super-powers Machu Man - Part 3: Things Get Serious

[ragmangsm]

Hi all.  I've imagined the plot line to this story more completely so now I just have to find the time to put it in words.  With luck there should be a few more chapters every so often.  Your impressions are desired.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Machu Man – Part 3: Things Get Serious

by ragman

 

The next few days are hard to describe. I guess the best way is to say I was falling in love. And Mason seemed to respond with equal warmth and strength when we were with each other.

 

I still had to be in class at times, but we also had blocks of time we could explore together. The next day I was home by 2 pm. As I walked in the door, Mason greeted me with a big smile and a hug that reminded me of the strength he controlled.

 

“I am glad you are home, Mike,” Mason spoke with honesty. “I am unaccustomed to the feelings of loneliness and solitude. I never used to experience my own feelings before you found me,” he explained. “I am having a hard time suppressing my desires for your friendship, Master,” he said embarrassingly, then changed the subject quickly. “What can I do to please you?”

 

I was still a couple inches off the floor in Mason's warm embrace, though I don't think he realized he was even lifting anything.

 

“Well, big guy, you can always greet me like this when I come home. I love how strong and gentle you are at the same time. I love feeling your muscled body next to mine. I love having a friend.”

 

My words seemed to please him. His muscles expanded all around me, but he didn't really squeeze me any harder. There was just more of him to hug. His swelling muscles had a similar effect on my junk.

 

Before I got any more aroused, I asked, “What do you want to do for the afternoon, Mason?”

 

“What ever would please you, my friend,” he quickly replied with a smile as he let me down.

 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, “Nah-nah. Remember the number one rule of obedience, I want you to express your wishes as an equal, an equal FRIEND. You need to develop a sense of yourself, your FREE self, someone who can make his own decisions.”

 

Mason deliberated for a moment, then said, “Very well, I have something than has been on my mind. Can we discuss it, Mike?”, he asked.

 

“Of course, Mason. You seem a bit troubled.”

 

“I am worried about these new feelings I have, of friendship,” he began slowly. “I am unsettled about how much feeling I have toward you. And my sense is that you are having strong feelings about me. Are you?”

 

Wow, I didn't expect this discussion. “Why, yes. I think I am.,” I admitted honestly. “You are everything I have ever wished for in a friend. I can't believe you are here.”

 

“Well, I am worried that who I am will scare you away. You were visibly shaken when I bent the crow bar, broke the chain and exploded the wrench at the casino. And that is just a decimal of what I am capable of. I'm worried that you will reject me, like all the others, when you comprehend my true nature.” Mason turned away from me in sorrow.

 

I tried to reassure him by putting my arm around his broad shoulder, “I am amazed by what you can do, Mason. And my knee-jerk reaction was to withdraw some when I saw your deeds for the first time. But, only because you are incredible. You defy imagination. It is hard to get my mind around you, let alone my arm.” I squeezed his shoulder in affection.

 

“I worry more about how insignificant I must be to you,” I confessed. “You can literally do anything and I only can gape and wonder in awe.”

 

“You are very significant to me, Mike,” Mason protested. “You have changed me. You have made me love some one, you. And I want to be with you. I don't want to lose you.” I thought I noticed a tear in his eye.

 

I added my other arm to the embrace, “You aren't gonna lose me, Mason. I've fallen for you too much, also.” I leaned in and kissed my friend on his full lips. He responded by savagely attacking my tongue with his and swelling his muscles around me. We lingered long enough to solidify our feelings about each other, I thought.

 

Mason finally broke the embrace with a surprising comment, “I'd still like for you to be very certain about our friendship. I want you to see some more of the real “me” before you decide if you are repulsed by my appearance or power like all the others.”

 

“There you go again,” I rolled my eyes. “Comparing me to “all the others” who have feared or rejected you. I am not like them. I am your true friend. There is nothing that you can do or say that would diminish my desire for you, now that I am prepared for your awesomeness.” I kissed him passionately again.

 

“I want to prove I can accept you and love you at your most,” I bragged. “Let's see what you got and whether I can take it.”

 

”You really want me to demonstrate to you some of the extreme power and size my muscles can exhibit?” ,Mason asked incredulously.

 

“I do,” I answered like a vow. “Unless you're afraid that you can't flex big enough for me, or that you're too weak to impress me, or that I will crave even more muscle and might than you can deliver,” I added sarcastically.

 

Mason was actually stunned. No one had ever wanted him to go beyond what was deemed human before. No one had desired his massive potential. No one worshiped his god-like power. No one wanted all of HIM.

 

“I am overwhelmed, Mike,” he said softly. “Words can't adequately express my feelings. My love and desire for you has equaled, no surpassed, the galactic power within me. I want you to be mine forever.”

 

Mason gently picked me up in his arm like a child, with one arm under my butt. His forearm swelled with sinew for me to sit on.

 

“So, you want a little demonstration of what this muscle can do, huh?” He raised his other arm and flexed softly. The slight tension of his biceps and triceps caused skin to stretch tautly and veins to erupt as a boulder of muscles mushroomed from his upper arm that rose to 30, 40, 50 inches, 60 inches,... 75 inches around! With a huge split peak of carved granite perfection.

 

I swallowed hard as I took in the boulder of muscle next to me. My swallow seemed to travel to my crotch where my dick swelled and got veiny, also. What had I promised? Would I really be able to accept ALL of Mason? Sure I was turned on by this Machu Man, with his huge muscles and talk of supreme power. I was a sucker for his soft demeanor and god-like strength. I longed for a partner that understood and accepted my muscle fetish. Was Mason the one?

