m/m Never Underestimate Muscles

[londonboy]

I reached over and dug my thick, strong fingers slowly into the concrete – making sure the sound was loud enough to frighten the group of guys standing in front of me.  They watched – amazed, scared shitless, and I’m sure a little turned on – as I forced my hands down into the cement at the base of the three story building beside me.  I was standing at the corner of the structure – having caught them in a dead-end alley.  They had run like hell after I picked up an SUV and tossed it into the air out of sight and then easily caught it when it came barreling back to earth.  I loved it best when other guys provoked a fight – thinking my muscles were just for show.  The thrill also came from shocking the crap out of cocky guys who figured they were going to dispose of me easily.  And when it was a group of five or more – like tonight – well; that just got me more excited.  The sound of a building being ripped apart can be pretty intense – who would’ve known.  I watched, along with my captive foes, as cracks shot up the side of the building far above where my hands were doing their destruction.  Suddenly, a humongous chunk of the building – concrete, girders, sheetrock and more came ripping away in my hands.  I was easily lifting a massive corner of a building.

 

“Fuck, I’d say this is a good two tons or more, fellas.  Look how easy it is for me to hold this giant chunk of concrete and steel above my head.  Here, catch!”

 

I acted like I was going to toss the entire slab of an abandoned warehouse in their direction.  The five of them screamed loudly, crouched down, and covered their heads.  I threw the heavy thing up in the air slightly and then caught it again, laughing hard at their reaction.

 

“Scared the shit out of you boys, didn’t I?  Oh, you certainly decided to pick on the wrong dude, tonight, guys.  Maybe I should just set this pile of debris on your bodies slowly – just to hear the sound of you being crushed by the weight.  Yeah, that might be fun.  Almost as much fun as watching you five run away at full speed and I simply had to skip a little to catch up with you.  You should have seen the looks on your faces when you noticed I was standing in front of you.  I could have gotten here so much sooner than you that I could have ordered and finished a pizza by the time you arrived.  But we’ll save that for another time.  Right now, let’s have some fun with this chunk of building.  How about a little rock and sand shower, fellas?”

 

I, again, tossed the heap of demolished warehouse into the air and then swung my super strong arm upward, punching the chunk of concrete and steel with my powerful fist.  Instantly the entire thing shattered into millions of tiny piece of rock, steel, and sand – showering all of us with something that felt like a rain.  I was impressed with my own abilities – and then I noticed that each guy was cowering with their eyes shut.  As they felt the dust like debris hitting them they opened their eyes and were immediately amazed at what I had done. 

 

“Hey, big dude, we’re really sorry we bothered you.  Why don’t you just let us go?”

 

It was the leader of the troop speaking.  He had been the one that had requested I hand over my wallet and watch when they had first approached me.  I had simply said no and he had told me that my answer was incorrect and that I would be sorry for it.  I could hear the fear in his voice now, though, as he pleaded with me for their release.  He was trying to act all butch for his little gang, but it was clear to me that I scared the bee-Jesus out of him. 

 

“Let you go.  Why would I do that?  Did you even give me an option when you demanded I hand over to you my personal belongings?  Did it even cross your mind to be gentle with me when your thugs here smacked me on the head with wine bottles and beat me with lead pipes?  Granted, the bottles shattered and the bars were bent senseless against my body - but you didn’t know that when you attacked, now did you?  No, little pathetic men, I’m not going to let you go.  I’ll tell you right now that I’m not going to kill you – well, unless it happens by accident, sometimes I don’t know my own strength – but I am going to have a lot of fun with each and every one of you.  Your little attempted mugging has given me permission to use your little bodies as my playthings.  I am so in the mood for scaring the shit out of some supposed macho dudes and you fit the bill perfectly.  You’re all in such deep trouble and you don’t even know it.  There’s no limit to the things I can come up with to wreck havoc on all of you.  You see, little men, I’m stronger than Superman – and he’s a fictional character – I could beat his ass easily.  If I took a deep breath and exhaled I could blow the five of you through that building and easily send you through five blocks of buildings, but that’s not my style.  I like it nice and slow – to see how freaked out each of you get.”

