Tony VS Superman

[BrutalPowerDemon]

(And . . . still a personal fave . . . )


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TONY & THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER - PART 1


	After Tony's body had absorbed so much energy from the nuclear power
plant and grown to its astounding new proportions, Tony had tested his
newfound strength by simply walking straight through the nearby city
and quite thoroughly destroying everything in his path - stomping and
crushing and fucking his way across town.  Now he was simply relishing
the memory of how easy it all had been; he was just standing still,
admiring each massive muscle as he repeatedly flexed it, over and over,
finding it almost impossible even for him to comprehend the size and
power-and the destructive potential -- of his own body.  Each flex
seemed to make new bulges appear, old ones grow larger, and all of them
harder and even more defined than before. Seeing how much each muscle
bulged when he flexed it fairly hard made him realize that all the
destruction he'd just administered to the city had taken only a
fraction of his strength, because even when he put those six boxcars
side-by-side in his hand like so many cigars and effortlessly crushed
them into a piece of corrugated sheet metal., his forearm muscles
hardly bulged out at all.  It hit him then that at this size, the world
was his to do with as he pleased, and he was ready to check out this
conclusion.  But for the moment, he was content to pleasure himself
with yet more flexing and posing; his self-admiration had no bounds.


	The ten or so people who had been caught out in the open when Tony
walked several steps out from the city were pretty impressed, too.
Surprised by his sudden presence and with nowhere to run for cover, the
group hunkered down and  remained absolutely still, hoping to remain
unnoticed, and soon found themselves as impressed by Tony's immensity
as he was.  But as Tony looked downward to admire first his dick and
then his thighs, he did notice them, and was very amused by the fact
that their stares seemed transfixed squarely on his most manly body
part, which was drooping lazily out and over his humongous balls.
Enjoying the attention, he reached down and gently cradled his resting
cock in his palm.  As big as his meaty hand was, Tony's wondrous
equipment was equally enormous, and even in its fully relaxed state,
the cockhead and part of the shaft extended well over the edge of his
palm, an impressive sight even from two hundred feet below. "It's O.K.
if you want to rest for awhile, little fella," Tony said to his dick.
"You've had a pretty big day - fucking those buildings and tearing
apart those buses and train cars and all…; you deserve a good rest."
But still hugely enjoying his ability to kill so many so easily-even
without using his cock, he took one step towards the group, raised his
other foot above them and said, "Here; admire this!" as his gigantic
foot came slowly down on top of the desperately, but hopelessly,
dispersing group.  Those who looked up to assess their danger got a
close, though very brief look at the very thick sole of Tony's foot
before being instantly obliterated.


    Whereupon his mind turned to other more important matters.  "Hmmm -
fuckin' those high rises to rubble was dirty work. Got "buildin'" all
over my sweaty muscles. Time for a little cleanup. The harbor oughta be
big enough."


     It was just a couple miles off--maybe a half-minute stroll for a
four hundred foot muscle giant, but before he got there…..


     "Come to think of it, I am feelin' mighty hungry, though, so,
first things first.. Hm-m-m-m, wonder what a guy can get to eat around
here….?  Well let's see. Hey!  There we go--a nice, big stockyard;  must be a
few thousand head in there. I'd say that's a real good place to start. Good
snack at least,"  He starts in,  scooping 'em up a couple dozen at a
time and poppin' 'm in.  Mmmm, yarm, yummy mm-mm-mmmmmm. De-e-e-Lish!
Tony thinks to himself, --kinda  chewy and crunchy at the same time.
And good muscle-fodder for giants, too. All Right! - I can feel 'em
feedin' my muscles already-I feel 'em getting bigger, stronger -
Oh-h-h,  YEAH-H-H-H-H-H!  Nothin' like red meat to help a fella
grow-real man's  food.    Hey, must've busted down the fence in that
one pen when I scooped up that first mouthful - Ha! - looks like the
rest of 'em are runnin' for their lives. Tryin' to, at least.  Yeah - I
love it - they won't get far. I'm hungry, cows, and you're just the
ticket. Yeah-h-h, go ahead and run for all the good it'll do ya. Let's see..just one step
and… "Sorry, cows; you lose."  Tony easily scoops up a nice big
handful. Boy, they sure can squirm. Wonder how they'd feel in my mouth,
lettin'em run around a bit before I chomp down and swallow 'em. Well
here goes. Mmmmm Yeah - feels kinda funny-the way they're stumbling all
around in there. Looking for a way out, I'd guess. Too bad… only one
way outta there… CRUNCH, CHEW CHEW CHEW…mmmmmmmmm go-o-o-d.  And down
they went.


     About the time when Tony had polished off the first pen full of
cattle, the three new stockyard owners, seeing their huge investment
disappearing before their eyes, and not thinking very clearly, ran
outside with the most powerful guns they had and tried to chase the
giant off. Tony was enjoying a particularly big mouthful of cattle when
the firing began, so without so much as a downward glance, he casually
finished chewing and swallowing before opening his eyes and looking
down. "Well, whad'ya know-appetizers!"  With that, he quickly reached
down before the men could begin to react, picked them up, placed them
in one palm, and looked down at them with amusement as he held them
just below his now very rigid sex tool. Although he had intended to eat
them, his dick started twitching on its own, as if sensing Tony's hand
nearby, indicating its need for attention.  "Oh, what the hell,"
thought Tony as he instead used the three men to lubricate his cock.
He stroked himself most enjoyably until the fresh slickness wore off,
satisfying his cock's immediate need, and went back to his meal.He
continued to scoop handful after handful of cattle into his eager mouth
until every last one had disappeared down into his belly.


    Of course, Tony didn't really need to eat that much, but he knew
that his super-fast-acting stomach juices would turn the cattle into
pure muscle-growth food, making his muscles yet larger, denser, and
stronger than ever.  When he ate a lot, he could actually feel the
changes going on, starting with his muscles, which seemed to throb and
pulsate as his blood carried the fresh nutrients throughout his body,
and then, once his muscles had been fed, the rest went straight to his
balls, which started churning out fresh cum in vast quantities,
expanding his nutsack as the pressure began building.  No doubt
about it, gorging himself was an incredibly sensual experience for
Tony, so if food was available, Tony would make good use of it.


     "Hm-m-m, guess that about wipes out the cattle population.
Huh..wonder if there's anything in these grain silos…Hey, Look'a here!
They're almost full. I guess they won't be needin' them any more". Tony
reaches down and tears the enormous silos of cattle feed out of their
foundations, tears off the tops, and empties them into his mouth.
Mmmmm, not bad.   GULP.  BUUUURRRPPP. Ahhhhhhhh.  Patting his belly,
and finally feeling satisfied for now, Tony looks around, gets his
directions, and starts walking towards the harbor, looking for
something to do along the way. "Hunh….Don't seem to be many people
around.  Guess they left town - wonder why!!!!  Heh, heh, heh".


     Soon, the harbor comes into view.  It was used mostly by the navy
because it had a deep harbor, allowing even the largest  military
vessels to dock there for refueling while the personnel took some shore
leave in the city.  At one end was a small section of public beach,
along with a marina, several businesses along the boardwalk, several
homes and one multistory hotel set back uphill from the shore line.  It
was only a minor resort, but many people came to enjoy the attractive
and usually quiet beach.


     "Ha!  What have we here - not many navy ships left in the harbor.
Looks like most of 'em have made it out to the open sea.  Saw an
aircraft carrier here just yesterday;  sure hoped it would still be
around so I could have some fun with it.. Guess it's not just the
people who have left town, eh? Well, maybe later I'll take a little
swim and hunt down a few of those ships -- won't take long tocatch up
with 'em at my size, with these huge, fuckin' thigh muscles powering me
through the water. Then I'll play with 'em for awhile and… Hey! --- is
that what I think it is?"  It was.


     Off in the  distance,  almost at the horizon and barely visible
even from Tony's great height, was the carrier. "Yes-s-s! That's it! Boy that
aircraft carrier must've spotted me - it's movin' mighty fast for such
a big ol' boat. They just don't seem to wanna stick around and play.
Well that's too bad 'cause I can feel my last meal going
straight into these huge, fuckin' muscles, makin' 'em grow even bigger,
even stronger, and needin' some action." He screams out a  "YEA-A-A-G-H-H!!"
as  he hits a most muscular and admires his amazingly thick  biceps,
and his even thicker and more detailed triceps; then he  draws his
hands up and around his indescribably enormous pecs that jut out so far
he'd  look top-heavy if they weren't balanced by an equally amazing
back structure and  thighs that were massive almost beyond description
- thighs that could easily handle Tony'ss upper body-no matter
how big it got. "…Hmmmmmm …yeah…I can feel 'm growin'even bigger… even
stronger… .ungh… so fuckin' huge and it's goin' to my cock, too,
because I'mgetting hornier by the minute.  Damn! - I'm startin' to leak
already and I'm ready to shoot…Man, I hate it when that happens-just
can't think of anything else but fuckin'. I'd say it's time to play, so
I guess I'll just have to go catch me a playmate ….heh heh heh".


    Tony walks out into the harbor, heading out towards the carrier.
Not many boats of any kind still around.  He ignores the navy vessels
for now, -- time for that later, if he gets bored. There are a few
private boats-yachts really, trying to leave. The first one he comes
to, a twenty-footer, he gently picks up between his thumb and index
finger, holds it up to his face, gives the passengers time for one good
look before saying, "Hi, folks.  Bye folks," as he crushes the middle
flat, the two ends dropping into the water.


    A bit further out he scoops up a classy 30-foot yacht which doesn't
quite reach all the way across his palm.  He's holding it upright,
leaning it against his fingers that tower way above the "little" boat's
upper decks. "Wonder which is stronger, the boat or my grip," as he
folds his fingers down over the doomed ship and gives it one quick
squeeze. "Oops! No contest there," as unrecognizable bits of dust and
debris rain down into the harbor waters. Bored with  these trivial
pursuits, he ignores the few other boats he sees, dives in and heads
out to sea.


