn away leaving what was left to form a chunky Y-shape that was as tall as he. Aras grabbed hold of the inner portions of the trunk where it began to split off. He was attempting to pull the thing apart! I saw his lip tighten slightly and his pecs suddenly grow striated muscle and veins appearing. His entire torso began to have the hint of sweat. There was a slight cracking sound. His brown eyes narrowed and they suddenly locked onto mine. A slight smile grew across his face. SNAAAAAP! Aras let the two ripped halves fall. His chest glistening in the sun. Every vein over his entire body stood up. This kid, guy, young man whatever was simply unearthly. He walked back brushing himself off. Not a scratch on him. Aras' face still as beautiful as ever. The small signs of exertion had already disappeared. However, something not so small had awakened in his shorts. I gulped and tried not to stare. “How was that?” he beamed. “Speechless to be honest,” “It was easy. Got anything else you want me to remove?” “Actually yes, but before I show you are you thirsty? “I could use some water,” he answered looking over at my pool. “Sure no problem I'll go get a bottle.” I was pulling out a large bottle from the refrigerator when I heard a splash outside. I grabbed a towel and walked out to find Aras standing waist high near the shallow end slicking his hair back. The water beading off from his skin, his thick nipples diamond hard. I nearly tripped. His shorts were on the concrete. That meant he was- “I hope you don't mind. I just had to cool off really quick,” How could I possibly say no to that face and body? Wait this was wrong, all wrong. What was I doing? I just hired Aras to remove a tree, not get into bed with him! My mind wandered elsewhere. It was trying to picture the thing between his legs. Aras must've had the need to cool off because splitting that chestnut tree made him hard. Did that mean doing feats of strength got him off? I was getting hard. I placed the water bottle down on the patio table and sat on a chair under the umbrella. "Paul, can you throw me the bottle?" “Why don't you come and get it?”, I replied. Oh, man did I really just say that. What's the matter with me? He smirked and stepped out from the pool. My heart nearly stopped. I shouldn't have been so surprised after all the signs were there. He had been hiding something but I had never actually seen one like this. This thing was obscenely huge. Like a whopping big pork loin hanging down more than halfway down his herculean glutes. Uncut his foreskin hung at least a half inch from the tip. A beast of a dick. Speaking about hanging his balls hung heavily like two cue balls in a sock. The only hair was a small landing strip. Everywhere else was as smooth as a baby's bottom. He walked to within two feet of me and picked up the bottle taking a sip. Was there any shrinkage from the cool water? How long had I been staring? “Thanks for the water Paul,” he said. I looked up at him and he winked before returning to the pool. Good thing my closest neighbor is over a mile away. I cleared my throat and watched him to a backstroke. "This water feels great. Why don't you let your inhibitions down and hop in? I promise I won't bite," he grinned. “Have you done this before?” “What's that?” “Seduce people,” I replied. He got out of the pool and took his time toweling off, taking a few extra moments to dry his prodigious meat and potatoes. Aras walked over to where his shorts lay His flesh log wobbling around with every step. How many partners had he utterly dominated with that thing? That thing coupled with his physical strength. I got a bit dizzy. “Don't we all Paul?” he said putting his shorts back on. Aras took his meatball and balls and arranged them in his shorts before zipping them up. “Perhaps. Can I ask how old you are?” I inquired. He smiled and answered, “Old enough. How old are you?” “Too old.” “Oh? You don't look it.” “My mother's genes I suppose.” “Do you feel young?” he asked slipping on his sneakers. “I don't feel my age if that's what you mean.” “Then you'd agree that age is just a mind game. Why get so turned around and twisted over a number? Act the age you feel.” “Well at some point it has to matter.” “If you don't feel like your age then don't. You're 37 right?” "Hehe, nice try I'm 51 but thanks for the compliment." “Really you're 51? Well like I said you don't look it.”, Aras said. “And you?” “Take a guess.” "19," I said. “Yep.” I gave him a tour of my back property in one of my restored vehicles; a candy apple red 1961 Ford F250. He looks out eyes wide open as if he was on some safari. I couldn't help looking sideways at his body. He wasn't wearing his shirt and his shorts were hiked up around his massive thighs. Of course, his manhood making a hefty basket of the cotton material. “How many acres do you own?”, Aras asked. “Over 450. Quite something eh?” “So much,” he replied. “We're coming up on your next challenge in the next clearing up ahead. The truck bounced along a small trail through the woods before opening into a small field. Right smack in the middle of the clearing sat an oblong granite boulder. "Well, this is it. You see how it's resting," I pointed. “Yeah, I'd say most of it is underground resting like this,“ he motioned with his hand showing the boulder at a reclining position. “There are other boulders scattered around but nearly all of them are in wooded areas. I figured these are glacier rocks,” I surmised. “Left over from the last Ice Age right?” “Yeah deposited here as the glaciers retreated I suppose,” Aras walked around the exposed boulder the size of a VW Bus touching it, running his hand over its rough surface. “It's gotta weigh over a ton maybe more,” I shrugged. “How much to move it?” he asked. “Well, if you can do it I'll give you 600.00,” I offered. “Where do you want it placed? “Well if you can do it, you can roll it into that wooded corner,” I pointed. “600 and you want it over there?” "Right, but if you can't it's no big deal. This thing is rooted in the ground and has been for a few thousand years. An excavating company with a 'dozer will probably have to do the job." “I can do it no problem. You won't have to call anyone Paul.” This teenager was quite sure of himself. Part of me doubted he'd be able to do it. A dead tree was at best iffy but a boulder weighing a few tons stuck into the earth was a whole different story. “Are you really sure you can do it? I don't want you to hurt yourself Aras,” I admitted. “The thing that's going to be hurt is this rock's pride. You'll see.” It was going to be an epic battle between a geological artifact and raw teen muscle power. Could this beautiful specimen win? I got my camera out to film the undertaking. The oblong rock afforded a decent area to get under. Aras took his sneakers off, stretched, and placed his hands under the overhang. Then with a slight grunt, he began to push. I could see the balls of his feet pressing into the grass and dirt. Every muscle tensed, every fiber flexed. Then he stopped. “It's too much huh. I thought so,” I nodded. “I'm just getting started. Don't give up on me yet,” he shook a finger. He then went to one side of the overhang and pushed. His tight half moon shaped ass facing me as his feet dug into the ground. His mighty back and lats doubling up ever so briefly. He stopped again before going to the opposite side and repeated the same routine. Now I could see what he was trying to do. Aras was attempting to loosen the vice-like grip the earth had upon the boulder by wiggling it, like a bad tooth. His brief grunts continued as he pulled down on the overhang, and pushed. All the while rotating his position to attack all sides of the massive rock. I felt a fresh breeze come over me from behind. The afternoon had been hazy and still up until this moment. That's when I looked to the west and northwest and could see distant