 

It was wild how quickly each man grasped that I could do all the things I said.  I could smell the fear permeating from each of them.  I know it sounds cruel and some people would want me to lose somehow, but those people didn’t realize how these five had terrorized the neighborhood for a long while.  I had watched and learned.  I knew everything about them.  They didn’t care who they hurt – elderly women, young kids, but their favorite targets were gay guys.  I’m sure some therapist would have had a field day as to why they acted this way, but it didn’t matter at the time.  It was just the moment when they needed to learn a lesson.  They were going to jail, of course, but not before I had a lot of fun with each of them first. 

 

“Listen, big man, how much money do you want to let us go.  I can get you anything you want.  I’ve got about ten thousand on me right now.  Just name your price.”

 

“Money?  You just don’t get it do you, asshole?  I could rip a fucking ATM out of the wall and then easily pull it in two to get any amount of money I cared to have, but that’s not what I want.  You can’t buy me, dude.  I just want to play with you and your little gang until I’ve satisfied my muscle itch.  Tearing out a chunk of building is pretty easy for me, man.  That was like a little appetizer and I’m hoping to have a few more appetizers before I go home.  Here, let me again show you what I mean.”

 

I placed one of my big hands on the side of a large metal dumpster near us.  I then started pressing in.  Because of the width of my hand and the power in my arm the entire side of the metal frame started caving in.  It was like I was shoving in a flimsy cardboard box.  The huge dumpster basically gave me no resistance.  I compacted the thing into something as narrow as ironing board – the piece of junk barely standing upright on its wheels.  The screeching of metal was glorious to hear – causing all of the men to get even more frightened, which had been my goal. 

 

“Little dude, I just smashed a dumpster into something as thin as your scrawny body.   Damn, that felt good.  Did you hear how that metal screamed as I crushed the shit out of it?  Imagine the noise you’d make if I did that to your chest.  Look at my big paw print in the middle of that piece of junk.  I guess you guys have picked up that I’m a super man that doesn’t have any inner turmoil about my incredible strength.  Nope, no conflicted self-esteem here, fellas.  I love being freakishly powerful.  As a matter of fact it excites me to no end to show off my superior abilities.  Watching you guys nearly pass out from seeing me do amazing things is like really good foreplay.  Demolishing a dumpster is really cool and everything, but it’s when I use my strength against guys that think they’re tough, but they’re really just pathetic weaklings, that I get most excited.  Here, let’s do a little bowling without a ball.”

 

My big fist flew into the air and then came pummeling down into the ground with tremendous force.  As soon as my fingers connected with the asphalt below the entire block shook ferociously.  Giant cracks zig-zagged all over the area and all five guys instantly fell to the ground.  Everything rumbled for a good forty-five seconds and the small guys couldn’t keep their balance for anything.  I noticed my fist was sunk about a foot into the alley floor. 

 

“What’s the matter fellas, a little muscle man tremor made you fall down and go boom?  Damn, that’s still super fun to do.  I wonder if I could actually make a few buildings fall down if I hit even harder.  That would be awesome.  Maybe I could make that big wall behind crumble down on top of you.  Would you like to see that, little men?”

 

I knew I was being obnoxious, but I couldn’t help it.  I was too jacked-up by my own strength.  This happened every now and then – I just needed a night of going crazy with my power and talking smack with some cocky thugs.  Wrapping thick metal bars around their bodies, tossing them to the top of streetlights, crushing the roof of their car down so they were pinned inside and stuff like that just seemed to give me a muscle fix for a few weeks.  Watching them turn all bug-eyed when I did something super spectacular, which was actually something really simple for me, was just too much fun to pass up.  Their legs right now didn’t know whether the ground was still shaking from my powerful punch or from their fear.  It was like when you got off a boat and still felt the ocean motion for a few hours.  They were all standing again, but they were a-wobbling.  There was just something about watching the fear level in them rise that got me so turned on.  I knew I could take on a thousand men and still only use a fraction of my strength, but having a small group like this made it easier for me to enjoy their reactions.  I could sense how panicked they were becoming and that only fueled me on even more. 

 

“Who wants to be twisted like a corkscrew, fellas?  Come on, don’t be shy.  I’d like to grab one of you by the feet and head and just start wringing you out like a wet dishcloth.  What?  No takers.  Okay, we’ll just have to find something else to do.  How about a little batting practice?”