     Tony  catches up with carrier in no time. He swims past it, turns
around, grabs it at the bow and using only his gargantuan leg muscles,
pushes it back to shallower water-more fun to play with it that way.
Once closer to shore, he lets go of the ship and stands up--his massive
pecs and shoulders towering over the flight deck.  The ship starts
heading back out to sea.  "Whoa!  That thing's been churning away at
full throttle the whole time, just fightin' to get to the open sea, and
I didn't even notice.  Puny fuckin' engines, and  a damned nuisance,
too; --think I'll put 'em out of their misery."  So he lifts the back
of the ship up out of the water, finds the propellers and pinches them
off the ship and sets in back in the water. "Don't think they'll get
very far now," he thinks to himself.


     Lifting the end of the ship like that made kind of a mess of
things on the deck, so Tony just stood there watching the little people
scurry about recovering from the "ride" they'd just gotten. He smirked
down at them as he lazily and deliciously stroked his very happy,
heavily leaking, and very sensitive dick, thinking "…guess I'd better
stop playin' with myself; this little puppy ain't gonna last long once
I get goin' with it.  Hmmm - looky here - the little jets are
takin'off."  Tony stood a bit off to the side of the ship so the planes
could take off as usual.  Five or six planes took off, circled around,
and headed back toward him.


      "Whoa - cool - bet they're gonna attack me. Hope they've got some
big stuff;  I can hardly feel the bullets from those guns they carry
around.  O-O-O-H,  here they come, straight at me shootin' little
missiles and everything. Sock-it-to-me, guys…, BOOM! Y-e-a-a-h-h-h,
that  felt great! WHOOOSH!  Here come some more, right for my big
fuckin' pecs. BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM.  - Who-o-o-a!  Heh heh, I
just love that, but I wish those fuckers would sting just a little.
'Hey! -- ain't ya got a real man-size missile?  Because if ya don't,
well I fuckin' do, and I plan to use it, too,'" strongly thrusting his
stupendous cum-rocket upward and grabbing it strongly for emphasis as
he said that.


    Two planes had several of the  biggest non-nuclear  warheads made,
and it was obviously time to use them. The other four planes circled
around for another pass-the idea being to "soften" Tony up before
hitting him with their biggest stuff. On the first pass, Tony had not
interfered with the planes; but this time would be different.  He stood
still just as he had the first time, but when the planes got too close
to maneuver away,  Tony just stuck out his arms, causing three of the
planes to disintegrate against his immovable walls of muscle.  One got
away.  Then Tony crouched down, keeping only his head visible above the
deck of the carrier, ostensibly to give the last two planes a smaller
target to hit.  Consequently, both planes came in very low to get the
best angle-one just behind and above the other.  But as
soon as the missiles were launched, Tony simply stood up.  The warheads
struck first-two of them directly on his cock, sending him into such a
blissful state that he never really registered the impacts of the two
planes on the ridges of his ab-muscles immediately after.


    Not yet ready to concede defeat,  three more planes were preparing
to take off, at which point Tony decided this part of the game was
over, so he moved around to stand at the end of the runway just as the
jets were ready to go. Since all three planes had their engines already
up to take-off speed, they decided to give it a go, even though they
had this little problem-how to get over or around the upper 200 feet of
the musclebeast waiting at the end of the runway.  Well, they really
couldn't.  The first two tried their best to takeoff in as short a
distance as possible and immediately veer sharply left or right to
avoid the giant. One plane didn't get over quite far enough and severed
a wing when it caught Tony's magnificent obliques; the other got far
enough over to miss his abs on the opposite side-but flew directly into
an obstacle ever-so-much larger, and harder, than the plane: Tony's
left bicep.


   In the third plane, the 'Ace' pilot on the carrier-a true Top Gun
Hot Shot, tried the straight-up approach trying to get over Tony's
head. He figured Tony would flinch over to the side a bit with a jet
fighter coming straight at him. Not a chance.  Instead, in a surprise
move, Tony leaned forward. The pilot almost made it up to Tony's
nipples, disappearing in a fireball deep in the crevice between the
mountainous pec muscles, causing Tony to groan with great pleasure as
his cock began vibrating with need and leaking a voluminous amount of pre-cum onto the
deck below.  In fact, he enjoyed being hit by those planes so much, his
nuts started pushing out the cum;  Tony had to squeeze the base of his
cock really HARD to keep from cumming, and only barely succeeded at
that.  "Whew! Was THAT ever close!"


    By the time Tony turned his attention to the action below,  three
more planes had been brought up from below and were being readied for
take off.  "Enough's enough!" thought Tony.  He stepped over to the
side of the carrier and brought his forearm down hard across the deck,
right in front of the planes' launch position, creating a deep channel
clear across the deck.  "Runway's closed," Tony announced. "But just to
make sure…"  Tony makes a fist, tenses his arm, and then pauses for a
few moments as he enjoys watching the veins pop out all over his
forearms as the muscles swell, and thenwatching the flexing, rippling
movement of his massive triceps, not to mention the growing mountain of
his biceps as he repeatedly flexes.  Evidently satisfied with what he
sees, he rears back and thinks, "One good slam really ought'ta …" BOOM
/  CRUNCH  "…take out the control tower.  Yeah-h-h! That wasn't so
hard" he says, chuckling to himself, satisfied with the utter obliteration of the
tower.


    "Speaking of 'hard,' it's time to get down to some serious fuckin'
. Hm-m-m, where to begin, where to begin…"  Tony was watching the men
down below, who, suddenly deprived of their only means of attacking the
giant, had no idea of what to do next, and so were staring dumbly up at
Tony waiting for his next move, which was to return to the end of the
ship, facing the men.  Then,  holding the ship by the sides, he
squatted down low enough to position the tip of his gigantic,
ready-to-fuck cock against the hull, well below the water-line, and
with one powerful thrust of his hips, pushed himself through the hull,
which had been built to withstand the most powerful existing man-made
artillery-but not Tony's dick. Several levels of steel plate flooring
and the upper-level deck, which could easily handle the impact of tons
of fighter-jets landing on its surface, had no chance against the power
and hardness of Tony's favorite body part.  The intensity of the
sensations he received as his dick smashed through level after level of
thick steel flooring caught Tony off-guard.  He was momentarily stunned
by the intensity -- very, very pleasantly stunned.  He threw his head
back, and gripping the sides of the ship to keep it in place around his
dick, quietly basked the simple but incredibly strong pleasure he
continued to feel. He spent several minutes like this, with his eyes closed, quietly
breathing inand out, moaning his pleasure as he gently drew his cock
back and forth throughthe passageway he had created, purposely sliding
the underside of his cock hard against the ships steel plating, flexing
his cock again and again, reveling in the feelings that were produced
with each movement.


     Eventually, he looked down to check on the activity on board the
carrier.  He saw,as he had felt, that most of his cock was buried
within the ship; only  the head protruded above deck. He also noticed a
small, "Is that a bug?" on  his cockhead.  Looking closer, he saw a
tiny crew member, whose name was Jack, squirming around a bit in some
pre-cum that had just leaked out.  He also realized that Jack wasn't
actually moving very much;  he had become glued to his cock, face-down,
by the now drying cum-juice.  This picture stunned Tony once again-it
was the first time in his still short experience as a 400-foot giant
that  he'd seen a human on his cock, and the view utterly thrilled him.
 He reached down, wrapping his fingers around the underside of the
cock-tip, with his thumb just under the ridge on the up-side, almost
touching Jack's feet ;  and then he just stared at the picture.  And
marveled.


     This image, more than any he'd experienced in the last day so
completely filled him with a feeling of supreme strength and domination
that he felt like he would swell up and burst right out of his skin
then and there.  He couldn't stop chuckling to himself when it occurred
to him that these tiny creatures, these…, these…, miserable humans,
were completely insignificant even when compared to his jack-off tool!
This thought produced inside him feelings of unimagined power such as
he'd never before experienced.  He let go of his cock, held onto the
sides of the ship once again, and thrust upwards a bit more, his nut
sack caving in a good part of the ship's hull as he did.  He closed his
eyes, tightened his whole body, clenching his teeth together, and
flexed;  and without relaxing, he flexed harder, and yet harder, his
dick pumping up bigger, and harder, as more blood flowed in, and as
more pre-cum flowed out, incinerating both Jack and, unseen by Tony,
two more sailors on deck directly below the drip line of Tony's
cock--they were enjoying a taste of the first drop of pre-cum to fall
to the deck and hadn't even seen the next much, much larger drop when
it hit them; they got quite a lot more than they had hoped for.


     Tony had planned to hold off from cumming until the ship was
completely demolished, figuring that his sensations would be multiplied
if he could savor the total destruction he'd left behind.  But after
his recent, amazing erotic experience of seeing that helpless little
human on the tip of his pecker, and the resurgent sense of power he'd
felt--not to mention the incredibly strong dick contractions that he
hadn't planned on and which threatened to push him over the sexual
edge, he was finding it extremely difficult to stave off his orgasm.
But with an effort that required all of his will-power, he squeezed
with all his strength the muscles at the base of this cock and
prevented the eruption of cum from his balls.  He needed to hold
himself motionless for what seemed like a very long time, allowing his
lust to cool a bit, and was now planning his next move.


     While Tony was lost in his erotic reverie,  most of the brave men
of the armed forces had managed to disappear below deck in search of
some safety. Eventually determining that there was none to be had by
hiding, considering how readily he had already severely damaged the
carrier, they became desperate and decided to take the offensive.  Of
course driving the giant away wouldn't actually have helped them much
because the ship was floating only because Tony's cock held it up: they
were doomed no matter what they tried.


    Considering his options, and seeing almost no men visible on deck,
Tony was pretty surprised to see five hundred or more men suddenly pour
out over the deck.


    "Wonder what they're up to?"  Much to his exquisite pleasure, he
would soon find out.


