super-strength Machu Man - Part 2 Learning More

[ragmangsm]

Please accept my apologies for the long delay.  Thanks for your encouragement and kind words.

 Here is a new chapter.  As usual, I thrive on feedback.  Enjoy.

-ragman

 

 

 

 

 

Machu Man - Part 2 Learning More

 

I sat on the couch in my newly-rented townhouse with Mason sitting before me. What a never-before experience. This teen Adonis, whom I called Mason, had just performed the most breath-taking muscle dance I had ever seen. No one had ever seen. You see, Mason, materialized out of a small earthen bottle that I had found on my recent trip to Machu Picchu.

 

For the past days we were learning about each other. More exactly, he was learning the ways of modern living, I was learning about his seemingly unlimited strength and muscle control.

 

Mason put some of my clothes back on and sat back down beside me. “We need to go shopping tomorrow for some clothes for you, Mason,” I noted. “I think I might be able to afford an outfit or two, on my credit card.”

 

“Thank you for your generosity, Mike. But, there must be a way these muscles can acquire some money for us,” he said flexing his chest until it hit his chin. “I can do anything, you know.”

 

Flexes and statements like that made me pulse with a rush of arousal. I tried to contain myself.

 

“In the past my masters would wager on my strength. They would challenge their opponent to imagine a feat of muscle strength and power that I could not do. Of course, they lost every time and my masters would take all their money. Are there fools in this age who would attempt to test my strength?” asked Mason with a glint in his eye.

 

The prospect of making money on muscle wagers was too exciting.

 

Mason continued, “Or I can make valuable gemstones by squeezing different rocks between my hands until they become rubies or emeralds or diamonds. You could sell them for some money.”

 

My head was spinning with the visions of what Mason could do with his muscles, and how we might go about it. “We would need to be cautious about triggering too much attention to you. How would we explain your feats to the public? How would we explain you?”

 

Mason was quick to grasp the problem. “What if we were just a part of the crowd at a place where people were betting anyway, like a casino? Don’t they have a game with a ball and wheel where you bet on which slot the ball falls into?”

 

“I think you mean roulette,” I replied like a teacher.

 

“Exactly,” echoed Mason, remembering it from his cyber-education. “Well, you already know how I can manipulate a baseball with the puff of my breath from the bleachers. I bet I can blow the roulette ball onto whatever number you want me to.”

 

“Huh,” I pondered. “We could probably make a couple of thousand without causing much notice. I think you may have hit on something here, Mason,” I smiled and gave him a high-five. “Let’s go win you some clothes money.”

 

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It didn’t take long to drive to the casino. I bought a $100 of chips using my debit card, and before long we were standing around the roulette wheel observing the game. Mason seemed to analyze the wheel and ball with intensity for a few moments before he spoke.

 

“I’m ready,” he said with authority. “Daddy needs some new clothes.”

 

It took me a second to realize Mason was trying to be humorous, as I had asked. I chuckled appropriately.

 

I squeezed into a spot that finally opened up near the wheel, with Mason standing behind me. I thought I’d start slowly so I put $5 on Black. Mason whispered in my ear, “Put $10 on ‘2’ for the two of us.” So I did.

 

The ball was placed in the spinning wheel and given a spin in the opposite direction. Around and around it went until I felt a slight twitch from the chest of Mason who was pressed into my back with the crowd. I noticed the steel ball slightly change directions and a second later it bounced around the wheel and settled on ‘2’.

 

I reacted with a pumped fist and a grunt, before I collected myself, so as not to make a scene, and collected a pile of chips for the win.

 

“There are six letters in ‘friend’,” I heard Mason whisper in my ear.

 

Without hesitation I moved the pile of chips to ‘6’, and waited for the next spin. With Mason-muscle magic the ball dropped onto ‘6’ and I dropped back into the arms of Mason who caught me.

 

“One more should be enough for now,” he whispered, as the stack of chips grew greatly. “Why not place it on ‘26’, for two friends?”

 

With a smile I moved the entire stack of chips to ‘26’ and waited for Mason to blow another winner. The winning call got a raised eyebrow from the pit boss as my stack of chips multiplied.

 

“Better quit while I’m ahead,” I pronounced and gathered my chips for redemption at the window. The total was more than $4500. “This will buy you some nice looks, Mason.”

 

“I want to look good for you, Mike. I want you to desire me, because…. I think I am beginning to desire you.” I could tell this was all new to Mason, the closeness of friendship.

 

“Mason, I don’t how I could desire you more. I see how difficult it is for you to express feelings of friendship. You are very brave and strong to be able to put your new feelings into words. I will try to be worthy of the innocence of your trust.”