 

“Here, let me bring this closer to you,” cooed Mason as he rotated his flexed bicep towards me on his other arm. “So you can feel how hard and warm it is. Go ahead, squeezed it and hug it and hold it tight.”

 

I did as I was told, and it was hard and warm, and alive. Without really flexing more, his boulder of biceps churned and bloated and grew more massive still, on to 85 inches, 95 inches and then 100 inches of pulsing concrete!

 

“Damn, Mason, you are huge!” I blathered while trying to wrap my arms around his towering biceps. “I love it!”

 

“What? This little thing?” ,he toyed. “This is just a fraction of how big I can flex this baby.”

 

A fraction, huh? I felt a wet spot at the end of my dick. This kept getting better.

 

“Yeah, I can add a few more feet and it'll touch the ceiling, like this.” Mason moved his fist a bit away from his arm and then brought it back into position. This slight movement caused his mass of muscle to swell bigger around so I couldn't keep my hands together in the hug. The boulder of muscle became a mini-mountain Matterhorn as it erupted upwards to the 15 foot ceiling above, where the peak left a slight dent.

 

“Oops, sorry about that,” he said sheepishly.

 

I stared upwards as I still clung to his mass of muscle. I saw a column of jagged stone reaching to the ceiling, with garden hose size veins climbing like ivy to the peak. I felt the warm density of the mass of muscle in my embrace. I felt my desires skyrocket like the biceps of his arm. I lost control and began licking the warm rock of bicep in my face. The moisture on his skin had an alluring essence that I could taste, but was more arousing to my nasal cavity. It must have been some of his pheromones casting a bliss over me. I felt like I regressed to adolescence or younger, where my inhibitions were lost and I could exhibit my muscle craving. I was in heaven.

 

My dream state was slowly dissipating as I felt the massive muscle I was worshiping recede. I found myself still sitting on his massive forearm with arms empty, like a child who had had his Teddy Bear taken away.

 

“I want my muscle back,” I whined like the child I had become. “I want it bigger and taller, too.”

 

“So that much muscle doesn't put you off?” he questioned warily. “And the way I can flex to the roof and beyond with ALL my muscles doesn't scare you away?” He looked for reassurance.

 

“I can't wait to see more. My dick is getting hard just thinking about it,” I salivated.

 

Mason was still dubious. Everyone had ultimately been repulsed by his presence, because he was so far beyond human. He needed more evidence from me.

 

“What if took this bent crow bar I brought back from the casino episode and jammed the whole mass of metal in my mouth so it puffed out my cheeks with its size,” he picked up the dumbbell-like steel and crammed it into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks with the mass of metal. “And then I use just my cheek muscles to crush and compress the hardened steel into a glob of metal that I chew like taffy...,” he said with his mouth full, lisping some of his words with the dumbbell in his mouth. “...using my tongue to mash and knead the glob to the size of a pea, like this,” he said masticating while he spoke. He stuck out his muscled tongue and displayed a BB of compressed steel on its tip, which he then swallowed. He awaited my revulsion.

 

“FAR... FUCKING... OUT!” I was totally amazed and awestruck. “That was fucking awesome, Mason. I am so turned on by your extraordinary strength right now, I think I'm gonna spew!” My pants were tented and a wet spot appeared on my fly.

 

“You are not repelled by my freakish abilities? That even my tongue has the strength to mold and compress hardened tool steel doesn't make you worry what might happen to that tent of yours if you let me?” ,Mason asked incredulously.

 

“Why? Should I worry?”

 

“Well, ...no. I have absolute control over my body and I would never harm you.”

 

“Exactly. So I'm not worried, I'm the luckiest guy in the universe,” I beamed.

 

“You are the best friend I could ever have,” Mason volunteered as he set me down. Huh, he was still holding me. “No one has embraced my muscle and strength like you, Mike. Thank you for making me feel special instead of monstrous.” He kissed me passionately.

 

I was still dizzy with sensory overload. Observing that much muscle, touching that much muscle, feeling that much contained strength was ecstasy.

 

“You are very special to me, Mason,” I said lovingly.

 

“And I want you to know how special you are to me, Michael.” He paused and then continued with reverence, “I have a gift for you that I have never given anyone before. A power that will make you special,” he said in return.

 

My mind was exploding with fantasy. I wondered what this power could be.

 

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[asianman2410]

Ooooooo. I want the next chapter already!!! Friggen cliffhangers. Amazing job as always though. Please give me more

[iceman751]

Love it, I'm a huge, huge fan of super strength and absolutely enormous muscles! Like Mike in this story, I don't think I'll ever be afraid or disgusted by Mason, only more and more turned on! 

[flamedelft]

Ahh, sugary sweetness and massive muscle, that's the way to my heart

 

I love the little dance of 'I think you'll reject me/I'll never reject you, bring it on!'. That can only lead to bigger muscles and more impressive strength displays.

 

Thank you for continuing, looking forward to the next part very much!

[Zephleit]

Oh wow. I really wasn't expecting that you would post the next part so soon. But I'm really glad you did.


“I want my muscle back,” I whined like the child I had become. “I want it bigger and taller, too.”

This is my reaction after reading the story. You had me craving for more. I wanna see more of his skyscaper biceps... though I understand that he simply cannot destroy the place, but still. I also like that you even had Mason demonstrate feats of strength with his cheeks and tongue.

I am very curious what other things you have in mind. Keep surprising us. Looking forward to the next one.

More power to you and your stories. Keep it up.

[Hanugumo]

This story is getting better and better. 8D

I hope the power Mason will give our eager protagonist is the power to be his equal & live as long as Mason can live, so they will always be together and they will always truly equal. ^^ <3

Keep it up and good luck with everything. 8D