    Most of the men were even more surprised than Tony when they found
themselves confronted by this unimaginably huge giant.  They'd been
told only that the ship was under attack, so what they expected was an enemy
warship, not a very solid-looking muscle monster looking down at them
from two hundred feet up with a very relaxed, confident, smirking
smile, and with shoulders as wide as the ship and biceps bigger than
any military vehicle they'd ever seen---so lean that every vein, every
curve of every muscle stood out in bold relief underneath skin
seemingly stretched to its limit.  It looked like his skin would burst
on the spot if he flexed even a little bit.


      Meanwhile, Tony's cock was acting up again, demanding immediate
attention, so Tony reached down to try to soothe his raging beast by
stroking it lightly, and only then did the men, who had been too awed
by his size to register many details, finally noticed the giant cock
sticking twenty-five to thirty feet up through the deck. Quite
understandably, they were temporarily paralyzed into inaction, so when
the commander repeatedly yelled, "Prepare to fire!", no one had enough
composure to respond.  Tony thoroughly enjoyed their paralysis,
realizing that it was his awesome  size and utterly overwhelming
muscularity that had brought it on.  He also imagined, correctly, that
many of the men had quickly decided that they were dead men--that even
their biggest guns wouldn't help them.


    Nevertheless, by the fifth time that the frantic and exasperated
commander yelled, "FIRE!" they finally took notice and started
scrambling into position in preparation for their assault.  Tony
noticed this, and though he was eager for an all-out artillery massage,
he decided to have a little fun before the real action began.  Since
the ship was being supported completely by his cock and his now truly
bulging nuts which were churning out cum in huge amounts as a result of
his stockyard feast, he thought to himself, "I wonder what a good flex would do?"  

All it took was a gentle thrust of his hips and a single good, hard flex, 
and every man,  rifles at the ready, found himself flat on his back when the 
deck suddenly flew up underneath them, powered mainly by Tony's gigantic cock. 
Shocked at first, they  tried to recover, but before they'd made much progress,
Tony flexed once again, with much the same result.  "What the hell's
going on?" lots of men yelled, looking around for another boat,
thinking there'd been a collision.


    In the midst of his laughter at the sight below him, Tony managed
to choke out, "Whats'a matter guys-haven't gotten your sea legs yet?"
He kept laughing at his joke, causing the ship to keep shaking, thereby
keeping the men down on the deck, unable to stand.  Apparently his dick
was enjoying this too, because it was spewing out pre-cum like crazy.
Twice more he let the men recover a bit before flexing them back down
off their feet, and each time he flexed, his dick spurted out large
blobs of pre-cum, burying several soldiers standing too close - meaning
within fifty feet of the tip of his dick.


      Most of the men still didn't realize the cause of the huge jolts;
they assumed the muscle monster was walking backwards and dragging the
boat along with him.  Tony remained still for awhile, allowing the men
time to regroup into firing position.  Just as they were ready..,
FLEX!, and down they went. "Gotcha!", Tony chuckled down at them.  Now,
finally, guys were figuring out the source of their predicament;  as
word spread, most just stopped and stared in renewed disbelief. One
frustrated guy, a Second Lieutenant fresh out of ROTC, yelled angrily
to another, "Don't fuck with me, Man!  No mans' dick can possibly shake
 a god-damned aircraft carrier!"  He was staring at Tony as he yelled
out, and Tony, as if hearing the remark, got real playful and gave them
three quick but full, hard flexes.  POW! POW! POW!  Men and rifles were
bouncing everywhere.


   "It's a real circus down there," he thought, as he slowly and
sensuously ran his fingers up and down the underside of his very stiff,
read-to-fire anti-aircraft-carrier-device.


    The men who were paying attention to the rapturously dick-stroking,
chuckling giant realized that Tony was laughing at them, and at their
futile efforts to survive. But all they could do was try.  So once
more, they prepared to fire, and, well-l-l…, he couldn't resist one
last flex, and down they went-almost to a man.  By this point, the men
were all but ready to give up, but Tony, to the astonishment of the
men, encouraged them to try once more.  He motioned them to get up, and
made like he was aiming a rifle to tell them to try again, saying,
"Come on, guys, you can do it."  Strongly suspecting a trick, the men
shakily got up and got ready to fire, still prepared for the worst, but
Tony stayed still.  After all, he wanted to feel everything they had to
offer, looking forward to a rain of bullets and, he hoped, some rather large caliber
shells as well. And so, finally, the command came for the last time.


    "FIRE, DAMMIT!"  And so they did.  All five hundred men.  All five
hundred rifles, canons, grenade launchers, whatever. And who knows how
many bullets.  And all for naught, except insofar as it pleased Tony
immensely, and  so long as Tony was enjoying himself, the men were
safe.


     But that was all about to change.


TONY & THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER - PART 2    


     After crushing and fucking fully one third of the carrier into oblivion,  
over five hundred men,  weapons at the ready, had  assembled themselves for a 
final assault on the muscle giant.  


     "FIRE, DAMMIT!" came the orders.  And so they did.  All five hundred men.  
All five hundred rifles, canons, grenade launchers, whatever. And who knows 
how many bullets and ordnance of all sorts. And all for naught, except insofar as it 
pleased Tony immensely, which was important because so long as Tony was enjoying himself, 
the men were safe.

       But that was all about to change.

       Tony was in heaven.  The bullets, the grenades, and especially the light 
anti-aircraft rockets:  Um-m-m-m - it all felt so-o-o good!  He closed his eyes, 
threw back his head, and moaned his pleasure as he kept his cock happy with one, 
or sometimes both hands.  At one point he raised his arms and clasped his hands 
behind his head as he flexed his whole body, giving the men below a renewed understanding 
of what “Most Muscular” really meant, at the same time jutting his cock forward and upward
even higher, which gave the Captain an idea.  "Aim for his most sensitive spot.  
Everyone, and I mean everyone, blast his dick!"  One observant soldier offered, "Sir? 
I, uh-h, that is.., um-m-m.., I think that's what he wants."  The Captain purpled 
with rage and barely sputtered out,  "Just DO it!".  And so they did.  And the soldier 
was right.  Tony couldn't tell which was  more enjoyable -- the incredibly strong 
feelings  from the bullets striking his dick, or his own absolutely delightful internal 
struggle to keep from cumming.  His balls kept trying to shoot, and Tony kept using his 
amazing dick muscles to clamp shut his cum-tube and force his already expanding juice 
back down into his nuts.  For a while, his nuts kept pumping even as his muscles kept 
pushing back; Tony felt like he was having a continuous orgasm.  He didn't want either 
sensation ever to stop.  But to the immediate regret of the infantrymen, 
the pilots, the sailors and their leaders, they both did.


       After the ammo was gone and the firing had ceased, there ensued a rather 
long silence.  Tony was still savoring the feelings of the artillery massage 
even as his orgasmic sensations continued.  The soldiers, on the other hand, 
had nothing left to do.  Except perhaps hide.  But at first, they remained 
put, stunned with awe and disbelief at what had just happened.  They had  
used up every bit of ordnance they had, and all they'd gotten for their 
efforts was an obviously very, very happy giant. They were also in awe of 
Tony himself--of Tony's size, his sheer mass, and his inconceivable muscularity. 
While squeezing his cock as hard as he could, Tony was busily flexing every 
muscle on his body simply because it felt so good, engorging every muscle  he 
had into stark relief, and then causing them to bulge and ripple in waves across his body, giving 
the men below the greatest muscle show ever seen on this planet.
 

        But eventually, with the gunfire ended for good, the extended orgasm was 
brought under control, and what had been a sexually-appeased giant turned quickly
into a suddenly scowling, sexually very needy giant.  The men remained silent until 
the giant opened his eyes and looked down at them for several seconds, and 
smiled.  That smile.  It was a bad sign for the men.  "Is that all you've 
got," he chuckled quietly at them?  The men began looking at each other, 
renewed fear showing in their eyes.  "If you are, that's really too bad,  
because I was having such a good time.  But if you're out of ammo, don't 
worry," he said as he once again grabbed hold of his already enormously 
bloated, purple cock, already quivering in its need, and began  purposefully 
and rapidly stroking it, "….because I've got plenty of my own."


       While stroking himself, he slowly looks around from one  group of men to 
the next, pointing his cock at each in turn.  "Hm-m-m, where to aim…, where 
to aim….?  Say, guys, what kind of defenses do you have against this kind of 
weapon?  It's kind of unconventional, " he says, chuckling loudly.


       It finally dawns on some of the men that big trouble is on the way, and 
after slowly backing away at first, there is suddenly a rush to get below 
deck.  Tony had noticed the two places from where the men had all come out 
onto the deck, so with a little quick work with his fist, he easily closed 
off those exits. "Don't leave now; this is where the real fun begins."  He 
lifts his end of the ship up off of his cock and pulls his hips back saying, 
"Time to rev-up the engines, men," after which he pushes the ship down on 
top of his cock as he thrusts his pelvis forward, easily creating a new 
passage for his eager and delighted prick.  After this first violent jolt, 
which again threw everyone to the deck, or overboard in some cases, Tony 
settled down to a quieter, but more devastating form of  serious fucking, 
slowly crushing in the sides of the ship onto his needful and now very 
happy, pre-cum-oozing cock, keeping the main deck pretty still.  Tony loved 
showing off-making sure his arms bulged even more with each squeeze, flexing 
his  pecs ever larger; even his dick kept enlarging with more and more blood. 
  

       The men could do nothing but stare back in awe and bewilderment, mixed 
with increasing amounts of  terror.  Tony had eaten up nearly one hundred 
feet of the ship and was all but ready to cum when he thought, "You know, 
it's a shame to waste all this good food." So he stops fucking, leaving his 
cock stuck prominently high above the deck.  He gives himself a few strokes 
while looking at the men, licking his lips very meaningfully.  "You know, 
my weapon works a lot better if I've had a little protein snack first.  
Anybody care to join me for lunch?"