 

I put my arm around his solid shoulder and we walked back to the car to drive home. As we approached the parking spot, four thugs appeared in our path. Each was rather large and imposing with black tank tops and pants that displayed their football-player sized bodies.

 

One spoke, “This the dude who won all that on roulette?”

 

Another replied, “Yeah, quite a bundle, too. More than he needs for himself. Hand it over, kid.”

 

I began to stammer with fear, ”W..We don’t want any trouble, please.”

 

Mason stepped forward, “I think you had better leave the area before you get hurt.” My t-shirt was slowly getting tighter on Mason’s body as he expanded his musculature.

 

“The only ones getting hurt are gonna be you two if you don’t hand over that money,” said one as he brought a crow bar from behind his back. A thick heavy chain appeared in one thug’s hand, while another produced a huge pipe wrench. The last one was beating a baseball bat in his palm.

 

 

“I don’t think you know what you’re dealing with assholes. Show ‘em, Mason,” I encouraged.

 

The parking lot was suddenly filled with the thunder of muscles expanding. “MMMAaahhhhnnnnmmmmfffftttt!”

 

My shirt was shredded to tatters as Mason’s muscles erupted to superheavyweight bodybuilder size and beyond. Each muscle was hard and defined and huge. He caused me to be aroused with his power. He caused them to freeze in panic.

 

Mason walked over and took the baseball bat from the zombie who held it. He placed one hand on each end and slowly brought them together. The bat was stressed beyond its limit and shattered into splinters as Mason’s hands closed together, leaving splinters and saw dust.

 

He turned to the hood with crowbar and wrenched it easily from his hands. Holding the bent end in his right hand, Mason squeezed the already bent end further until it was pressed against itself in his fist. Holding the other end securely, he then rolled his wrist over from facing up to facing down, bending the crowbar over on itself, grabbing another length of bar and squeezing it in his hand. Then he rolled his hand back facing up, bending another length into his hand. He continued the entire length of the 3 foot crow bar until it was all folded like an accordion in the palm of his right hand. Then he squeezed even harder and metal oozed out from each end of his hand. When he let go, he held a glob of metal that looked sorta like a dumbbell, which he dropped on the floor.

 

The others stood comatose as he reached for the long heavy chain. It was 8 feet long and used for towing heavy equipment. Each end had a big hook for attaching it. Mason hooked the ends together and squeezed the hooks closed tightly so they would not come apart. He then flipped half the chain over with a twist creating a double ring of chain that was now about 4 feet around. Lifting the heavy loop off the ground, he stuck his right arm in the loop, hanging off his bicep. With a snide smile he began to pump his fist, causing his forearm to explode with veins and sinew, and his bicep to fill the hole with each clench. When his forearm was about 45 inches, his bicep began to tighten the double ring of chain. Now he smiled broadly as he brought his arm up to flex.

 

The heavy chain creaked and popped as the links were force to adjust to Mason’s expanding mountain of muscle. Each groan of metal became higher in pitch as the chain tighten around the much harder rock of bicep and tricep that kept growing as his hand was brought up higher. The 4 feet of double chain length was completely expanded and individual links were beginning to deform against his mammoth monolith of muscle. His muscle was too hard to be pressed inward by the chain. It was pressing the chain into a new form as his bicep expanded further.

 

The unheard of strength of Mason’s bicep continued to grow and stretch the chain past its 4 foot circumference and caused the chain links to deform and fuse to each other. Now over 5 feet long, the double chain could take no more and burst into dozens of fragments, leaving Mason’s bicep towering over 65 inches around.

 

Two of the goons passed out with stains on their shorts. The guy with the pipe wrench approached Mason and bestowed the giant wrench upon him with a reverential bow.

 

Mason took the wrench and twisted open the jaws as far as they would go, leaving an opening large enough to accommodate a 6-inch pipe.

 

What happened next is not possible.

 

Mason leaned back a bit and sighed deeply, from his gut. My sweat pants he was wearing, tented hugely and his enormous cock burst through the stretchy fabric like it was wet tissue, exposing the most muscular and huge dick on the planet. His girth and head size was phenomenal as it continued to expand to his will. Before it became too large, he brought the wrench to the head of his cannon and secured it for applying turning pressure. I had to stop and process the size of the wrench and the size of his dick being the same. Mason grabbed the 2 foot long handle and began to turn it. The jaws tried to grip more tightly at the veins and muscle striations. Mason pulled harder and the handle began to bend while his shaft remained stiff and the jaws of the wrench didn’t move.