 

I walked over and grabbed a discarded ancient radiator that was leaning against a wall in the alley.  I casually started compressing the thing in on itself as I walked back, not even realizing I was squeezing the shit out of thick heavy metal.  I just needed something to make a ball out of and it was the closest thing.  It took me no time at all to demolish the steel contraption and re-shape it into a round mass of junk.  Again, the sound of something so indestructible being easily manhandled made the alleyway reverberate with screeching noises mixed in with gasps from the puny onlookers.  It barely registered that I was doing something powerful – I was too busy looking for a bat.  I finally noticed a thick water pipe running along the outside one of the buildings about twenty feet above on the wall.  I easily jumped up, grabbed the metal tubing and wrenched it from the wall, snapping a big piece of it off as I came back down to earth.  My hand had merely squished one end and ripped it apart – as if it were just a stick of licorice.  I then yanked the other end from where it was bolted into another pipe – as easily as pulling a Kleenex from box.  My ‘bat’ was about ten feet long and as thick as a big man’s thigh.  The radiator was now the size of a bowling ball and I made it look as light as a feather as I tossed it up and down on my big palm.  Setting up my little muscle-made ball game had taken about two minutes and the small crowd in front of me was frozen in awe.  Shit, I loved it when grown men were so stunned that they couldn’t move – barely even able to take a breath.  The leader of the group somehow was still able to speak.

 

“You must be from the devil.”

 

“Or maybe I’m an angel.  Either way, I’m strong as hell.  I’d duck if I were you, little fellas.  I’m about to hit a homerun.”

 

I gave them little warning, but they could clearly see what I intended to do.  They all hit the ground faster than a speeding bullet.  Each of them, however, did not take their eyes off of me.  I tossed the compacted radiator into the air and swung the big pipe back a little.  With most of my strength I brought the steel tube barreling forward and when it connected with the dropping radiator there was a boom that sounded like a small explosion.  Immediately the superman-made ball rocketed forward and took a huge chunk out of the wall behind the men.  It continued to shoot through multiple walls of the building across from me, shot out the other side, and then powered through three or four other structures in its way.  It was too dark to actually see how far the thing travelled, but I had a feeling it was lodged in something about ten blocks away.  My muscles were on fire with pleasure.  I loved how powerful I looked from such a simple action.  I had knocked holes through maybe a hundred walls with just one strong whack from my big arms.  I desperately needed to intimidate the cowering men a little more.  I reached up, grabbed the front of my shirt, and ripped it off my body with one solid yank.  The sucking in of air and gasps from my captured group pleased me to no end.  I decided to up the ante a little more and I forced my body to start sweating.  I hadn’t exerted enough energy to perspire, but I knew I could simply will big beads of salty water to break out all over my arms and chest.  I figured it would enhance the beauty for my forced followers.  They deserved to see my bulging muscles shining in the soft glare of the streetlights.  The reaction on their faces was priceless.  They seemed to finally grasp just how powerful I was, now that they were able to see all of my enormous hard mounds clearly.  As they each stood back up I saw a mixture of lust and fear – just the kind of look that got my motor running.  I decided it was time to toy with them directly – something that always thrilled me even more. 

 

“Hey Mr. Leader-Man, I think I’ll give you a ringside seat for a little action.  We’ll save you for later on.  You’ll enjoy the show from the nosebleed section as I take care of the rest of your gang.”

 

I held the metal pipe over my head an easily bent it into a ‘u’ shape.  I then caught the group’s leader in the curved part of the thing and pulled him towards me.  I spun the bent tube around him so the two ends were pointing out beyond his back.  I then twisted the two ends together – capturing his arms against his body and tightening it so much that he was trapped securely.  I left him room to breathe, but there was no way he was escaping until I untwisted the thing.  He cried out a little when I lifted him off the round and put the twisted ends of the pipe against a wall.  I pushed in and loved how the pipe just shoved its way into concrete.  I basically created a giant eyehook and slammed the guy about eight feet off the ground – so he could watch what was coming next.