        Most of the men quickly took his meaning and started moving as far away 
from the giant as possible.  Some decided to take their chances in the water and 
leaped overboard.  Tony saw this, of course, and allowed a dozen or so to 
jump before grabbing hold of the boat and bouncing it a bit as he shoved it 
lightly left and right.  The jumpers were history.  When the remaining men 
looked back at Tony to see what was next, he slowly shook his finger at 
them, saying, "Uh, uh, uh-h-h-h.  Not that  way."  So much for bailing out. And 
so far as the men could tell, that had been their only remaining option. 


 They were right.


     "Hm-m-m..., let's see,  what to do first?" Of course, he could just start
grabbing men with his fingers, but they squished so easily that most people tended to 
be already dead before he dropped them in his mouth, and he really preferred to have 
them alive so he could feel them struggling about trying to get free.  So he used his 
fingers to rip through the deck plate and bend up the steel, creating a 12-foot high 
barrier clear across the deck from one side to the other.  He then ripped off a large 
sheet of metal from the ship's hull and fashioned it into a kind of "dust pan" for 
scooping up people, instead of trash.


       The men had no idea what Tony was up to; they could only watch, wonder,
and wait.  Tony was happily taking his time, getting off flexing his muscles yet
bigger and harder, making certain his dinner guests were appreciating the
view.  He frequently paused to squeeze his cock, sending jets of pre-cum
thirty or forty feet away towards the men. It looked like a truly stupendous
amount of man-juice to the men; they figured  he'd just about emptied
himself out.  They had no idea.


       Finally, Tony was ready.  The men watched him balance the mysterious metal
tool on his cock, reach over to the sides of the ship, squeeze in a little
bit and just.., well.., L-I-F-T!   The giant managed to lift the entire ship
out of the water, supporting one end on his now glaringly purple, gargantuan
cock-so big it hardly noticed the ship's weight, while raising the far end
of the ship up high enough that the deck sloped strongly downward back towards Tony!  
The men were beginning to see the light.  And how they were going to die,
as well.  Some were already tumbling downhill towards the giant, and as soon
as Tony gently shook the ship up and down, the rest quickly followed.  All
of a sudden, five hundred or more beefy, well-trained members of the armed
services were piled up against the high wall of metal that was up against
the thighs of the much larger wall of muscle that was Tony.


       Tony let the ship back down, and for a little while was content to watch 
The men try to recover.  As they began to get disentangled, Tony grabbed his
newly-fashioned people-scooper and began his dinner.   Holding the scooper in
one hand, he used one finger of his other hand to easily push people straight
into the scoop.  He quickly got thirty or forty men into the scoop on his first pass; 
then he lifted it up, tilting it so everyone slid down against a twelve-foot high raised 
lip that kept them from falling off.   Tony enjoyed watching all those bodies squirming 
haplessly about; they kept pushing and shoving one another, but to no purpose-there was 
no where to go.  Seeing all those puny, helpless little wimps crawling pointlessly all over 
each other was a real rush to Tony.  Lost in ecstatic, lusty feelings of power and
total domination, Tony automatically grabbed his cock hard, but almost too hard--his 
nuts tried manfully to pump out some jism, and Tony just barely contained his orgasm.  
"Not yet, fella, not yet."  He let go and said aloud, "O.K., guys. Can't wait to see how good 
you taste. Down the hatch;" and to himself he said, "This oughta be good."  Tony held the 
scoop over his face, tilting it so that the men were funneled down too one corner and out 
through a large gap in the wall. So down they fell--by two's, by three's, and by bunches straight 
onto Tony's enormous waiting tongue.  He stopped when about half had dropped out and simply 
savored, for a minute or two, the sensations of two dozen men trying frantically to save themselves, 
though why they even bothered to expend all that effort, Tony really couldn't say.  Did they 
actually expect to get out?  Soon he gradually pressed his tongue up against the roof of his 
mouth and slowly, slowly squeezed;  the more he squeezed, the harder they battled to get 
away, until......mush!  "Yum-m-m......  Better than chicken," he chuckled to himself.


    The rest he dropped in, waited just a moment, gathered the whole bunch
to the center of his tongue, and after allowing himself a moment to enjoy their
inescapable plight and his total control over their fate, flipped them as a
group back into his throat. Then, with a single "Gulp!" they were on their
way to enhancing Tony's already astounding muscularity.


      He scooped up another group and held them up in front of his face for a
while.  He laughed at how frantically they scrambled about, going nowhere,
and really enjoyed seeing the terror in their faces and hearing them plead
for mercy-at least, he imagined that was why they were screaming at him.
Not feeling one bit sorry for them, he said, "It's not so bad guys, it'll be
quick."  He got real serious-looking and said, "And if you're real lucky,
about this time tomorrow, you'll be shooting out of my dick as fresh cum!"
He immediately burst out laughing, imaging tiny men shooting out of his cock
with all of his cum.  Then, in a flash, all forty or so men found themselves
hurling through space directly towards the back of  Tony's tongue.  In two
quick gulps, they were gone.


     While enjoying his third scoop, one rather muscular soldier bounced off the
giant's lip, and then his chin, before falling another twenty feet or so
onto his enormous upper pec muscle.  He was in no immediate danger of
falling since the shelf of Tony's pecs stuck out a good twenty-five feet
before curving downward toward his nips, and because he was being held in
place by a dense, wiry patch of chest hair, which had also broken his fall.
Tony looked down and chuckled at the sight of the little guy 'trapped' in
his hair; even at six feet and two hundred twenty pounds of well-honed
muscle, when seen tangled in loops of chest hair taller than him,  he was
not a very impressive sight.  Tony decided to play with him.


    "Hey, Mac, you look sorta lost down there.  Let me help you find the way out."  He 
flexed the muscle underneath the guy, tossing him a good three feet up in the air
and about ten feet outwards.  This time he might have kept sliding except
that he managed to grab onto a few hairs at the edge of the "forest" to
prevent his falling. "Oops! -Guess that was too hard, heh, heh.  I don't
know if I can flex any easier, but, hm-m-m, let's try  this."  He started a
series of milder ripples of muscle across his chest, from the outside in,
slowly nudging the doomed soldier toward the center of his chest.  "Just one
more little flex and...Unh!  Ah-h-h, there he goes."


    The little man tumbled into the hairless pectoral valley, but finding no
secure holds on Tony's amazingly hard, taut, smooth-as-silk muscle-skin, he
immediately started sliding down, down, down into Tony's incredibly deep
cleavage, where he got trapped against the breastbone when Tony caught him
by carefully flexing his mountainous man-teats together.  Only his tiny head
was visible above the muscle vice.  The surprised man looked up, and was
totally amazed to see the giant's pec mounds rising up at least twenty-five
feet on either side.  Tony watched him for a minute, and enjoyed seeing how
inconsequential even this beefy soldier was compared with  his incomparably
more massive mounds of chest muscle. 


      "Hey, Little Guy, I haven't tried a good  pec-squeeze in a while; let me show you how it's done.  
See ya...," and so Tony opened his vice a bit, allowing the man to drop down several more feet
 before  being stopped one last time.  He had only a few seconds to
appreciate being totally encased by such spectacular muscles; he couldn't
even breathe for having his face mashed firmly into Tony's pec meat.  He
thought he heard the words, "Time's up!" just before Tony's no-nonsense pec-
flex made him vanish forever with an audible "Pop!" which Tony felt only a little, but which he 
liked hearing, so he plucked two more men from the scoop, and dropped one right in his pec 
valley, expecting him to slide straight down into the space between his flexed and touching pecs, 
but instead he twisted around and tumbled out away from the giant's chest.  Tony relaxed 
his muscles and tried to catch the man between them as he fell.  He did. "Oops! A little hard," he 
chuckled. But there was a cool squirt of blood that Tony enjoyed. "OK. One more." The last guy 
clawed and scraped at Tony's skin but slid straight down and disappeared into the tunnel of muscle.  
He'd barely stopped and looked up when, "Squeeze! Pop!"  Tony used his finger to wipe the goo from his chest,
and licked it off.  "Hm-m-m-m ...; tastes pretty good that way, too."


      Tired of that game, he held the scoop of remaining men up to his face.
"Sorry for the delay, fellas.  I'm ready for ya now," and he swiftly dumped
them onto his waiting tongue, bounced them about for fun before mashing them
into paste and savoring the flavor of freshly killed meat.


    Ready for his next mouthful, he saw that he'd spent so much time fooling
around that most men had gotten back to the far end of the boat.  "Hey,
guys, I'm not done yet.  Come on back!"  So he tipped the huge ship up once
again, and once again the men were all in a heap down by his crotch.  Tony
wasted no more time.  Scoop.  Chew.  Swallow.  Scoop. Squash.  Swallow.
Alternately stroking or squeezing his cock with each course he enjoyed the
screams, crunching sounds, and flavor even more.


    After eight or nine scoops, he'd had enough, leaving a couple of hundred men
still alive on deck.  "O.K., guys, I'm ready to fire my own big gun,"  and with that, 
Tony starts stroking himself in preparation for the big event.  Suddenly, one guy 
appears carrying a very large weapon he'd found-kind of a shoulder
cannon-and runs towards Tony with it. Tony stops his dick-play, puts his
hands on his hips, looking at the tiny but angry soldier, and waits.  He
hears the guy yell something about not liking to see his friends eaten, just
before firing off his heavy-duty weapon.  He managed to hit Tony's dick
front and center a couple of times.  "Good shot, Dude."  Here's your
reward."  He grabs his dick and points it toward the suddenly-terrified
soldier.  "Better start running; this thing's got quite a range."  The
"Dude" took off instantly, but didn't get far before three quick strokes of
Tony's very-primed dick produced a cum-shot with more than adequate range.
Those were the last shots anyone fired that day.  Except for Tony.


     "O.K., guys. This is it!"  Tony stretches his arms out to the sides of the
ship, places his hands on the hull and starts squeezing it in towards and
around his cock. As he squeezes, Tony watches his muscles flexing and
bulging;  every time he crushes more of the ship's thick, sturdy steel
structure onto his cock, more and more blood is forced into his  mammoth
triceps, causing them to undulate so much they seem to be alive; every time
he compresses all that metal into a compact mass around his dick, his
forearm flexors and the veins feeding them become new little mountain
ranges. Tony can't take his eyes off of himself.  Neither, for that matter,
can the men down below.  Who could not watch, with awe, a display of power
such as this?