 

Mason pulled harder on the handle and it snapped, leaving the jaws clamped on his mammoth dick head.

 

“Watch this Mike,” he spoke to me personally. I would learn to anticipate wonder when he spoke those words. “Just a little flex.”

 

With the explosive power of a grenade, Mason’s dick head flexed and the jaws of the pipe wrench burst apart and imbedded in opposite concrete walls about a foot deep. The other two assholes passed out.

 

Adjusting his sweatpants and junk back to normal, Mason remarked, “Sorry about your shirt and pants, Mike. Guess we both need new clothes. OK if we go to the mall tomorrow? You look like you could use some time to absorb what just happened.”

 

He was right as usual. That was the first time I’d witnessed first-hand the power this God of mine possessed. I know he talked about being able to do anything, but this was way beyond what I imagined, what any human brain could imagine. I was mesmerized and scared by his powers.

 

“Are you OK, Master Mike?”

 

“Huh, yeah, sure,” I managed to barely respond. “It’s just… you are… unbelievable. I know you told me you could do anything, but squeezing a crowbar with one hand, breaking a 4-foot double chain by stretching it by pumping your bicep, and exploding a huge pipe wrench with a flex of your dick head is not humanly possible. What are you?”

 

“I thought I was your friend, Mike, doing what you wanted,” he said with a tone of rejection. “Can we go home now?”

 

We both stepped over the passed-out goons and got in my car. I managed to drive us home somehow in silence. I sat in the car in a daze still, when my door opened and Mason lifted me out of the car and carried me inside. His embrace was warm and stimulating as he was still shirtless. Being held like a babe next to his pillows of pectorals was delightful.

 

When we got back to my place I wandered from room to room, unsettled by my outburst that set us apart. Mason noticed my uneasiness.

 

“You seem troubled, Master,” he addressed me formally. “What can I do to ease your distress?”

 

I broke down in tears, “I am so sorry I reacted so poorly to your saving my life. I didn’t realize how scared I was at being mugged. And when I actually saw how much strength and power you really have, and that you were going to protect me, I was overwhelmed. Please forgive me,” I sobbed. “I think I’m falling in love with you, and I don’t know what that really means.” Now I was the inexperienced one, struggling to be aware of and to share my feelings.

 

Mason walked over to me and picked me up gently like a child. His chest was still without a shirt, warm, solid, full of veins and ridiculously striated. I melted in his strong arms and began rubbing his pectoral peaks, letting my fingers settle in the muscle valleys. Mason’s chest came alive and surged and pulsed as he slightly bounced his pecs, causing my dick to surge and pulse, also.

 

“I don’t know what it means either, Michael,” he spoke as he ever-so gently hugged me.

 

“I so want to be your friend, Mason.”

 

“Not my lover?” came his reply with a raised eyebrow.

 

I did my double-take, instantly realizing he was attempting the same joke again. I reacted by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling my lips to his. We kissed like I have never kissed before. His embrace and warm tongue were so inviting. My inexperienced passion overcame me and I ravaged him, after which I was a bit embarrassed.

 

“I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me like you, Michael.” I noticed he used my full name again. “In the past I was required to perform at the whim of my masters, with them watching with others or fearfully engaging me. I have not had a partner like you, who wants to share himself with me, who accepts me, and who….loves me.”

 

 

[flamedelft]

Yay, you're alive! 

 

Nice continuation, I love how Mason absolutely dominated the thugs without even lifting a finger against them, just through a show of strength and muscles, and the budding feelings between them.

 

Hope the next part will come sooner. 

[LAGuy]

Thank you for getting back to this story.

[S34N]

Aww, this is really cute.

[xxxxx5555]

This is a great continuation of your story, this is one of my favourite stories ever.

 

So happy that this became available to read so close to my birthday as well, Thanks for a great read. 

[Zephleit]

One thing I really love most in your stories is creativity. It is amazing how you keep coming up with new ideas for feats of strength. None of which I've read here were done on the My Nephew series. Being a genie and all, I'm excited to read more outrageous muscle control beyond what Kyle had already done.

Like what flame said, I also love how Mason handled the thugs without hurting them. Clever.


Hope to see the next part soon. Thank you for posting this.
I wish I was Michael.

[asianman2410]

I love your story Ragman! Romance, action, growth, fantasy....just everything I want to read about. Please keep it up and I request not to wait so long for the next chapter, but I will await whatever you have to publish. 

[Guest]

Love it

[sofladdd99]

luv the story.  keep it going. How far will "master" want to take his size?  I can't wait to see.