clouds building. I turned back to Aras and his body glistened with sweat. I wondered how long he could go at this. He had finished that huge tree in less than half an hour. This rock however looked to be a bit more trouble. He pulled down his lats exploding sweat dripped from his forehead. That's when I saw the giant rock move. The continual onslaught of Aras' pushing and pulling was having an effect. My cock twitched. The look on the teen's face was one of absolute concentration and determination. His hands gripped granite like a pair of vices. Pushing, pulling rocking, his feet dug small trenches into the earth. Aras twisted his muscled body this way and that. Hard pecs and nipples rubbed rough granite. He was winning. Another fresh breeze brought relief but I'm sure Aras was too invested in his assault to notice. His khaki shorts were ripped and streaked with dirt. I then heard the first distant rumble of thunder. I turned to see that the west horizon had gone from a copper-white color to a chalky slate blue. A whopper of a storm was building but it was nothing compared to the tempest of muscle Aras was unleashing upon this massive rock. He pulled hard. That's when I saw something that caught me completely off guard. Not only had he managed to loosen the boulder from the earth's grip but in doing so he tipped the rock down causing the buried portion to rise up. A long gash of dirt and grass extending nearly 20 yards blossomed upward. Aras was forcing the rock long hidden for thousands of years to surface. It did in a muffled detonation of earth that flew everywhere. “Holy shit,” I said aloud. This giant boulder lay fully exposed to sunlight. The sucker was massive, some 30 yards in length. It was shaped like some elongated eggplant. “Well done Aras!” He smiled and waved his body streaked with clay, dirt, and black gray streaks. “You think you can roll it?” Another muffled rumble this time it sounded a bit closer than the last. Now the western sky had caught Aras' attention. “It's going to rain soon,” he pointed. “You don't have to do anymore. Forget about moving it,” I shouted as the wind began to pick up a bit. “No, a promise is a promise. You haven't seen anything yet,” he insisted. I had already filmed him rooting the thing from the dirt. There was no need to finish the task. What I saw next made my draw drop and my cock point up. Aras grabbed one end of the oblong object with both hands. Then he got under the rock pushing it up as he walked forward. Was he going to flip it end over end? Another boom resounded across the sky, this time it was associated with a small flash. Okay, now we really needed to think about getting back to the truck. “Aras that was lightning,” I shouted walking towards the pick-up. I stopped in mid-stride. The weather wasn't going to stop him. He had gotten to the middle portion of the boulder. Wait a minute, he wasn't trying to flip it end over end. He was trying to- BOOM! Lightning struck somewhere close maybe a mile or two from us. The sound of rolling thunder echoing overhead. Like the coming storm, the physical might of Aras was being demonstrated as the first spatter of cool rain fell. He squatted slightly and with a mighty heave held the giant stone aloft. Aras was triumphant with a smirk across his face. "Impossible! “, I yelled over the approaching storm the wind gaining momentum. He stood there for what seemed like minutes as if to say he had beaten the stone. I felt like beating something just looking at him. Aras held it high, turned away from me and actually threw the boulder into the woods resulting in a fantastic crash. A flash of lightning outlined his massively muscled frame and diamond hard ass. At that moment he seemed like an unstoppable giant. His thick pecs heaving, his fists clenched he turned back towards me. Those concave silver ingot like abdominals flexing and contracting. Who was this teen? Where did he come from? His monstrous organ hung out from his torn shorts. With a swipe of his hand, the shorts were ripped free from his body. His cock grew in size with every step. A beast of an organ as it quickly fattened up to half mast. Rain dripping from its turgid thickness. His heavy ball sack flopped lazily off of one muscled glute to the other. Finally, the titanic cum cannon stood at full salute resting between his muscled cleavage. His body wet with rain. Aras walked up to me. His eyes locked onto mine. “Paul, I told you not to give up on me. Now we'll finish what we started by the pool. Let go of your inhibitions,” he said grabbing me with one hand behind my head. Diary- I fucked him hard! Nearly tore him in half. I had a serious case of blue balls. Okay, okay when do I not have that but that first nut is such a relief. I figured I had him when I ripped that to pieces and then walked out of the pool with my junk in full view. He resisted but I could tell he wanted to touch my forbidden fruit. After I pulled that little rock out and tossed it I knew I had him. The look on his face! Awesome!!! He didn't know what to think! They never do. Like they're amazed and afraid. The temptation,......(you know what I mean). We got in the truck and he handled my cock (surprise!) like a pro. For a guy that looked conflicted about his sexuality, you'd never know it when he put his hands and mouth on my beef-bat. It was too big for him to swallow (nearly always is except for a few who have and you know who you are if you're reading this). I give Paul props for trying to get the head in his mouth but at least he got the tip in (a real trooper). Whatever it still felt awesome. Shit, did I nut! Paul actually swallowed a bunch of my jam (so did I yum!) I couldn't properly fuck him until we got back to his mansion because the pick-up is too tight. Shit, my muscle takes up over half of that cab. As soon as we got inside while like a tornado is raging outside (it was blowing!), my dick needed ass (bend over now!). We were in his kitchen, I pushed him against the marble counter, ripped off his shorts, and put it in. TIGHT! Virgin ass! Yes, yes my kryptonite! Shit, did he yell, buck, and scream and yeah there was some blood. I had to control myself which was hard, like really, really hard. I was only able to get a quarter of my cock in. I figure I'll train him good and get more inside eventually (I'm a great teacher). We fucked a lot more. His ex-wife must really miss Paul's cock. The guy has a fat 9-incher. He face-fucked me like a madman (I made it so sloppy:)). My ass loved it (nice thick fucker). Speaking of his ex, she's a hot MILF and his daughters,.....oh yeah. Funny thing is, his younger daughter is a fan of Harry Potter. She loves Hermione! No fucking way so do I! Shit, I remind people of that actor in the face. Let me put on my make-up, wig, and custom made school uniform (thanks Mimi). I'll be putting my big ass wand up her sweet peach. Leviosae baby! One way or the other I got Paul so I'll add him to my Fuck/Money Buddy list. He gave me an even 1,000 for my "work". I didn't want to break it to him that it was easy. Shit, if Paul knew what I can really do he'd shit his pants. Then again so would everyone. Gotta keep that a secret for as long as I can. Later diary!
  5. Exactly. I need to create a scenario where she would have to lift something like a bus. I have two possible ones. One involves a summer trip with her family to a tropical island. She helps a tourist bus that is stuck on a muddy road. she offers help to the driver and lifts the back of the bus out of the rut/hole. The other scenario takes place at a strength contest. However instead of a bus she pulls or lifts a DC-8 airliner weighing about 290,000- 300,000 lbs.
  6. Nadia's size not to mention physical strength has gradually gone up since I first wrote about her in 2010. Nadia 2018 is a far more massive and strong than her 2010 self. She's virtually unstoppable at this point.