    He pulls out his cock, compresses the huge mass of metal into a solid chunk
once again, and slowly, sensuously, pushes his dick straight through it,
creating a new passageway.  Between       Tony's squeezing and the friction
from the back and forth movement of his unstoppable cock, the metal warms
up, softens, and before long, it's all gone-melted, or vaporized, or fallen
back into the water.  So Tony reaches, grabs onto the ship, lifts in up, and
in one massive fuck, spears the ship from keel to deck, destroying another
forty feet of ship in the process.  Tony really got into it now.  After
squeezing the next forty feet of deck around his cock, he repeatedly pulled
back and thrust back up through from bottom to top, tearing apart whole
sections of the ship with each and every fuck.  


   Gradually, more and more of the ship was disappearing before the men's eyes.  
Melting steel was blending with even hotter pre-cum, creating massive geysers of 
steam as it all sank into the water below.  Through it all, Tony was grunting his pleasure. 
"Yeah...that's  goood.....sheeeeeiiit that feels so fuckin' gooooooood. OK--C'mon, cock-there's 
nearly fifty feet and I don't know how many tons of carrier in this hunk of metal; let's turn it 
into butter!" He starts pushing up  through the huge, dense, warm mass.  "Yeaaaaaaaahhhh...
ungh....hmmmmmmm.....fuckin.......great...  Now that's some decent resistance. All
right!  Yeah-h-h!!  Hey-it looks like I'm getting' to the engine room.
Lemme work my ....ungh...ungh.....manmeat ...ungh  ... underneath and SLAM!!  Yeah-that 
was it!  Straight up through the deck, too.  Thought this fucker was
supposed to be built strong....ungh..."  Tony continues his fun, thirty to forty
feet of the ship disappearing with every few fucks, followed by several
"quiet" moments as Tony allowed his dick the pleasure of repeatedly pushing
through the compressed, heated, and vaporizing remains of the most recently
crushed section of the ship.  


    The men were being treated to repeated sounds of screaming steel as the enormous 
cock blasted  its way through the deck, ripping the carrier open section by section as the 
giant bucked his hips destructively, his huge arms slowly crushing more and more of the 
ship onto his eager cock.  Probably what unnerved the men most was that throughout
much of the destruction, the giant had his eyes closed, his face a picture
of pure ecstasy. His very audible mutterings didn't help either:  "Oh
yeah...busted clean through the whole damn ship, and....ungh....ungh...ungh...oh
yeah...yeah...yeah....  Fuckin'... feels...so ....fuckin...ungh...unngghhhhhh....hmm-m-m...
gre-a-a-a-t... urrrghh... urrrgh... , hmmmm..., yeah...crushin'....fuckin..., yeah...ungh..,
ungh.., ungh..." It seemed to go on forever.  Some of the men hoped he would
tire of tearing up the ship and leave them alone.  The wiser among them,
however, recognized the event for what it really was: an act of pure, ultra-
cataclysmic sex of an intensity that no man could possibly comprehend.  And
seeing how rapturously lost in passion the giant was, they realized he
wasn't about to stop.


TONY AND THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER - PART 3


The people on shore hoped he would stop, too.  Although Tony's butt was 
above water-line, the strong back and forth movement of the giant's massive 
thighs were enough to produce major storm-sized waves. All the smaller 
private boats were demolished as they were thrown into the wharves or up 
against the buildings lining the beach, while only a few of the largest 
yachts stayed afloat.  By the time Tony's little fuck-fest was over, every 
building around the harbor had been badly flooded, and  most had 
disintegrated under the power of the giant's waves. The large military 
vessels survived pretty well, although even they were pretty badly battered.


Tony held off as long as he could, but finally, after he'd chewed up about 
half the ship-over five hundred feet of it, he blew, with a yell that 
probably deafened the men below, shortly before they were squashed, buried, and 
incinerated by massive amounts of Tony's dense, rock-melting cum.  The first 
several shots did no damage whatsoever;  they went well beyond the far end 
of the ship.  This might have gone on for a while longer but Tony wanted to 
see what was happening, and when he did, he pointed his dick closer to the 
vertical, and the remaining shots were right on target.  The boat would have 
sunk immediately had not Tony realized, just before his orgasm began, that 
the ship had broken away from his cock-Tony having crushed into oblivion all 
the support structure that had been holding it up.  His last act, exhibiting 
great presence of mind before disappearing into sexual nirvana, was to spear 
the ship one last time, providing a new "hook" by which his cock could hold 
onto it. He'd have been very disappointed had the ship sunk;  he wanted to 
get two good fucks out of it-and why not? It was a pretty big ship, and there 
must still be a lot of good-tasting men on board, hiding below the deck, and 
he was really looking forward to dessert.


Tony finally cut off the cum-flood because he wanted to save up for the end. 
He remained very still for several minutes, letting the intensity of his 
feelings ebb away, allowing his breathing to return to normal.  When he finally 
opened this eyes; he noticed two things:  one, there were no more men on 
deck because his cum covered every square foot; and two, even though most of 
his thick juice had flowed off of the deck into the water, the ship was 
still so weighted down by his cum that the far end of the boat was barely 
above the water line.  And in fact, only Tony's dick was keeping the boat 
afloat. So he used his forearms to wipe the still hot, thick, deep layer of 
cum overboard, along with the formless remains of two hundred or so men, 
allowing the boat to be seaworthy once again. More or less.


"Time to see what's below deck.  But first -- gotta make sure this baby doesn't 
sink," he says, chuckling to himself.  The  "hook" Tony's cock had formed 
before his gigantic orgasm had pretty much disintegrated during Tony's 
joyous pumping and thrusting as he came, and sure enough, the ship was 
slowly floating away-and taking on water at the same time.  It was time for 
a new cock-hold. He gives himself a few luxurious strokes, his giant, only 
half-hard dick still slick and semi-swollen from his previous cumming, and 
lightly tickles himself back to full hardness.  After rearing back and 
crouching down a bit to get his dick fully beneath the ship, he spears the 
boat again, for one last time, with one massive, grunting thrust, 
penetrating the whole ship from keel to deck, crushing another fifty feet of 
the ship's length with his hands and arms as he does so.


    "Watch out, below!" - and he starts peeling up the deck plating, ripping up 
strips a hundred feet long at a time.  After peeling up half the deck, he 
realizes there are LOTS of men down there.  In fact, the ship's original 
population was probably close to five thousand men, most of which were still 
alive, in hiding, awaiting Tony's pleasure.  Anticipating a G-R-E-A-T meal, 
and knowing how much he like to pleasure his dick as he ate, he began to 
wrap each additional strip of decking around his dick, squeezing hard-very 
hard, after each addition, heating, softening, and reshaping each piece to 
conform to his dick.  Soon, the deck was gone.  "Time for some serious 
eatin', guys," he  says, staring down at them as he loudly smacks his lips and 
sensuously…, suggestively strokes the now very smooth, very warm, and very slick 
steel ‘condom’ tube up and down over his destroyer-cock.


After quickly closing off a few exits to another, lower level, he starts to 
enjoy his meal.  This time he just grabs rooms-full of men at one time with his 
fingertips, quickly turning most to goo, but at this point, he didn't much care. 
Mainly, he was getting hungry, and they were still tasty. He noticed that although 
some of the men kept running about in search of safety, most realized that there was 
none, and pretty much stayed where they were, watched their friends nearby get 
grabbed up and swallowed as they simply waited their turn.  What could they do, really?  


Tony noticed one room, surprisingly empty, with a large steel box about forty 
feet long meant for holding small missiles for shoulder-launchers.  But the 
missiles were gone; they'd all been used on Tony.  "Hm-m-m, I wonder….?"  
Although firmly bolted to the floor, Tony picked it up without effort, ripping 
up the floor in the process.  Holding it near his face, he flipped open the top 
and, "Well, wha'dya know - already conveniently packaged.  Hey, guys!  Thanks for 
helping me out here."  And with that, he tipped it over, dropping forty or 
fifty guys all at once into his salivating death chamber.  He lingered for a 
while with this bunch, mostly just letting himself feel that many men 
squirming and crawling pointlessly about out of fear and the need to do 
something, now and then wiggling his tongue, causing two or three to tumble 
into this throat.  Eventually, with one great sigh, he pressed the remaining 
men slowly upwards, enjoying the savory juices they produced, his arousal growing 
each time he felt blood squirting out as bodies popped from the tongue’s pressure. 
"Nothing like military muscle," he thought to himself.


Three of the men on this floor, obviously gay, had stripped soon after the 
overhead deck disappeared and madly jacked off watching Tony gobbling up 
their shipmates.  Tony saved them 'til last.  "Special treat, guys." He very 
carefully picked them up and placed them on top of his dick, the metal 
sheath still in place and rising up well overhead.  "It's your last supper, 
guys.  Enjoy!"  The men were quickly knee-deep in the already-flowing 
pre-cum.  They immediately went to town, ravenously slurping up all the 
delicious juice that they could before Tony dictated that the meal was over. 


They were enjoying themselves so much, Tony almost felt sad to bring the 
scene to an end-mostly because the look on their faces was not one of 
terror, but of great satisfaction-sexual satisfaction, at that, which Tony 
took to mean that they really, really liked the taste of his cum, and THAT 
made Tony very happy. But much too quickly (so far as the three men were concerned), 
Tony put his face down close to the men and said, "Supper's over, guys; See ya." And 
just as Tony slid the steel sheath up a bit higher, two of the guys looked quickly up 
at him with satisfied smiles on their faces, just before Tony pressure-sealed it closed 
at the top with a quick pinch.  Tony, feeling very pleased with himself, grabbed and 
flexed his cock, filling the space within the sheath with fresh pre-cum.  He pulled 
off the steel condom and sucked out the fresh juice, plus the bodies of the three men, 
mixed it all together with his tongue, and savored the treat.  "Ya just can’t beat fresh 
meat basted in your own hot cum!  Yum-m-m-m!!"