 

“Shit, little dude, it’s going to take some heavy machinery to finally get you out of my little contraption.  It was nothing for me to wrap that big pipe around your body and then slam you into the wall.  You’re like a little alley decoration.  I think, later on, I’ll do the same with all of your little gang – just to freak the police out when they come.  They’ll have no idea what could have put all of you in this fun little prison and they’ll never believe it when you say it was some guy.  Damn, look at what my power can do – your legs are just dangling way above the ground and you can’t move at all.  Oh, I’m good . . . real good.  Now for some real fun.  Hey, leader man, choose one of your little minions here to come over and punch me in the face.  I want to show you what true power is.”

 

Every man seemed to immediately cower – each hoping to disappear into the wall behind him.  Even the ringleader was unusually quiet.  I waited patiently, forcing myself to sweat a little more and tensing all of my muscles just to help the intimidation factor to increase.  The silence seemed to frighten everyone even more.  I loved how I could scare smaller men without even doing a fucking thing.  It was clear they all now knew what my muscles could do.  They had underestimated me and that’s exactly what I had wanted.  Now they feared me more than anything – god, what a rush that was.  I glared at the men and finally let my gaze shift upward to the boss-man hanging defenseless from the wall.  He looked petrified.  I growled when I spoke – just to jack up the intensity even more.

 

“Choose one of them, little man!”

 

“Zeke, take your best shot.”

 

I smiled.  The leader had spoken and a rather large guy stepped sheepishly forward.  I was surprised I hadn’t noticed him before.  He was actually a big dude.  It was going to be fun not feeling his punch at all.  I felt a little sorry for the pain m chin was going to cause his hand.  He came a little closer and I loved how powerful his forearms looked.  Damn, it was going to be awesome overpowering this dude.  Zeke rolled up his sleeve a little and then pulled his arm back.

 

Suddenly, my body was flying through the air and I was knocking down walls as I traveled through seven consecutive buildings landing a couple of blocks away.  It took me a second to register what had happened.  My cock shot instantly hard and I actually felt a little pain in my chin.  I sat up and glanced back through the holes in the walls between Zeke and me.  I saw the big man smiling from afar and realized the dude must be strong like me.  This excited and challenged me at the same time.  I shook the debris off of my sweaty body and thought, “Fuck, this is going to be great!”  I leapt off the ground and zoomed toward the big man, rocketing back through the holes my huge body had made.  Zeke, however, had anticipated this and had grabbed the end of the dumpster I had crushed.  He swung hard as soon as I got within hitting range and he sent my body flying into the air.  I felt like a baseball being hit out of the ballpark.  I landed with a thud about a half a mile away – tearing up a large chunk of the ground when I landed.  The pain was minimal and it was also intoxicating.  Since I had never met anyone that could even dream of challenging me it was thrilling to realize I was going to be able to let go with all of my power on this guy.  I could feel my juices hitting their boiling point just from the anticipation of fighting someone as strong as me.  God, I was pretty sure I was going to explode way before the fight was over.  Super-power fighting was going to be better than sex – I just knew it. 

 

I easily leapt back to the alleyway, just in time to see Zeke lowering the ringleader from the wall and easily unbending the mangled pipe I had wrapped around the guy.  The sight of him undoing my handiwork made me very happy.  Everyone felt the ground shake when I landed.  I think they were also pretty impressed with the crater I created in the asphalt.  There was a moment of mutual appreciation between Zeke and me.  I knew he was feeling all the same emotions and desires as I was – but he was also a foe. 

 

“Surprised the shit out of you, didn’t we big man?” said the ringleader.  “You see, all of this wasn’t by accident.  We’ve been watching your handiwork for months – just biding our time for when we could get you alone and have Zeke, here, teach you a lesson.  He did a good job of hiding his super powers, didn’t he?  Zeke’s a strong boy, but sometimes he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed – kind of like you musclehead.  If you had been on the top of your game you might have anticipated our little plan, but you just like showing off too much.  It is going to be fun watching you suffer, dude.  Earthquake, Zeke!”