  7. This was a chapter from a continuing story regarding Nadia and her BFF Sonia. Nadia and Sonia each have "pet" names for one another. Sonia calls Nadia "Cookie" and Nadia calls Sonia "Sony". This chapter I've attached is taken out of context or backround information as a lot has happened up to this point. Anyhow this bit is one of the first fights I've written involving the two San Delgado High Seniors. The original story takes place in 1985 as that's when I was a Senior in High School. Always good to write about places and times you have experienced as it adds more realism. In this chapter Nadia and Sonia go up against a whole motor bike gang named The Maulers. Oskar Fiesler began his business in the late 60s after having moved from West Germany. He had once been in the German Wehrmacht during the Second World War. His love for motorcycles began while serving with the Gross Deutschland Division in a reconnaissance battalion. Practically his entire service was on the Eastern Front against the Soviets. Anyone who worked or visited “Fiesler’s Moto-World” soon became acquainted with his stories while serving on that dreaded front. For Oskar’s employees including Nadia they knew all about his tales, some humorous others quite frightening. Oskar had seen quite a lot and experienced everything a human being was capable of during his tour of duty. His experiences dealing with unpleasant or irate customers should come as no problem for the war veteran unless the customer was a member of a biker gang like the Hell’s Angels or Maulers. Sometimes one or more gang members would pull up in front of his business, which sat at the end of a dead end, saunter inside and act as if they owned the place. It didn’t happen very often and rarely repeated especially if Oskar confronted the miscreants with his MP-40 machine pistol. That and the inevitable call to the CHP would suffice enough to make the gang members leave. Oskar’s business had been broken into occasionally and even firebombed once (the perpetrator was a Mauler who got caught after a 10-mile chase by the CHP). Despite these events Fiesler’s business continued unabated. When Sonia and Nadia drove up they could tell it was going to be one of those days when they spied a dozen or so Digger and Shovelhead bikes parked in front. “Cookie check out all those bikes,” Sonia noted. After parking her Mustang they both got out and walked across the dirt parking lot to the business entrance. Right off they heard the muffled sounds of someone shouting inside. Just then two bearded bikers came out of a side entrance laughing and cursing apparently about something that had occurred moments before. Both looked like the prototypical biker; scruffy, bearded, and out of shape. As both girls walked by one of the two men made a comment about the girls, while the other said something regarding Sonia’s heaving chest. The girls ignored them both. When they walked inside there was some argument involving large biker who looked like a duplicate of the ones outside except bigger and bit more in shape. This man was pointing fingers and arguing with Oskar and an employee named Will both of whom Nadia knew. Some of the bikers were milling around the floor looking at all of the motorbikes on display. The little bell above the front door dinged as it closed, momentarily breaking up the argument. Everyone quickly turned to see who had entered. The big guy quickly resumed his tirade while the other members of his gang kept staring at the girls. Will came over with a mixed look of relief and exasperation upon his face. “Will what the fuck is goin’ on?” Nadia asked. “They’re the Maulers. The guy mouthing off to Oskar is named Tree, or something like that, “ he said in a low voice. “Tree?” Sonia snickered. “The guy thinks he should be owed a discount for a whole goddamn engine,” Will frowned. “Hey employee, yeah you! You fuckin’ better not be talkin’ about me over there!” Tree said his voice booming through the rafters his eyes boring through Will. “That guy’s gotta be almost 7 feet tall,” Sonia quietly remarked. One of Tree’s crew a stocky bald guy wearing sunglasses nicknamed Barrel, who coincidentally was shaped like one, stroked his signature handlebar moustache as he ambled nearby to the three. Barrel pretended to look at merchandise while seemingly positioning himself between the trio and the front door blocking their exit. “So what’s it gonna be Oskar?! I deserve at least 50% discount on account of sending a lot of fuckin’ business your way last year my man. I think you owe me,” Tree stated. Poor Oskar barely 5’ 9” with slight build seemed to lean back every time the gang’s leader said something. “Look I cannot give you or anyone a discount on any part unless you have some sort of legitimate documentation from the manufacturer,” Oskar replied in his heavily accented English. Tree placed his hands on his hips before motioning to a gang member who looked like he belonged to ZZ Top, “T-Bone go in the back and see if there’s a fuckin’ 1340 with my name on it.” T-Bone walked to the back of the shop where the workshop was located. “Nein! No! I am sorry but you will have to leave. I am calling zee Polizei!” Oskar yelled out as he attempted to follow T-Bone to the back. Several other gang members followed Oskar. “I’m callin’ the cops fuck this,” Will said. “Yeah, you better” Nadia replied. “Uh, Cookie I’d do something like really soon,” Sonia frowned sizing up the situation. Nadia took a step in Tree’s direction but was cut off by Barrel who said in a voice who’s vocal chords had seen too many cigarettes and hard liquor, “I’d stay where you are honey,” Barrel straightened out his leather vest festooned with Mauler badges, nametag, and the requisite Mauler burnt orange dyed collar as if to show off his authority. The overall shape of his head and neck looked curiously like that of a bullet. His sunglasses appeared fused to his sun baked skin. “Is that right?” Nadia replied taking off her leather jacket and handing it to her friend. Neither of the girls could tell where his eyes were focused exactly, but all bets said his vision was trained first on Nadia‘s insanely developed 23 inch arms. She nicknamed them her “Enforcers”. Her bulbous segmented deltoids gave one the impression of a cluster of bananas crowning a potent package of volatile biceps and triceps. Veins threaded down from the shoulders to her forearms that were like bands of steel wrapped in tight skin. Her entire torso was akin to armor plate. The Def Leppard logo on the T-shirt was pulled laterally by length and depth by an impossible chest divided by a canyon of muscle topped with pert F cup breasts. Her trapezoid muscles framed her beautiful face. The jaw dropping wide back that was pinched by a small waist before once again flaring into glutes of raw power. Her jeans stretched to their limit not only by her mouth-watering ass and thighs but incredibly impressive diamond shaped calves. It was as if the muscle wanted to force it’s way out from it’s denim bondage. Nadia stepped closer to Barrel so that she was less than a foot away. Both were practically the same height at 5’10” so they were eyeball to eyeball. A sly smile came across her lips and one hand went through her boyish short styled chestnut hair. Barrel’s eyes narrowed as he tried to process what Nadia was thinking. Before he could do much processing her left hand rose up in line with his chest and snapped into the form of a fist. In a move made famous by Bruce Lee, the San Delgado High Senior struck Barrel square in his sternum with a one-inch punch. With a twist of the hips, her left shoulder shot forward that produced an explosive strike that landed with a resounding thump against Barrel’s 260lb frame. Nadia’s first strike was so powerful that it sent her opponent flying back several feet on his back. His sunglasses were sent twirling through the air as his body slide across the linoleum floor hitting Tree’s lower right leg. Barrel gasped for breath spittle flew from his mouth as he flayed around on the ground like a fish out of water, “Ack, aaah gahhhh!” Barrel gripped his chest as if he was suffering a major heart attack. His body was racked with a desperate need to breath, to somehow get oxygen into a system that was suddenly paralyzed. Tree’s attention towards his crew’s attempts to get into the repair facility at the back of the shop was immediately and suddenly interrupted by his friend’s body striking him in the leg. “Goddammit all to hell Barrel what the fuck are you doin‘?!” he thundered. Tree suddenly looked up from his squirming friend to see Nadia slowly approaching him with a determined look written on her face. “Get the hell out of here and don’t ever come back,” Nadia said her smoky dark eyes boring holes through him. “Wha? I ain’t got a beef with you,” he said his face all screwed up trying to comprehend the unexpected situation. “You got a problem with Oskar, then you got a problem with me,” Nadia replied. “Huh? Man this ain’t no joke. Take your big titty friend and get outta here or I’ll ruin your fuckin’ day missy!” “Listen fuckwit, you have no idea who you’re screwin’ with,” Nadia’s anger began to well