There was also some gay action on shore.  Mike and Derek were on the top 
floor of the resort hotel there.  They were enjoying a second honeymoon of 
sorts.  They'd been together for several years now but because of the daily 
grind hadn't been spending much quality time together, so they coordinated 
vacations so they could spend one whole week working on their relationship -- not 
to mention their love life.  They hadn't met until they were close to thirty, and 
were both confirmed tops at the time. But their mutual passion developed so quickly, 
and so strongly, that they decided to give the relationship a try.  After ten years 
or so of active topping, they were both keenly aware of value of a good bottom, so 
both of them tried hard to be conscientiously attentive to the needs of his
partner-in either position; they shared their responsibilities, and their pleasures, 
and so their partnership worked, and it worked very well indeed.  The last five 
days had been perhaps the best of their several years together.


The top floor gave them a magnificent view of the entire harbor. But when 
Tony first strolled out into the harbor and hauled back the carrier, Mike 
and Derek were not looking out their windows.  And thanks to the up-beat, 
moderately loud music that they liked to hear during sex play, they didn't 
notice the few screams of panic from outdoors when Tony first walked out to 
sea.  Nor did they notice the distant gunfire of several hundred men trying 
to drive Tony away.  It was about half an hour after their last mutual 
orgasm, during which time they had both fallen lightly asleep wrapped around 
one another, that Mike rose from the bed and chanced to look outside on his 
way to piss.  And what a sight he saw!  Over two hundred feet of obscenely, 
unbelievably, but beautifully carved, bulging muscle, facing away from 
shore, hips moving forward and back in a way that could mean only one thing-Fucking! 
Tony had just begun his assault on the carrier.  Mike couldn't talk.  He yanked Derek 
up from the bed and just pointed.  And what caught their eyes and held them was not the 
width of the lats, not the unbelievable number of  back muscles making it look like a 
Triple-Black-Diamond mogul run in the Swiss Alps, nor the incomprehensibly thick upper 
arms that were so easily crunching the ship into oblivion, nor the traps that threatened 
to block sound waves from reaching his ears, and not even the way the musculature kept 
changing-huge, bulging, ripples of muscle moving back and forth across the 
impossibly wide back, and up, down, and around the staggeringly thick triceps. 
It was none of these.  It was his ass! 


And once they saw it, they simply could not look away; it was, for them, 
the most beautiful sight imaginable. Powerless to look away, they watched 
Tony's glutes alternately spread out towards them, so lean and so developed that 
every muscle fiber was distinctly visible, even from this distance, and then 
crunch tightly back together as he violently thrust his hips forward,
becoming square and very, very hard. As they looked on, mesmerized, 
they both had the same dream-to be big enough to have their cocks lodged 
between those glute muscles-muscles that could squeeze hard enough to weld 
steel plates together, or squeeze giant girders into paper-thin foil.  By 
the time Tony was close to cumming, Mike and Derek were engaged in 
synchronized side-by-side jacking, both thrusting forward exactly in time 
with Tony, as if they were vicariously experiencing Tony's fuck through 
their own dicks.  And when Tony shot, so did they.


    By the time they recovered, Tony was already at work tearing up the deck.  
They looked around and saw the massive destruction caused by the mega-fuck 
induced waves.  The hotel, though wet at the base, was still intact thanks 
to its location on the hillside.  They felt momentarily safe since Tony had 
stopped fucking and making waves, but they couldn't tell what he was doing 
now.  Luckily, they had binoculars along to watch boats and such, so when 
they saw what he WAS doing-namely, munching on the crew, they decided to get the 
Hell out. Since they'd arrived by taxi, they headed out over the hill by 
foot. They would have been safe, for now at least, had they kept on going, 
but Derek wanted to watch.  So the two of them lay down on top of a knoll 
and kept watch on Tony through their binoculars.


    Having now enjoyed sampling about two thousand of the armed forces' finest, 
Tony wondered what remained below. He ripped up the floor he'd just eaten 
from, and found, to his stomach's--and his dick's, great joy, a deck crammed 
with yet another two thousand or so men.  "Man-this ship's as big as a small 
city." Which, basically, it was.  There being nowhere else for the men to go, Tony 
took his time finishing his dinner, playfully teasing with them on his tongue at 
times, instantly mashing them against the roof of his mouth some of the time, or 
swallowing them whole. Or sometimes pressing a handful against the sensitive underside 
of his cock, enjoying their squirming even more there than in his mouth.  He might let 
them twitch about for several minutes, flexing his dick frequently, squeezing them 
gently against his palm without crushing them, before he finally clamped down hard,
enjoying several very satisfying cock-strokes using the best lubricant he knew of.  
Except for his own cum, of course.


By the time he got down to a hundred or so live men, he simply couldn't wait 
any longer - his cock wouldn't let him.  Each time he grabbed up a few men, 
his cock quivered almost violently;  when he dropped them into his mouth, it 
would THROB and spurt out gobs of pre-cum; and when he mashed and swallowed 
that last group, it ached so badly he couldn't say 'no' any longer.  He 
grabbed the sides of the ship and pulled it off of his cock, moved it over a 
bit to find a fresh spot, and ever-so-slowly pushed himself all the way 
through, enjoying each and every sensation as his cock moved foot by foot up 
through the hull and all the deck plates.  Out and back up went his cock; down 
and up, down and up, working its way from side to side across the ship  - the 
pace gradually quickening with time.  Then, bringing both arms around the ship, 
he gradually, lovingly, erotically squeezed about fifty feet of aircraft 
carrier around his grateful cock, compressing it and heating it as his cock 
joyously, and repeatedly, rammed its way up through the now melting mass of 
steel.


Suddenly Tony switched into high gear.  He pulled the ship up against his 
thighs, reared back and started BLASTING his way through the ship, punching 
five or six gaping holes across the next section of the ship, "loosening it 
up" before reaching out and squeezing it all into a huge, dense mass of 
steel to give his still bloating, still hardening cock some REAL resistance.
 

  As each slice of the boat disappeared, Tony's pace picked up.  This was 
not the relatively mild boat-fuck he'd just completed. He wasn't trying 
to destroy the ship then;  he’d wanted to enjoy drenching those soldiers with 
cum, and he knew there were a lot of men down below and was looking forward 
to a hearty post-fuck meal.  But now he was going for broke.  No limits.  No 
holding back.  Section by section, Tony was bucking faster, thrusting 
harder, getting closer and closer to a complete ball-cleansing.


The un-eaten men  had scrunched themselves up into the far end of the ship.  
Each time Tony finished up with one section, they'd see his cock blast 
upwards some fifty feet  closer to them, more and more debris flying up into 
the air as his fucking grew more violent.  A few times they saw whole, though 
badly mangled fighter planes that had been still in storage below deck rocketed 
up into the air by the force of Tony's thrust. They watched helplessly as the ship 
was disappearing before their eyes fifty feet at a time - each new series of thrusts 
bringing the gigantic ramming tool closer and closer to the men,  each thrust jetting 
large pieces of the disintegrating ship at them, crushing several upon landing.


What with Tony's increased fucking intensity, the bucking and fucking of his 
massive thighs and glutes were creating even more havoc on shore than 
before.  Huge waves of near tidal-wave proportions were now pummeling the 
entire shoreline, tossing even the larger boats hundreds of feet inland if 
not turning them into kindling as they smashed violently against one 
another. Even the naval ships that had ridden out the earlier onslaught of 
waves were all but demolished, or flat-out sunk. Every building near the shore 
disappeared under the power of these waves, leaving only a few still 
standing that were set back on a small hill. They wouldn't last long.


The ship was now all but gone as Tony continued his joyous and relentless 
destructo-fuck. It was on the verge of sinking, so the giant reared up into 
a wide stance position, lifting, embracing, the entire carrier with his 
obscenely pumped-up arms with his cock  still embedded to the hilt.  He 
opened his eyes briefly, and noticed  the remaining men, struggling to keep 
away from this cock. Tony wanted something else. "Time to get up close and personal, 
fellas."  He squeezed in the sides, forcing all the men toward the center-line of the 
ship, and then pulled the boat slowly upwards, carefully wrapping the sides around his 
cock, with the men firmly squeezed up against it.  He lets go and just stands there for 
awhile, hundreds of tons of demolished carrier hanging on his cock, enjoying the feeling 
of the men trying uselessly to push their way free. He spent a few minutes flexing 
his cock up and down-his massive, super-rigid pole not even bothered by the weight 
of the metal cock-toy.  He’d hold each flex for several seconds because each flex 
engorged him a little more, so his meat pressed a little harder against the mindlessly 
frantic, puny men trapped against its supremely sensitive underside, pushing Tony into 
ever-higher stages of euphoria. Then he grabs the boat/cock-sleeve and starts moving it 
up and down as he slowly, gently, crushes the metal around his cock, 
enjoying the ear-splitting, high-pitched screeches of  nearly a hundred men 
as they slowly turn to dick-grease for the pleasure of his supremely happy 
cock.


There wasn't much recognizable left of the ship now.  What there was, Tony 
gathered up and added to the huge mass encircling his dick and squeezed 
harder and fucked faster,  and yelled his pleasure louder and louder.  
YEEAAAAAHHH…. YEAAAHHHH… Gettin' closer… YEAAAAAAH…  Here's some more of the 
hull..CRUUUUNNNCH;  …. YEAAAAHHHHH…(CRUUNNNCH)     He fucks faster as he 
grinds his dick this way and that hunting down the last bits of resistant 
steel….hmmmmm…hmmm…alriiiiiiight… hmmm…. gooooood…. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… until finally, 
the once proud carrier -- well, what was left of it, was reduced to a thick, giant 
condom, sealed off at the top.  When Tony finally blew, firmly holding the condom in 
place, he first few cum shots were forced out at the base of his dick, bathing his nuts 
in deliciously super-hot cum, one of Tony’s favorite sensations.  But keeping in mind his 
intentions, he then turned to shore, pointed his dick at the only large building left 
standing--the hotel on the hillside that had escaped Tony's fuck-waves; he used his dick muscles to 
hold back a couple of shots, allowing the internal pressure to build up, 
then let go of his carrier/condom and fired.  The very thick condom, a cylinder 
about thirty feet wide, smashed through the center of the building 
near the base.  The hotel was in the process of collapsing when Tony's next  
weather-balloon-sized ball of cum struck, quickly melting, covering, and 
reshaping the pile of hotel debris as it formed.