 

The big man copied my action from earlier and punched the ground as hard as he could.  I immediately fell to my knees because of the shaking.  The wall of the building behind me crumbled down on top of me.  It wasn’t like the huge chunks of concrete and steel hurt me in any way, but it was kind of obnoxious to be buried in the rubble.  The magnitude of the shock gave me an unanticipated thrill.  I loved the fact that big Zeke could do that.  Man, it was awesome knowing there was another guy like me.  I had been careful all my life – always being told stuff like “You can’t play hard, you’ll hurt the other boys,” or “Don’t use so much strength when you shake hands - you tend to break bones.”  I got the distinct feeling that I had met someone who could take the brunt of my full power – and that thought excited me beyond my wildest dreams.  It had never crossed my mind that I would have a capable adversary, so I just always filled my playtime by showing off my strength with smaller and weaker men.  The idea that Zeke was going to be able to match me muscle for muscle made my heart and my cock swell.  I used my powerful legs to blast from the pile of destroyed wall and pummeled into Zeke’s chest with both of my fists.  It seemed like the dude had actually thought the debris would keep me down and I caught him off guard.  I sent his body flying – easily taking out two light poles and a US mailbox down street on the corner.  I also heard the air get knocked out of him.  When he stood up I could see that he was smiling at me.   This was thrilling him, too.  There was a small Volkswagen Bug parked on the side of the road at the end of the alley and he easily hoisted the thing in the air and sent it flying at me with so much speed I barely had time to jump out of the way.  With a loud bang the thing got lodged in the thick concrete wall behind me – about six feet off the ground. 

 

I got goose bumps all over my body when I looked at the destroyed vehicle sticking out from the building.  Zeke definitely had some power in him – maybe even strength that rivaled mine.  I thought about him making pretzels out of steel girders, punching busses so hard that they slid miles down the highway, crushing big boulders between his forearm and biceps, and stuff like that.  I was so energized by our little confrontation I didn’t realize how much he was turning me on.  Suddenly the big guy was in front of me, but I had anticipated his move and had already dug my hand into the bottom of the Volkswagen.  With one huge tug I yanked the vehicle from the wall and arched it in the air as I swung my arm.  I brought the roof of the car down on Zeke’s head and watched – thrilled beyond belief – as his body stayed stiff and tall – easily bursting through the top and bottom of the car.  The guy’s frame literally poked a hole through the tiny Bug like it was a piece of paper.  I used so much force that the car was flattened as soon as it hit the pavement, but Zeke still stood in his place – his hair maybe got messed up a little, but that was all.  Ripping through the vehicle had also caused his shirt to be torn from his body.  I felt myself immediately start to leak a little pre-cum when I gazed at the man’s unclothed muscular torso.  We were so alike in our hugeness.  The dude’s body was bulging in all the same places.  And the big smile across his face was so familiar – it was just like the one that would bust out across my own mug when I would do something powerful.  We were like twins separated at birth.  We also clearly understood each other in a way that no one else could possibly comprehend. 

 

Suddenly the big man was right in front of me and his huge arms wrapped around my arms and torso in a crushing bear hug.  I was able to get my own arms around his thick mid-section and started squeezing at the same time.  We were two giants engaged in a power grip-off, knowing full well that neither of us could win.  As I squeezed the dude with all my might I was overcome with admiration.

 

“I’ve never met a man as strong as me, Zeke.”

 

“I was thinking the same thing.”

 

“I can usually crush a four foot thick concrete pillar with less pressure than I’m using on you now.”

 

“And I usually snap oak trees in two with lighter squeezes.”

 

“Speaking of oak trees, Zeke, it feels like something that big is turning hard between your powerful thighs.”

 

“It only matches that third leg of yours that’s bulging against my crotch, big man.”

 

“I’m so fucking turned on by your strength, dude.”

 

“I’ve been raging hard ever since you ripped out that huge chunk of building earlier.  That was awesome.”

 

“Imagine us tearing down an entire city block just from foreplay, Zeke.”

 

“Oh shit, man, you gotta shut up or I’m going to explode.”

 

I brought my face into his and we kissed like two savage beasts tearing into one another.  We were still squeezing the crap out of each other, but now it was just loving, super-strong hugs.  I had never been kissed like that before – so manly and so powerful.  If I had smashed my face into some little guy with that much force I would have crushed every bone, but it felt like a strong tickle to Zeke.  Our stubbly beards rubbed together like thick sandpaper and that turned me on even more.  The ringleader, however, was not amused.  He was standing nearby with the other guys and it was clear he was disgusted.  As he spoke we didn’t stop kissing. 