up. Tree turned to face her as she approached, his focus now squarely on the muscled upstart who dared interrupt his business. “Man are you fuckin’ crazy!? Are you tellin’ me that you and I should fuckin’ fight!?” he frowned looking at both girls. “No,” she answered. “Well what then!?” he thundered his face getting red with beads of sweat rolling down his bearded face. “ALL of you,….against this!” Nadia replied flexing both biceps that produced two huge double peaked warheads. The shoulder seam ripped from the incredible volume of muscle. The sound of material giving away reinforced Nadia’s determination, and placed a bit of doubt in Tree’s. He had never seen any female this muscular even the ones who appeared in the bodybuilding magazines. This girl put them to shame. She was ballsy and from what she did to Barrel, strong as sin. Fucking women’s lib he thought, it wasn’t like the good old days when a woman could be cowed with a loud voice and firm hand. Even the ballsy chick’s huge breasted brunette friend had a fierce independent look across her stunning face. Tree aka Arthur Wimpole, was the son of Lawrence and Bettina Wimpole founders of “Stems” a large chain of florist shops across the Western States of the U.S. and British Columbia. Tree initially shared the family estate worth nearly 50 million dollars with a sister. In the beginning with $220,000 at his disposal Arthur Wimpole didn’t have a job unless one considered being a loser leader of a misfit gang of motor heads known as The Maulers as such. Tree’s sister Judy who was the parents obvious choice to run the business after their retirement. Once she assumed the position of CEO she promptly cut her brother out of the estate. She deemed her hairy big sibling to be lacking any common sense, not to mention decent morals to be worthy or capable of having anything remotely to do with Stems. Her lawyers thought so too. By the time of the brother sister split Tree was already riding somewhere out there with the Maulers using his initial $220,000 to fuel his nomad motorhead existence buying anything from new duds for his gang, fuel, booze, women, weapons, and drugs. The money officially ran out in ‘81. Since then he and the Maulers fueled their bikes and desires by selling dope, offering protection services, and pimping prostitutes throughout several states. While their acts of lawlessness were widespread geographically, their main hub was Fresno. The Maulers for their part were a motley bunch having been first formed in 1971 by two thugs named Terry Nelson and Dax Williams. In 1976 both founder and co-founder died. Terry in a prison riot, which was thought to be a planned hit by a rival gang, and Dax in a traffic accident while attempting to flee a pursuing El Dorado County Sheriff. Struck by both deaths the Maulers were in bad shape and nearly disbanded. For several years the outfit was run by a sloth named Mutt aka. Bill Oswald who did little to improve the sad reputation of the Maulers as the bottom rung on the ladder for motor gangs. That changed in 1979 when Mutt, in one of his rare moments of daring action decided to rob a bank in Red Bluff, California. His decision to do was brought up by a bank employee who’s uncle was in the gang, so he offered to help Mutt. Mutt took five other riders with him including Tree. The bank heist was relative success pulling in 22,000 dollars but in the ensuing firefight that followed with a bank guard and Red Bluff Police, Mutt and one other were killed. Police and Tehama County Sheriffs gave chase to the three remaining bikers. During the chase, the senior ranking Mauler lost control of his bike took a turn too fast crashed and was killed. That left just Tree and another biker named Rust to take the money and run. That they did. With darkness approaching Rust and Tree decided to hide out off the back roads. They found a old barn to do so. The place looked abandoned but it wasn’t. An owner who lived in a similar looking old house not far away had seen strange lights coming from within the barn. Being dark and by himself the owner phoned police who arrived with two Sheriff units not long after. The fugitives were caught, but not captured. There was a shootout resulting in two police injured. Tree opened fire as did Rust. One deputy was struck in the face with wood splinters from a fence post, the other in the knee by a shot fired by Tree. Because of the dark Rust was able to sneak up and jump the two uninjured troopers with the hopers of taking their revolvers for he had long since run out of ammunition for his own .45 auto. Rust was unsuccessful and was quickly taken down. While both troopers struggled with him on the ground a booming voice sounded behind them. The Sheriff deputies looked behind them to see a giant bearded man well over 6’8” outstretch his arms, and grab both with a pair of giant hands. The deputies used batons but to no avail, every strike seemed to make the giant angrier. Tree manhandled the troopers beating them within an inch of their lives before both got on their bikes and bugged out. By the time Tree and Rust caught up with the rest of the Maulers, Tree was a hero and the gang shot up in the ranks of the respected. With unanimous approval the story of Tree’s exploits helped propel him to the leadership spot. That had been one hell of a year. But that fame and glory lasted only so long before rival gangs like the Hells Angels, the Mongrels, the Viceroys moved in and squeezed the Fresno bunch out. It had been a long slow decline for Tree and his gang. Now Tree found himself in a motorbike shop confronted by two teenage girls with one threatening to take on a dozen bikers from his crew including himself. This particular girl had the muscles and fighting spirit of some warrior goddess from the dark ancient times. Despite that she was still a girl and Tree didn’t fancy himself to be the type to hit girls. Mouthy broads yes, but not girls no matter how brash they were. This one however, had put Barrel on his ass. He wasn’t sure how she did it but she accomplished a feat no man had ever done. Tree had seen Barrel take punishment in fights and still remain standing to finish his opponent off. Even when he was pissed drunk he always won. Tree figured this chick knew some sort of freaky Kung Fu. Couple that with the huge muscles and she apparently could give a wallop. Regardless if this girl was going down it wouldn’t be by his hands. “Hey you flunkies get your asses over here right fuckin‘ now!” he bellowed out to those outside and in the repair shop. A stampede of worn boot-heels on linoleum sounded and a flurry of activity came around. A thin tall curiously clean shaven biker named Needles wearing a black leather flying cap complete with aviator goggles approached their giant of a boss first. “Tree what’s goin’ on man?” he asked in bewilderment adjusting his black gloves. Needles and half a dozen other members saw Barrel on the ground slowly trying to pick himself off the floor. They all wondered who the huge breasted brunette and muscled red haired girl were. Certainly they weren’t responsible for Barrel being on the ground and causing Tree to yell out in the manner he did they all thought. One of the two bikers whom the girls had passed outside earlier came running inside, “Hey boss I hear sirens way in the distance man. Could be cops comin’ here pronto. I say we split.” “Tree why‘s Barrel on his ass?” a fat biker named Mud asked. “She put him there,” he pointed to Nadia. “She what? She’s just a fuckin’ chick! Come on we got a haul out in the shop. Let’s take it and bust outta here!” Mud said looking at Sonia’s figure. “The polizei are on zee vay, so I suggest to you menschen please leave now!” Oskar said running in from the repair shop out of breath. A bearded long haired tattooed thug named Thing stuck his leg out just as Oskar rushed by causing him to fall face first. Thing who chewed a giant wad of chewing tobacco just smiled and spat some juice on Oskar’s back. Someone then pushed Will and he fell back onto a display of helmets causing the whole thing to crash down scattering helmets across the floor causing the a couple bikers to cackle with amusement. “Who’s the steroid queen?” Mud asked sticking his nose into the air motioning to Nadia. “I don’t take steroids fat-ass. This is all me, just like all that disgusting blubber is all you.”, she smiled. Mud got a mean look across his chubby face, muttered something to himself and walked over to give the mouthy girl a good slap. As he moved his attempts to hike his belt over the massive bear belly failed. Mud suddenly rushed his 310 lb obese body hoping to crash into the teenage upstart. He began to throw punches with his stubby arms but those chunky fists found only air. Nadia easily dodged and blocked Mud’s throws. As she did so she found an opening and countered a blistering right cross against his upper right jaw and lower temple. The blow sounded like a heavy wet thud which sent Mud careening off to his right, his enormous body weight crashing into a new 4 wheeler on display. He squealed and thrashed around on the floor in pain. “Fucking bitch! Gonna kick your fuckin‘ ass! C‘mere!” growled