    But Tony wasn't about stop until he was depleted.  He just grabbed his cock 
harder, threw his head  back, and continued thrusting, and cumming, and 
grunting, and cumming, and stroking, and cumming, and cumming…, until the 
tanks were empty.  By then, there was nothing to be seen on shore except a 
flood plain of Tony's cum;  nothing else remained.


    Exhausted, he fell to his knees breathing heavily, eyes closed, waiting for 
recovery .


    As soon as his strength began to return, Tony stood up to survey the 
damage.  Scanning the area, he noticed a flash of light coming from the top 
of a low hill.  He coyly kept his head still while looking toward the 
flash-and saw it again.  "Looks like somebody got out.  Too bad for them 
they didn’t keep on going," he chuckled.  At two hundred feet a stride, 
it didn't take Tony long to reach the hilltop and sure enough, there were 
Mike and Derek, uselessly trying to hide from Tony.  As he squatted down to 
pick them up, which brought the tip of his momentarily soft cock down to ground 
level, Mike couldn't help but notice: "Holy Shit! - It’s soft, and it's still 
twice as tall as my house!"


    Tony carried them carefully - and still alive - down to the beach.  He 
stretched out  on the shore, place the two little men down into one of his 
abdominal muscle valleys, his still soft dick lying innocently off to one 
side, propped himself on his elbows and watched. The men were afraid to move, 
so after a bit, when Tony started feeling that good old nut-churning 
sensation, he began stroking his pleasure tool into wakefulness.  As it 
snaked its way toward the center of his abs,  Mike and Derek had to move or 
get crushed, and they barely managed to climb over the huge ridges of abs muscle 
to keep ahead of the tip of Tony's mammoth fuck-meat.  Tony enjoyed the view for 
a little bit - the two little men straddling a muscle ridge, gawking up at the 
cockhead about ten feet overhead --  before taking hold of his cock and giving both 
his abs and his dick a little flex, knocking the men over the ridge and producing a 
surge of pre-cum, which immediately filled the valley holding the two little men.  
They were now quite stuck, only their heads and shoulders sticking above the valley 
of cum.  He chuckled lightly watching them struggle as hard as they could to get out 
of his thick juice, but it was useless effort.  One by one, Tony picked them up, coated 
with his cum, dangled them briefly over his lips, allowing himself the final pleasure of 
hearing their tiny, terrified screams, and then opened up, dropped them in, briefly 
enjoyed their individual flavors, and swallowed.


   Moaning contentedly to himself, Tony slept.

[portamivia]

Tony stories forever belong to the Hall of Fame of muscle fiction.

Unrivaled and utterly perfect to me.

*sighs, wishing for more…

[portamivia]

My favorite was the submarine one… Do you happen to have that as well?!

[BrutalPowerDemon]

On 6/13/2023 at 3:32 AM, portamivia said:

My favorite was the submarine one… Do you happen to have that as well?!

http://www.oocities.org/westhollywood/park/4728/

Tony and The Submarine


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Having disabled the first sub and humiliated its crew, Tony began his 
pursuit of the other sub, the "Brute Strength."  It was moving rapidly 
away from the coast, with a good head start having abandoned it's 
comrades in the first sub, not knowing their fate and not much caring. 
He could hear its engines and began swimming toward it, fully 
confident of catching up shortly, it's nuclear powered propellers no 
match for the power of his muscle.  


The encounter with the first sub was a disappointment - he overpowered 
it so easily he practically yawned.   Killing the MP and the captain 
had only whet his appetite for destruction, and his scruples about 
killing the crew had prevented him from ripping the sub apart then and 
there, which might have given him the workout his muscles craved, it 
being days since he "worked out" with the armored vehicle, managing 
only one good rep before it crumpled under his power.  He had no such 
scruples with the "Brute Strength" however, crewed only by sadistic, 
murderous muscle paramilitaries with many "disappearances" of 
hard-working peasants under their belt.  


As he swam he imagined the pump he could get from a rep or two with a 
nuclear sub, and his speed slowed slightly as his "rudder" began 
causing some resistance.   No matter, he just plowed the water a 
little faster, not even a touch of fatigue, the rush of water across 
his muscles and iron pole adding to the sensuality of his pursuit. 


He loved that they were trying to escape, it really brought out the 
predator in him, the towering feeling of strength and power and 
invincibility driving him on faster and faster.  He hoped the "Brute 
Strength" would live up to its name and give him a stimulating 
challenge, something worthwhile for him to overwhelm, to outmuscle, to 
fuck, to crush, to kill, and destroy…


He was still a few miles behind the sub when he came across a group of 
enormous great white sharks, in a feeding frenzy.  Feeling a little 
mischievous and very hungry (not having eaten anything in over an 
hour) he stopped near the biggest shark of the group.  He splashed  
wildly to imitate a seal in distress, and the enormous shark swam full 
tilt toward its intended meal.  As the primitive eating machine was 
about to reach him at the surface, to swim by taking the traditional 
"test" bite, Tony grabbed its top fin, stopping the enormous fish 
cold.   Straddling it's back with his huge thighs wrapped around its 
body, the animal just under the surface of the water, he let the shark 
struggle wildly for awhile, fighting futilely against the huge weight 
and strength of his tormentor.  Tony's already erect cock was 
hardening even more at the pleasant stimulation the helpless shark was 
giving his balls and thighs as it thrashed and swam for it's life.   
He would have squeezed his thighs together harder, but he wasn't quite 
finished playing with his food yet.


Leaning over, he stretched his enormous arm out in front of the 
enraged and terrified beast, and in desperation it chomped down around 
the top of his bicep, the only part of that monstrous muscle  it could 
get his maw around.  Tony smiled feeling the crunch as the shark teeth 
broke off completely against the muscle, the fish tenaciously holding 
on.  


Growing a little bored at the shark's persistence, and still hungry, 
he started to flex his bicep.  It started to grow and bulge at his 
command, slowly at first.   As the superhuman muscle expanded 
disgustingly, Tony delighted at the sound of the crackling of jaw bone 
and ligaments as the shark's once mighty death-dealing mouth was 
slowly being forced open beyond anything it had been designed for.  In 
agony, the shark thrashed more wildly than ever, and the added muscle 
stimulation and grinding against his balls, the feeling of his 
absolute dominance over the huge beast brought out his mean streak, 
and pushed him to finish the shark off.  With a slight scowl and a 
final hard flex, the shark's head just exploded, blood and bone and 
teeth and brain flying apart. 


As the gore settled in the water, the now non-existent head was 
replaced by his triumphant mega-bicep, glistening in the sunlight, 
huge and harder than titanium.  Happily, the delightfully desperate 
thrashing of the now headless shark became even stronger, driven by 
the primitive nervous system housed in the mighty fish's spine.  The 
musclebeast chuckled and groaned slightly at the pleasure he felt 
dry-humping the dying fish, smirking arrogantly as he felt it sinking 
lower under his massive weight, no longer able to support it.   Soon 
the shark's thrashing weakened, and disappointed it didn't have more 
fight left, Tony flexed his massive thighs, crushing down on what was 
left of the fish, snapping its spine.  Finally, his meal lay still 
beneath him.


His stomach growling, he started ripping huge chunks of flesh and bone 
off the carcass, and chowed down on kilo after kilo of fish until he 
had consumed the entire shark: bones, fins, everything  .  (He had 
always imagined himself something of a gourmet, and preferred his 
sushi very fresh).  After the last biteful, he rubbed his hand 
sensually over his disgustingly bloated belly, loving the feeling of 
warm fullness he felt there, knowing his muscles would soon be 
absorbing the massive quantities of protein they needed to maintain 
their mega strength and density.  He floated on his back for awhile, 
groaning with the pleasure of the kill and a full gut, his huge, brown 
muscles glistening in the tropical sun, his legs and arms spread wide 
in sensual abandon.     Remembering the sub, he stretched - he was 
fueled and ready for a real workout.  Looking down at his huge, white 
shark-filled belly, he flexed his boulder abs slowly, the muscle 
contracting down on the hundreds of kilos of gulped fish, compressing 
the mass under tons of muscle pressure, slowly bringing his granite 
hard six pack back into view.  Patting his now relatively flat but 
muscle-bouldered abs,  he returned to his pursuit of the sub.  


He caught up with his prey in less than an hour.  He could feel the 
whir of its engines through the water.  Sensing it was a about a mile 
ahead and a few hundred feet under, and not having any particular 
reason to bring the sub to the surface, he decided to confront it in 
its own territory, where his ultimate domination and destruction of it 
would be that much more complete and satisfying.   


He stopped swimming and started filling his lungs with air.   The 
water around him became choppy as gale-force winds were kicked up as 
he inhaled.  As he drew in steadily, over several minutes, thousands 
of cubic meters of air were compressed into his mega lungs,  his 
bulging, grinding pecs providing the mountain crushing pressure 
necessary to keep in.  As he reached capacity, or at least enough air 
for him to function comfortably underwater for several hours, he 
relaxed his upper body, satisfied with his exertions.   The enormous 
pressure the air was under in his lungs raised its temperature to 
hundreds of degrees centigrade, which the Tony experienced as a 
pleasant,  sensual  warmth in his mighty chest.  He dove beneath the 
now very churned-up water, and started making his way toward the sub.