 

“Zeke, stop it right now!  What are you doing – going soft on me?  Has this asshole converted you or something?  Seriously, dude, stop sucking face right now.  You disgust the…”

 

The asshole didn’t get to finish the sentence.  Zeke, without any warning, backhanded the dude and his other cronies with enough force to send them flying into the brick wall a few feet away.  My big make-out partner didn’t use enough force to hurt the guys too much, he just wanted to make sure they all went nighty-night and he succeeded.  They slammed up against wall, stayed stuck there for a few seconds from the might behind the blow, and then slid down to the ground – out cold.  I watched out of the corner of my eye – mainly because it turned me on so much.  I noticed Zeke was doing the same thing.  Our kiss intensified once the little men were just a pile of unconscious bodies on the ground.  I pulled my face back from his.

 

“Impressive.”

 

“I did it to please you.”

 

“And to shut him up.”

 

“Well, that too.”

 

“What should we do with them?”

 

“I have an idea.  Go get something heavy.  Let’s put the trash where it belongs.”

 

I immediately knew what he planned on doing.  I walked up the alley to the main road while Zeke easily gathered the four knocked-out bodies in his strong arms and started heading over to a dumpster that hadn’t been demolished by me.  He tossed the four dudes in with the trash and then pulled the top down with a loud bang.  When he turned around he smiled, because I was walking up with a Ford Explorer hefted over my head with just one arm.  I loved how the feat impressed him.

 

“Much better than a Volkswagen.”

 

“Heavier, that’s for sure.  Still, I loved seeing your body burst through the car like it was nothing.”

 

“Anything to make you happy, big man.”

 

I felt a jolt of power shoot to my crotch from his comment.  I was like a schoolgirl with a new crush.  I placed the huge SUV on top of the dumpster, making sure the tires wedged the thing on so it wouldn’t slide off.  Zeke actually pushed on the tires and made the axle bend in – just to make the fit even tighter.  I followed suit with the front tires while he did the other rear one.  When we were done he thought it would be fun to explain.

 

“This way, it will take longer for the rescuers to get the car off.  Just knowing that gives me a little more pleasure.

 

“Nice.  Speaking of pleasure, I think I’d like to take out a couple of walls with a super ejaculation.  How about you?”

 

“I thought you’d never ask.  I think it’d be fun to blast away the roof and walls of this abandoned warehouse.  You game?”

 

“Lead on, monster Zeke, lead on.”

[portamivia]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyesss! Thanks, old friend. Loved it!

[MrMuscleLover]

That was amazing. The descriptions of strength you wrote were very hot and I really enjoyed the story. 

[Shade]

Absolutely my cup of tea. My only complaint was that it was too short.

[Scriptboy]

Love the strength scenes! So intense!

[iceman751]

Wow! I loved this story LB! Completely up my alley, I knew there was something missing in the new MGForum and this is it, a super duper strength story! A story about two guys that are so strong that cars, trucks, buses, buildings, and just every single other thing on Earth are nothing but their playthings, I agree with Shade, there's only one thing to complain about, this should've been a lot longer, more muscle description, more feats of strength, more talking about feats of super strength that they would do to turn the other one on. Excellent writing once again, outside of Chip Masterson maybe, no one writes super strength male muscle fiction better! 

[NerdJock]

Awesome as always London!!!

[wolfpunk]

This is one of my favorite stories so far. But I don't understand the Zeke character. If he was strong too, why did he pretend not to be, cowering and all? 

[londonboy]

This is one of my favorite stories so far. But I don't understand the Zeke character. If he was strong too, why did he pretend not to be, cowering and all? 

Maybe what I was thinking in my head didn't transfer to the computer.  I saw the "gang" planning to capture the main character and Zeke was just following what the leader told him to do.  During the fight, however, he decided it would be a lot more fun to be rid of the gang and go with this new guy.  Hope that makes sense, but if it doesn't - remember, it's just a fantasy.  Thanks so much for reading it, too.  

[GAMuscleFan]

Fantastic story - didn't expect Zeke to come into this, but wow - the character development was great.  Hoping for a next chapter...