Thing as he rushed Nadia. Thing was nearly 6’4” and weighed close to 295 lbs. He was given his nickname because of his long hair and beard that kept most of his facial features hidden, thus if you saw him he looked like a thing covered with blonde hair. His real name was Randolph Wright. Randolph had no bones about striking or beating women, in fact he was a serial rapist. To him a woman was a mere plaything, a vessel for procreation nothing more. Where his hatred for women came from is up for debate but it may have come from two incidents. The first occurred around age 10 when Randolph was in 4th grade. He had gotten a bunch of his friends to raid and wreck a female classmate’s clubhouse. Their mission accomplished they were suddenly beset upon by four girls. The boys would’ve gotten away relatively unscathed other than a few scratches if it were not for Angela Gunn. Angela had every boy in her elementary school under her thumb, for two reasons; her looks and strength. Quite a powerful combination and it showed when she descended upon Randolph’s wrecking crew. Angela took on all 6 boys and had them rolling on the ground in pain. Randolph got a fat lip, bloody nose, chipped tooth, black-eye, his shirt torn buttons ripped off, and one missing sneaker. Angela didn’t have a scratch. The second occurred in high school when Randolph decided it was time to go to second base with his date Zoe Kettering. They sat side by side in the front seat of his 1950 Chevy Fastback watching the film “Tarantula” at the drive-in movies. Of course he wasn’t watching the giant fake Tarantula rather he was leering at the giant breasts of Ms. Kettering swell under her sweater. Randolph wasn’t the Thing back then, instead he was a clean cut kid who played on the football team and at that very moment he desperately wanted to see what made every guy in the school go ga-ga over his date; Zoe’s boobs. Randolph managed to get his hand under her sweater when she asked for him to unzip his trousers and show her the goods. He did and the first thing to come out of her mouth was a snicker followed by a laugh. By the following Monday the news had spread throughout the school about he-man Mr. Football Randolph Wright’s tiny pecker. Randolph never lived that down and never forgot. “C’mere you fuckin’ bitch!” Thing raved as he threw himself forward towards the girls. Nadia caught him with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. The impact was enough to make him see some stars and he nearly lost his balance. Thing continued his vision a bit blurred. Nadia made his vision go all fuzzy with a palm thrust to his nose breaking it. Thing screamed in pain and began to bleed profusely. Two bikers tried to take Nadia by surprise from behind but Sonia gave full warning, “Cookie look out behind you!” Sonia reached down and picked up two Arai helmets that had come from the wrecked display. She threw one which barely missed one of the gang members, throwing him off balance. With the remaining helmet firmly in hand Sonia swung it and with all her might brought it down upon the other biker’s skull. He screamed, “Aaagh!” and went down on his knees whimpering. His hands covered a nasty gash caused by Sonia’s blow which began to bleed quite badly. The first gang member thrown off balance by Sonia’s earlier near miss quickly received a nasty surprise when she hurled a bright red Shoei helmet striking him on the nose and mouth with enough force to be heard, “Shit!” he yelled out in pain as he fell backward, his lip split and one tooth missing. Holding his hand under his nose with blood pooling in his palm, Thing seethed with rage his eyes wild for revenge. He hurled a motorcycle exhaust tube at his powerful nemesis which missed it’s target striking a fellow biker instead. With the memories of Nadine and Zoe resurfacing in his mind Thing came at Nadia with the intent of doing as much harm as possible. He threw a right cross which she dodged and then a second. Nadine quickly grabbed his forearm, dipped her knees and with her other hand grabbed him by his belt buckle. With a surge of superhuman strength flowing through her, Nadia lifted his body over her head causing her shirt to rip in the back and chest. Sonia who was no stranger to Nadia’s feats of strength was amazed at this newest demonstration. Her BFF was actually holding Thing aloft, with one hand! “What the fuck?” Tree muttered at the sight as he took one step back. Despite Thing trying to wrest his way out of her grip he was wholly unsuccessful. “Holy shit man,” remarked Needles as he started to make a break for the door. “Nodoby can fuckin‘ beat me. Shit, I’ll waste all you monkeys. I’m fuckin’ bulletproof!”, Nadia growled as she hurtled Thing into a cluster of bikers trying to haul ass out the side entrance. Their bodies colliding creating a knot of cursing, yelling, groaning bikers as they attempted to wrestle themselves free and get to their bikes outside. “Who’s next!? How about it Tree? Just me and you,” said Nadia as she picked up an Arai off the floor and held it between her hands. She began to walk towards him. “Tree man, let’s go dude! The cops are gonna be here any minute!” yelled a gang member. “Y-yeah I’m comin’”, Tree looked back at him before turning to face the girl, “You and I got unfinished business missy!” “Anytime anyplace bucko. Oh, Tree?”, Nadia said as he was almost out the door, “When we meet again this is gonna be your fuckin’ head,” Nadia said with a sneer as she crushed the helmet between her palms as if it were made of rice paper. Tree just stumbled out, confusion and a fear written across his face as Stump pulled him by the arm to his motorbike. There was the deep throaty roar of Harley’s starting up and racing off as The Maulers left with their collective tails between their legs. Will, Oskar, and Sonia were amazed at the spectacle. “I don’t sink zey vill be back anytime soon eh Kameraden? Danke Nadia and Sonia, danke,” said Oskar as the first police car pulled into the dirt parking lot.
  8. Hadn't thought of that. Hmmm, that might be worth looking into. I'm desperately looking to commission someone to do Emil. Having a visual like what was done for Nadia, is important in my opinion. Emil is a character that deserves to have more than one illustration done. Finding that particular artist is difficult. I'd do it myself but having the time to do it is in question. I find that I can write a few minutes here whereas doing an illustration or a painting requires a lot more prep and clean-up time.
  9. It was a sunny warm late afternoon in August. James Ramsbottom found himself standing in the parking lot belonging to Westwood Fitness in San Delgado, California. He wore clothing fit for a gym; a bright teal T-shirt, blue shorts, tube socks and bright white Nike sneakers. Looking at himself in a reflection was always a bit like love at first sight. Catching himself reflected upon a window of a Ford Bronco he ran a hand through his wavy blonde locks making certain it was perfect. 'A-prime beefcake,' he thought to himself. James was on the prowl. Today could've spent the afternoon lounging at his favorite sport club named Killearny but he was in search of someone he had heard so much about from friends. What he had heard not only peaked his curiosity but his other head down below as well. This someone was a girl, only 18 as it turned out, and was quite a sight to behold. One friend had mentioned that she was a real freak. Whether she was in the sheets or not he forgot to ask. This girl was presumably working out inside this very gym. James actual reasons for his visit had to do with adding this supposed dynamo to his stable of young women who had already fallen for his charm, good looks, libido, and prodigious sexual organ that swung under his sweatpants. Do it before Chad, Chuck, Brandon, or any other member of his circle tagged her. 'In and out bag and tag,' he thought to himself. He mused that getting women into bed was becoming easier nearly to a point of it ceasing to be a challenge. The girl in the gym would be no different after all she was only 18. If she wanted to see a freak he'd show his power wand between his legs. Mr. Ramsbottom's circle of fellow alpha male friends nicknamed themselves the Aqua Velvas a bit tongue in cheek to be sure. They dressed and walked to impress the fairer sex. They all had the swagger, the euro sports cars, the Aspen Winter condos that screamed wealth even if it came from Mommy and Daddy. It worked. Women fell for their charm. You could spot an Aqua Velva on the streets or in a club by what and who they wore. A virtual litany of Italian fashion lined the closets of it's members. Not only Italian clothing but Polo, Izod, Jordache, Guess, Ralph Lauren, and Burberry to name a few. Her name was Nadia Niculescu. Nadia lived in a fine neighborhood ten-minute drive from Westwood. She had happily married parents who were both doctors at Stanford University Hospital, and she had a younger brother named Alex. Both Alex and she were less than a week from becoming a freshman and senior respectively at San Delgado High School. According to James’ friends Nadia also had a huge breasted raven haired BFF named Sonia Savich. He looked to add Sonia to his list of conquests too. James did a quick visual sweep of the parking lot to see if he could spot either one of Nadia’s two means of daily transportation. Depending on the weather and whether or not she had to drive her little brother to school she often drove a car or rode a motorcycle. In this case she drove her car, and there it was. A black '69 Big Boss Mustang. James chuckled as he walked up to it shaking his head. A girl who drives a car like this must be 100% bad ass and a freak between the sheets. As for the car her Mustang was an extension of Nadia herself. Loud, big, brash, powerful, and full of business. He shook his head as he peered through the glass window and saw that the interior needed a cleaning. ‘Messy girl’, James thought to himself. He hated messy women. He loved discipline in his girlfriends. Neat, orderly, on time, and willing to take his orders on command. He caught his image reflected off of the glass. James let out a sigh and thought to himself, ‘No wonder the chicks go wild.’ Mighty fine indeed after all he was built and incredibly strong there was no argument there. The T-shirt he wore was stretched out, his shoulders, arms, and forearms were well developed. From top to bottom he was the perfect image of physical fitness. He checked to see that his perfectly coiffed dark hair was in place. He smiled at his male model looks and winked. James was certain that Nadia would instantly find him scorching hot. How could she not? He opened the doors to Westwood and took in the interior space which was quite spacious. The entire building broken into three large sections. The largest of which were the free weight and adjoining Nautilus rooms. There was a slightly smaller space reserved for hard impact step aerobics classes, one of which was in session. The walls were painted light gray, with neon lights accents spread about to break up the monotony of gray. The interior design allowed for a multitude of floor to ceiling mirrors. The carpeting was a slightly darker tone of warm gray. There were steel framed posters of male and female hard bodies hanging along the front lobby and rear hallway leading all the way to the locker rooms at the back of the gym. Near the locker rooms were several saunas, whirlpools and one Olympic sized indoor swimming pool. James approached the front desk in the lobby as “One Night in Bangkok” by Murray Head Music began to play through the overhead speakers. A buff guy behind the front counter wearing a name tag that read Chase looked up at James and asked, “Hi there, need any help?” “Ah, do you have a membership form?” James asked. “Yep, sure do. Here you go,” he handed James a clipboard before adding, “We can give you a day pass in the meantime. What’s your name?” “The name’s James,” he said. Chase wrote up a day pass and gave it to him. “Chase you mind if I take this form with me and fill it out later?”, James asked after all he wasn‘t here to join but to bang one of its female members. “Hey, no sweat just fill it out when you have time,” he replied as the desk phone rang. “Where did you used to work out?” Chase asked after he finished helping the caller. “Oh, ah Gold’s. You know down in Venice,” James lied. “Awesome. Yeah, I love Venice Beach, pretty rad place,” Chase said. “Say, uh is Nadia here?” he inquired. “Bennings or Nicu….Nicul…”, Chase said appearing to have some difficulty pronouncing her last name. “Uh, Niculescu.” “I can never say her last name. Yeah, she’s in the weight room. You want me to point her out or go get her?” “Nah, I’ll go and find her it’s no problem man,” James smiled heading off knowing from the descriptions given to him by his friends would suffice. As he did so James passed several full length mirrors. This time he didn't stop to admire himself as he was on the prowl for his new prey. There would be time for self-indulgence later. James crossed the threshold into the weight room. It was crowded and even from his vantage point there was a bit of difficulty picking Nadia out. The song “Shout” by Tears for Fears came on. James really hated that tune. For an instant he thought he spotted her near the other side of the huge room. Was that her? There were so many other patrons it was hard to tell. James was told she had chestnut reddish brown hair cut in a short pixie style with one side slightly longer than the other. His target had brown eyes, and was at least 5’11”. His friend's words 'She's a freak, built like a tank' sounded off in his head. He maneuvered around others as he descended into the maze of equipment racks, dumb bells, barbells, weights, sweat and grunts. He expertly maneuvered avoiding two ‘roid kings. James then looked to his right. His jaw dropped. There she was! He simply couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked stunning and incredibly powerful. 'Fuck me she is a tank' James literally had to catch his breath. It’s one thing to imagine someone from a description but to actually see them up close is entirely different. She exuded a scorching sexuality that was different than anything he'd encountered before. Nadia was performing squats with several muscle-heads hanging around her like a pack of vultures. She was doing a hell of a lot of weight from the looks of it, well over 675 lbs. Despite the incredible weight she did them with a sense of ease her motions incredibly fluid. She wore black spandex shorts and a red OP T-shirt cut off at the midriff with sleeves and collar removed. She had a red bandana wrapped around her head acting as a sweatband and wore a pair of red Reebok sneakers to top off the ensemble. From James’ vantage point Nadia had an insanely over-developed V-shaped back that tapered to a small waist. Her traps and deltoids were just massive. Shoulders that made up of segmented muscle striated in bands that reminded James of a cluster of bananas. Her legs and ass looked as if they were straining to burst out of that spandex. Nadia’s huge quads looked like they could crush coconuts and those big diamond shaped calves would make male bodybuilders green with envy. ‘Jesus I can’t believe this a chick, and a teen at that!’ James wasn't expecting Nadia to look like this. She was far beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He had seen from magazines, articles that featured a few women who had achieved some impressive muscle size and physical strength. There was the famous Mary Logan a Scottish immigrant living in Chicago who amazed audiences in the 1890s with near super human strength. With her stunning beauty and physique Mary lifted wagons, pulled teams of oxen and boxcars with a disturbing sense of ease. Then there was Madamoiselle Emelie Guingand who in 1913 was photographed hoisting a French Army 75 mm artillery piece over her. James' mind recounted the feats of Yulia Kachaturova a Soviet blonde beauty who bested the French woman by lifting a tractor over her head in 1940. Yulia's cute smile not showing a hint of strain. These women were legends and as such a legend is something that existed in the past. James never expected to some face to face with a modern day legend. Not here in San Delgado California. Yet there she was. She was just finishing a set when James looked to her reflection in the mirror as he approached her workout station. Muscle-head #1, her official spotter apparently said something to Nadia that made her smile. In fact all the other guys hanging around her were making fools of themselves trying to get her attention, lauding over her. It turned his stomach to see guys act like that. As he came closer James’ eyes and hers made contact in the mirror. The gaze lasted less than a fraction of a second yet it caused James to stop in his tracks. Those dark smoky eyes of hers appeared to bore right through him. As he walked behind her the spotter gave James a sideways look that wasn’t too friendly. James wasn’t moved by his gaze. ‘Know your place limp dick.’ He felt a bit dumb retracing his steps to perform a second pass. As James did so he caught her looking at him in the reflection as she was about to start her last reps. His dick twitched. James figured Nadia would be finishing up soon. He looked around the remaining parts of the weight room before leaving to check out the rest of Westwood. While he waited he caught glimpse of a woman who reminded him of one Cameron Feagin. Cameron was a young woman in her early 20s who was passed around various members of the Aqua Velvas like some VCR tape. An aspiring actress she was fooled into sleeping with James and his friends who did their own style of acting by making her think they had contacts with various Hollywood agents. Cameron was stunning, desperate, and fortunately for James quite naive. Then one day in Tijuana he spiked her drink like many of his friends often did with girls. She had a severe reaction, foamed at the mouth and died. James panicked and rang a friend who in turn knew of someone in the Mexican underworld. For five thousand dollars this Mexican placed Cameron's body in the trunk of his car and drove off with promises to bury the body somewhere. James' only reaction after a while was the bitterness towards Cameron for dying and to his drug dealer friend who told him the spike was “the shit”. Yeah the spike 'Was shit' he thought. Suddenly there was movement out of the corner of his eye. Nadia approached. His heart rate increased as she walked near James to get a drink of water from a fountain. ‘I can’t wait to get this one into the sack. She'll be in my black book in a category all by herself’. When she got within a few feet of him, those eyes of hers suddenly locked onto his. James could’ve sworn there was a super charged bolt of lust that flashed between the two. He licked his lips. “Hi,” she said. “Hey there,” James answered straightening himself out to appear taller. She wasn’t wearing a bra. James sized up her breasts to be a bit more than a handful. His cock twitched. Her nipples were quite pronounced as if she was already turned on. He slobbered over her exposed midriff that revealed a set of abs that resembled silver ingots. ‘Shit she’s something else,’ he thought. “You must be new. I’ve never seen you here before,” Nadia remarked as she removed the red bandana from her head. “Yeah, I just moved up from L.A. I wanted to find a gym and chose this one.” “Well I’m sure you’ll like it here,” Nadia replied. 'Love her eyes,' “I know I will,” he smiled. “Work hard, play hard that’s my motto. All the gym members here are totally serious about gettin’ their bods in shape. You should fit in really well.” “Well looking at you I’d say you definitely work hard, very hard. You’re unbelievable,” said James. “I play hard too.” “That I have no doubt. You need a play partner?” he asked with a sly grin. “Kinda depends on a few things,” Nadia replied her eyes checking him over. “Oh, like what?”, he asked. “Whether you’re the type that really gets me off. You know the kind of guy that lives in my fantasies.” “Was I in your last fantasy?” James grinned. A slight smile broke across her face and she said, “Hmmm, the stud in my fantasy had a great big cock and a pair of balls the size of lemons that he kept bragging about,” Nadia said putting her hands on her hips and looking straight into my eyes. ‘Damn look at those delts and biceps!’ “Is that right? Well look no further I’m your man.” “You think you’re my fantasy dude?” she smirked. “I might be,” he replied. “Really?” she chuckled in a manner that revealed she thought otherwise. Before James could say anything she stepped forward and put a hand down the front of his sweatpants, her gaze never broke from his. A devilish smile soon appeared across her face. He got an instant hard-on. “Oh, hey jeez wait uh, let‘s go somewhere private,” he said. Her hand stroked his organ and balls, massaging them before pulling her hand out from his sweatpants. She smelled her fingers, a flash of lust appeared in her eyes. She grunted softly, “Yeah, you might be right stud. I think we did have a session the other day.” Overcome with lust he blurted out seemingly out of control, “I gotta pound you deep with my big dick.” “Mmmm, that’s more like it. Well then Mr. Big Dick let’s see what you’ve got. Haul it out and pound it for me”, she cooed. “Uh, right here right now?” he asked incredulously. “I love to see a guy pound his own meat. Are you game? I so want to see those balls bounce while you jack off,” she cooed. James looked around and despite both being in a hidden nook well away from the public eye, doing something like this was something he tried to avoid. She didn’t seem to care one bit. “Maybe you’re not the stud from my fantasy. Sounds like you’re a fuckin’ wuss,” she smirked. “Yea? Well maybe it’s too big and you’re simply afraid,” James blurted out. She laughed, “Haul it out pal.” “Nah, you better do it,” he shot back. She still had that smirk on her face as she slowly got on her knees and pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. She grunted as she saw James’ turgid cum cannon spring up. The thing was getting fatter by the second. Veins stood out like roads on a map along the entire thick shaft. The energy James felt as it pointed skyward never failed to send a wave of power through him. James had always thought he could ram his cock through armor plate. He looked down on Nadia and upon seeing her kneeling down before him his slight case of anxiety he had earlier left him. “Fuckin’ suck it now,” he hissed. She looked up at him as if she was about to say something subservient as most women did to him but instead her dark eyes glowered back, “I don’t think you get how this works stud, you’re my toy.” She grabbed his cock and rammed it into her mouth and down her throat in a mere three seconds. Her deepthroating skills were beyond anything he’d ever experienced with the vast majority of the thousands he‘d fucked in his twisted sex crazed life. Up and down, up and down, up and down she went glazing his shaft with spittle. The blow job was heaven and he wished it would last longer but James already felt the urge to splurge. She sensed it and each time he was about to blow Nadia pulled on his ball sack preventing relief. In a matter of two minutes he went from dominant to dominated. She yanked on the ball sack and squeezed gently, “Who’s in charge fuckwit?” Pain and pleasure hit his nerves at once making James groan. She did it again this time harder, “Answer you fuck.” “You,” he grunted. “What was that?” she squeezed. “Ow, shit,” James winced. “That’s not an answer,” she shot back. Her offensive against his cock and balls continued unabated. Pressed up against a wall he was now receiving more pain than pleasure as his lower abdominals were cramping from the need to release the tsunami of seed. “You are, y-you’re in charge,” he stammered wishing he could cum. “Mmmm? Want me to stop?” she asked. “P-please,” he asked nearly begging. She grunted, “Fuck that boy-toy.” By now his balls were turning a shade of cobalt blue and the cock head a tint of violet. He was literally squirming to get away at which point she stood up. One hand stretching and massaging his ball sack to prevent the impending explosion. She used a forearm to push James back against the wall, her face only inches from his. “Don’t squirm wuss, you’ll only make it more painful,” Nadia said pressing harder into his chest. “Ah, shit please I gotta blow,” he spluttered. “You wanna blow your big wad huh stud,” she whispered. “Y-yes, p-please,” he grimaced as her arm press was starting to affect his breathing making him wonder just how strong this girl truly was. “Want me to make it all better, make the pain go away?” she said quietly. The pain and general discomfort he was undergoing was in fact getting a bit more extreme. She was enjoying every minute. She was clearly in charge and she made him know that. James had no doubt she must've made other guys feel the same. His anxiety came back this time full force. His legs felt weak. He wondered if Nadia even had a steady boyfriend. She most likely went through guys like a hot knife through butter. Hell, she probably collected them, made them do whatever she wanted. Being faced with her incredibly muscled physique, strength, height, and beauty Nadia was intimidating. She knew it of course and therefore used that to get what she desired. James suddenly realized he was being bested by his counterpart of a sorts. “You’re gonna eat your own cum dumbfuck,” she sneered. “What?” Before he even had time to fully register what she had demanded she grabbed the back of his head and forced James to double over while holding his balls and cock in the other. His neck and back muscles protested by causing the Alpha male to yell out briefly. Before he knew it his own cock was rammed into his very own mouth. She held James in a semi balled up position and growled, “Eat it slave,” as she helped to release the torrent of jizz held back for so long. It shot into his mouth and throat, rope after rope of hot seed blasted forth. The stuff was coming out of the corners of his mouth and nose. She laughed. James felt as if his own jaw was about to break from the size of his bloated cock. He was beginning to gag and tried to pull his head back but her forceful hand kept his head locked onto his own meat. James’ back muscles began to burn from the pain. “Yeah, that’s it stud eat it. Oh, yeah like that,” she smiled. She held him folded over as James was forced to eat his own seed. He'd finally stopped cumming but she held him in that position for a short while berating him in a hushed tone of how inferior he was compared to her. Finally, Nadia gripped his hair and yanked his mouth from the softening cock. James made a gasping sound trying to inhale as much air as possible. His face was a red mess, tears ran down his ruddy cheeks cum plastered over his square jaw and dimpled chin. “You look like shit faggot. You should get yourself cleaned up,” she snickered. His head was spinning and his muscled limbs felt heavy as if they were made of concrete. His growing anxiety forced him to blurt out, “You bitch, you’re really fucking crazy.” Her sly smile disappeared, and her dark sultry eyes began to glower in anger. She grabbed his aching crotch squeezed hard making him yelp in pain. She single-handedly hoisted 225lb James off the