As soon as the doomed vessel came into view, it metallic bulk churning 
through the water, he became hornier than hell.  Every muscle twitched 
and flexed and started pumping up, covered in garden hose-size veins, 
his whole body morphing into a mega-erection of rock-hard muscle.   
His dick had never been so hard and huge.   Finally, the workout he 
had craved for so long.  


As he started closing in on what for him was his latest piece of 
exercise equipment, there was a blast of bubbles from the rear of the 
sub - a torpedo had been launched and it was headed his way fast.  
Soon after another was fired.  This crew attacked and asked questions 
later.  He'd do the same, except he wasn't going to be asking any 
questions.


The first torpedo he just grabbed, stopping it cold, loving the 
feeling of it fighting to go on, it's powerful  propeller whirring 
uselessly against his hulking, vein-encrusted, unmoving arm muscle.  
Unfortunately, it was not powerful enough to give him any appreciable 
resistance, so he just held it, bored, until the engine finally died, 
and releasing it, it sank harmlessly into the black depths.  
Determined to get some kind of a workout, even a minor one, he easily 
caught the other torpedo, and even while it struggled frantically 
away, he placed his left hand over the tip, his right over the 
propellor end and began compressing the relatively puny weapon in on 
itself.  The engine gave out almost immediately, the propeller 
grinding harmlessly against his hand, the gears burning out.  Since 
the torpedo was relatively long, and his hands were about parallel 
with his shoulders, his toy was able to put up some initial 
resistance, but when his pecs finally noticed what was going on, 
flexing slightly, the whole thing crumpled in on itself so fast that 
even the explosion was compressed ineffectually between his hands. 


Well, that's that, he thought.  On to the main attraction…


Reaching the hull of the submarine, he was curious to see for himself 
just how strong this thing was built.  He didn't want to destroy it 
too easily -  his workout would be ruined.  Making a fist he slammed 
it down on the top of the hull.  The submarine shuddered noticeably, 
swaying back and forth, it's navigation system destroyed by the love 
tap, but the hull, while dented, hadn't collapsed.  Tony grinned, 
finally something to stand up to his strength, at least long enough to 
get what he wanted.   Grabbing the top of the hull, his fingers 
sinking into the thick steel, he pulled himself- no - he pulled the 
submarine to HIM, wrapping his legs around the hull, being careful, 
despite the eagerness of his muscles, not to apply too much pressure 
yet.  This took stupendous willpower, as his legs pulled his thighs 
and  butt and balls into contact with the cold steel, stimulating him 
no end.


After some satisfying, and not too destructive, grinding of his butt 
and balls into the hull,  it was time to focus on his workout.  


"Looks like a back and shoulders day, with some minor biceps, triceps 
and definitely pecs," he thought happily.  "Should get something out 
of this for my glutes and thighs, too, although they're so strong…"  


Despite the size and reinforced steel of the submarine, he could 
really only expect to get one, possibly two good reps before there'd 
be little left but a crushed and torn and useless hull.  He needed to 
get the most out of that rep.  Closing his eyes in concentration for a 
moment, organizing the workout in his mind, he opened them again and 
started leaning forward, his muscle butt rising slightly off the hull, 
his mighty arms reaching around, stretching as far as he could reach. 
  His arms and shoulders then pulled his torso solidly against the 
hull, and he adjusted his thighs to bring his dick and balls hard into 
the steel.     


As if this wasn't enough to send the musclemonster over the top, he 
could hear sounds inside the submarine, sounds of panic and terror and 
confusion.  "Oh yeah - this is perfect!  I'm not gonna miss a thing!" 
He loved to think of the crew fighting for its life while he used the 
sub to give himself a real nasty pump.  "Oh yeah!….This is going to be 
good….real REAL good."


He could tell there was a lot of activity down below his chest, lots 
of scurrying around.  He figured it must be the engine room.  "How 
about a little fun before I start my workout - a little warm-up."  
Pulling himself even more solidly into the hull, he started slowly 
flexing his mega pecs - his control incredible.  As his pecs began 
their unstoppable swelling, the hull putting up a good fight but 
losing quickly, he could hear the terrified screams of the engine room 
crew.  He smirked as he imagined them looking up as his mighty pecs 
began flexing their way in, crumpling the solid steel ceiling, leaving 
a perfect impression of their massiveness, muscle stacked on muscle, 
his giant erect nipples poking in, stretching and stressing the steel 
to the breaking point.


Feeling he was more than "warmed-up" enough, with a look of deadly 
determination on his rugged, handsome face, he started slowly arching 
his back while gripping the hull in an unyielding embrace.  Bringing 
his shoulders and pecs into action, as well as his glutes, his 
intentions were being made very clear to the submarine and crew.


He groaned as he unleashed more and more power into the pull, hugely 
stimulated by the sub's pesky resistance to his onslaught.  As he 
ramped up, his muscles swelling beyond anything he had ever 
experienced, his dick followed along, growing and hardening into the 
hull.   Suddenly an explosion of bubbles shot out from the Tony's nose 
and mouth as he roared, his head thrown back, his back flexing 
stupendously, and now, effectively.  Throwing all his power into the 
ring, the hull began to bend and collapse as he dragged the front end 
of the sub up with his torso.  Back, back, back, he pulled, his 
shoulders mounding up monstrously, his bloated, veiny, disgustingly 
huge biceps getting into the act, drawing back with even more power.  
His thighs, over eager and overstimulated, started crumpling the hull 
between them, compromising his attempt to maintain the integrity of 
the hull as long as possible.   Miraculously, it held.


He could sense the scurrying and panic of the men inside the sub which 
just spurred him on.  He was slowly bringing half the sub up with him, 
occasionally meeting resistance but then, arching his back and 
roaring, he would feel great CRRRAAACCKKS and explosions as the 
resistance gave in delectably to his strength and the sub continued to 
bend back and up, it's spine near the breaking point.   


As his rippling back reached it's vertical position, he gloated over 
his triumph over the tons of steel.  The pump in his arms and 
shoulders and chest - practically every muscle in his enormous body - 
was fantastic, and he felt stronger than he ever had in his life.  The 
tons of pressure he had brought to bear on his crotch, however, the 
incredible pleasure powered by the weight of an entire sub being 
ground into his dick and balls, caused his hips to buck slowly and 
powerfully and destructively.  Squeezing his mighty arms into the 
hull, his dick started grinding into the steel, busting slowly through 
the steel  and finally RAMMING into the huge engine.  The resistance 
of the mass of metal was much greater and more satisfying than 
anything the steel of the sub's hull could provide.  The engine was 
superheated, too, from being run too fast for too long in the futile 
attempt to outrun the musclegod.   He savored every thrust as he 
slowly but surely ground to engine into a ruin of crushed and torn 
steel.  He could feel the sub listing pathetically to one side, it's 
stabilizing power annihilated by Tony's fucking.  He hoped it would 
hold up long enough for him to climax - he still had a ways to go.   


Very little water was entering the crippled and dying sub as his dick 
continued to expand into the hole he had blasted through the hull, 
sealing it off.  Men were cowering in a corner of the sub, overwhelmed 
by the sounds of the crushing and grinding of the hull and the 
spectacle of the giant cock destroying everything in its path, ramming 
again and again, the blasts deafening everyone on board.  Growling and 
grunting, Tony had never felt so much power and strength coursing 
through every inch of his mighty and still expanding, monstrously 
muscled body.  He was an invincible god of destruction, and nothing on 
earth could  stop him.   And as his mighty, instinct driven hips 
thrust rhythmically, slamming mercilessly into the crumbling sub, mega 
pleasure coursing through every vein, he looked down and ROARED as he 
imagined the Earth instead of the sub between his thighs, slowly 
crushing the entire planet between them, his cock busting through to 
the super heated magma, every god-like muscle flexing hugely, sucking 
the gravity out of the dying planet to feed his body with more and 
more power and strength, the puny planet crumbling, collapsing under 
his slamming, crushing assault, until he absorbed it all, until 
nothing was left but his strength, his power, his muscle, his 
fucking…. fucking… 


It was too much, and after a few massive, steel ripping finishing 
thrusts, his cock slowed ominously for a moment, the head flexing 
hugely - busting open what was left of the engine - and then 
everything inside the sub went white as a Saturn rocket blast of cum 
exploded out.  The helpless sub filled up quickly - screaming, 
drowning, dying men everywhere, tidal waves of  mega-cum crushing 
their bodies under unimaginable pressure.  Full of his muscle jism, 
the pressure continued building, as more and more was pumped into the 
hull from his mighty super-pressurized balls.  Groaning and squeezing 
in with his pumped, bloated, unstoppable thighs, his hips bucking 
destructively, Tony noticed stress cracks starting to form and the 
hull begin to swell like an inflating balloon. Grinning, he increased 
his pounding, his ecstasy clouding his vision., his lust making him 
unstoppable and  mean.  Finally the relatively fragile hull could take 
no more and exploded, huge chunks of destroyed submarine, crushed 
human bodies and great clouds of cum billowing up through the water, 
roiling the surface.  


The monster smirked with satisfaction at his workout/fuckfest, idling 
grabbing huge pieces of steel hull and crushing or tearing  them 
apart.  The pump was fantastic.  He flexed and moaned at the pleasure 
pumping through every part of the mountain of muscle he had become.  


Too bad about his workout partner, but there were plenty more where 
this one came from, and he was already lusting for his his next 
encounter.   Tony swam to the surface and  noticed a destroyer in the 
distance, probably alerted by a distress call from the sub.  This was 
his lucky day, he thought, stroking his already fully recovered cock. 
Feeling it hardening, he started swimming lazily toward his new prey.

[portamivia]

Never mind, here it is: https://archive.musclegrowth.net/threads/7959-p1.html

[BrutalPowerDemon]

On 6/14/2023 at 11:48 PM, portamivia said:

Never mind, here it is: https://archive.musclegrowth.net/threads/7959-p1.html

Cool. Posted for you in response, but post hidden for review(?)

[GINGERSUPERMAN]

Does Tony have an origin story?