ground, “Yeah, you do need a wash.” James knew he was in for it and tried to reach for her throat. She sneered and struck him in the solar plexus with a punch that made him see all the stars in the Milky Way. All of the air within him left his lungs like some airplane cabin suffering a decompression at 35,000 feet. She threw him over one of her broad shoulders walked down the hall and kick in the door to the hot tub. With one foot she kicked the machine on making the water effervesce in a cavalcade of bubbles. Like a sack of garbage, she threw the now demoted Beta male in the water. He gasped for air as thrashed about attempting to recover from the aching sensation in his gut. He wiped the hair and water away from his “dreamy” blue eyes and there she stood. Her hands upon her hips looking down at him as if he truly was subservient. Even now he was in awe how her gym outfit conformed to her outrageous body. “I own your ass. You’re gonna learn like everyone else that I run the roost. Capiche? Soon you’ll worship the very ground I walk on,” she said in a tone that yielded an overwhelming sense of self-assuredness. “Do your parents know what you’re like? Do they know what you do, how you act?” he demanded. She smiled and replied, “I’m an A student, a loving helpful dutiful daughter to my parents and supportive protective sibling to my younger brother. Do they know how I treat scum like yourself? No, of course not.” “Well maybe I ought to tell them,” James replied back to her. “Hmmm, that would be a poor choice bucko. I’d bury your ass if you did, and I do mean bury,” she smiled her eyes boring holes through him. “Okay missy,” he’d had enough of her attitude and scraped what little pride he had left. “Missy? What decade are you in?”, she laughed. James scrambled out of the hot tub, his self-esteem nearly shot. The idea of being challenged by a girl was more than he could bear. If news got out of this episode no woman would ever want to be seen with him ever again. The “Superstud” James Ramsbottom would forever live in shame. He had to do something. “You look pissed,” she said as he fumbled his way over to her. “You’re damn right I am,” he barked. “Shhhhh, calm down little man. Don’t spaz out. I see you still haven’t learned. Therefore, I’ll have to be much firmer with you,” Nadia said in a calm voice that only served to agitate him more. The light and shadow played games across her incredible musculature. Nadia's back looked like some geographical relief map of valleys and rolling hills of raw muscle. He couldn’t help feeling a tiny resurgence of lust down below. ‘I’ll rape this mouthy bitch raw,’ he thought to himself. “I’ll be the one who’s firm. Just assume the position and take it like the whore you are,” he demanded. “A whore? How about an introduction first. Why don’t you say hello to my Enforcers,” Nadia answered. “Your what?” “My Enforcers,” she reiterated doing a double bicep pose. ‘Fuck me’, James was astonished even a little frightened by her physique. Her arms were truly huge and those lats of hers, by God! He guessed the size of her guns to be around 23 inches (at least) in diameter with biceps that actually sported a double peak. The vasculature wrapped around steely forearms and bicep muscle like cables. He gulped. She wobbled a huge glute before tensing the muscle that revealed segmented musculature, “And these are my glorious Pythons.” Nadia was a complete package with attitude to boot. “I think you need to lay off the juice honey.” Nadia laughed, “You think I take that stuff? No way Jose. What you see is all me pal. Just me, myself, and my killer genes.” “Yeah, sure whatever you say. Your genetics alone are responsible for all that muscle and your feminine charm,” he snorted. “I'm a great person once you get to know me, I mean as long as you stay on my good side that is, “ Nadia replied. “Oh, I bet you're all sugar and spice bitch.” “Isn't that what you like in a girl? For her to be innocent, sweet, and submissive or do you like them to be dominant like me? Maybe you don't have a preference. You just see what flips your griddle and go for it,” Nadia said fawning an air of innocence. “Take a fucking guess,” James said grabbing a towel to dry off. “Did you get all your own cum off?” she snickered. “We aren't done here,” he muttered. “You know I bet you're a sub. You act like Mr. Dominant but secretly you love to be the receiver. Am I right? Now what would be your hottest fantasy? Lemme think for a sec.” “I can guess your story honey. A guy you really liked once said you were the lamest lay he'd ever had. That dashed your dreamy dream of skipping off into the sunset hand in hand with him. So you swore to yourself you'd punish every guy you'd meet especially those like myself who are confident in who we are. Guys like me are a reminder of that one that got away.” Nadia laughed clapping her hands together, “Wow! Is that what you think? Do yourself a favor and never become a psychologist, you truly suck.” James’ mouth was dry and he wiped water from his face. He’d have to seriously take her on if he was to recover any sense of self-worth. He’d never live this down if he lost. Whatever happened next he’d make up one hell of a story later for his friends. “Okay b-bitch whatever, your t-times up. I’m g-gonna kick your ass and f-fuck you r-raw,” he said. She snickered in response which caused her cobble stone abs to tighten and her breasts to jiggle. Nadia imitated his speech, “Oh r-really y-you’re gonna k-kick my ass? For sure. It's time you got on all fours and kissed my feet worm.” Nadia gave him an open handed slap to his face. The sound reverberated throughout the room and gym. Her hand struck his face and made a sound similar to a bullwhip cracking. The impact caused the male stud to lean hard over. Something brilliant white flew from his mouth and skittered across the tiled floor. James thought he was about to lose his balance and fall over. The entire left side of his face burned something fierce but that wasn't the only sensation that that made warning bells go off in his head. For some reason the vision from his left eye was suddenly blurred. No, correct that he had no vision from that eye period. “What the fuck!? Shit I-I can't see out of my fucking left eye. Shit!”, he exclaimed. “I think you lost something else bozo. Better look in the mirror,” Nadia chuckled. He staggered over to one nearby and was shocked by what he saw. Half of his face was beet red and one of his famed pearly white teeth had a problem. A guaranteed public image problem, “You fuckin' bitch! You knocked the cap off of one my front teeth. Fuck!” He saw her in the mirror's reflection standing behind him hands on her hips with a big grin across her face. “I think it went over there somewhere, “Nadia nodded. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” James got on his hands and knees to look for his prized cap on the floor and blubbered, “Where is it?” “Jeez stop spazzing out. I didn't even hit you that hard,” she said. “I-I think you detached my retina too. Shit!” “Gotta admit there are times I don't know my own strength,“ Nadia shrugged. “There it is!”, he cried out as he spotted the lone tooth cap hiding in a corner. James tried to examine it and went back to the mirror. What would his fellow Aqua Velvas think of him looking like this? A tear welled up in his eye and he sniffled. James stomped his foot in frustration like a petulant child, “No, no, no! I look like crap dammit!” “Are you crying? Holy shit you are! Oh my god you're such a fucking fag! What a freakin' pussy. I was about to say that I'm not done with you here but now I'd actually feel bad beating you to a pulp. I give you permission to leave. Really just get the fuck out of my sight you freak.” He turned to her and for split second thought about rushing her before making the wise decision to cut and run. His face all red he replied, “This isn't over bitch and you know it!” She could only giggle at the Beta male with the fucked up tooth trying to make threats, “Hey bud, you better hope I don't see you again because if I do I guarantee I'll turn you into my very own meat puppet.” A member of Nadia's fan club was nearly bowled over by James who staggered out from the whirlpool room muttering to himself about how he was going to 'kill the bitch'. He was followed by Nadia herself who slowly sauntered back to the weight-room. The fan club groupie just shook his head and said to her, “Nadia you're such a heart breaker, or should I say neck breaker.” She smiled back and replied, “You know it.”
  10. What's your Skype or Yahoo IM?

    1. abyssdemonxes

      abyssdemonxes

      I have yahoo the screenname is: abyssdemonxes

    2. Emil

      Emil

      give me a shout out; clipperarctic on yahoo IM when you have time

  11. Freakin awesome avatar!

  12. I remember reading this story some years ago. Glad you finished it! Well done!
  13. I like both male and female muscle growth. It seems dumb to remove half of the population by having "only this" or "only that" allowed. Why not just celebrate the beauty and eroticism of both male and female muscle/strength.
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