Muscle Fantasy Island 8
by Londonboy
It was a motley crew that walked out of the bar late that afternoon. There was the older man that now had the body of a college boy, but still the insides of a person his real age. There was the young man, once shy beyond belief, that now had the insides of a huge muscle daddy and commanded the kind of respect he deserved from everyone he met. And lastly, there was the tall British man, lanky in appearance, but with the strength of Hulk and Hercules put together! And all three men were feeling quite buzzed and were out to make this an evening to remember forever. Harry and Mason could not wait to see what fun they could dream up to test Henry’s newfound strength. Both of their alcohol-soaked brains were working overtime to create chores for their friend.
“I think it would be great to see the pup lift something really heavy,” Mason said as they walked, “you know, like the back of a car or something.”
“That would be great,” agreed Harry, “and maybe he could bend some things with his bare hands, like a steel bar or something.”
Henry stopped in his tracks and stared at the other two men. This caused both Mason and Harry to stop and look at the third man with confused faces. They were outside now, near the row of bungalows reserved for guests. Henry put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
“You two gentlemen do not get it, do you,” he said, gazing at the men with a face full of pride. “What you have suggested is mere child’s play. You need to understand that what I now have is strength beyond any of our wildest fantasies. As a matter of fact, I am sure there is almost no limit to my power. Here, let me show you what I mean.”
Henry walked over to one of the large bungalow buildings – which rested in a small clearing away from others. He placed his right palm against the wall of the structure and slid it back and forth, pressing in lightly. It appeared that he was trying to find something in the wall. The lanky Brit finally found what he was looking for and even tapped on the wall with his knuckle, although very lightly, to make sure he was right about something. Henry then put both of his palms against the wall and without even bracing his long legs in any way, he pushed against the building. It was obvious that the man was not using even a fraction of his strength. The ground beneath trembled a little and then Mason and Harry watched as the building began to move. Henry was basically shoving the entire bungalow with little effort. The concrete and steel frame shifted about six feet.
“Shit, boy, you drove the entire building off of its foundation,” exclaimed Mason, with a voice full of lust.
“No, sir, check again. I have a surprise just for you, my soon-to-be muscle daddy,” said Henry boastfully. “I moved the foundation with it.”
Mason and Harry quickly looked to the ground and both men gasped. Indeed, there was now a deep hole that ran the length of the entire wall where the heavy base of the building had rested before. Henry had obviously chosen a place in the wall that supported the entire structure and had been able to shove the entire fucking bungalow a few feet with nothing more than a gentle push. It was unbelievable. The place was still completely intact – merely moved a short distance by this human bulldozer. Mason let out a loud manly whistle and, forgetting himself again, he punched the Englishman hard on his right shoulder. When his fist collided with the other man’s flesh it was stopped instantly and pain shot through the younger man’s fingers. It was good he had not used much force or he would have surely broken every bone in his hand.
“Shit! I forgot your body’s harder than a concrete wall,” yelped Mason as he began to shake out his fingers. “That hurt like hell, boy.”
“Sorry, sir.” Henry said respectfully, but again he had a face full of pride.
“Henry, that was truly amazing,” Harry added, as he unconsciously ran his hand up and down his hard cock beneath his pants.
“You could level this building with one punch, couldn’t you, son?” Mason asked, staring at the hole in the ground and continuing to shake out his hurting fist.
“With one finger, sir,” Henry said with sudden seriousness, which made the other two men quickly stare at each other - full of shock and lust. “Shall I show you?”
“Um . . . why don’t we wait on that, boy,” Mason replied quickly. “We certainly don’t want to anger Dr. Slevin and the people here at the chateau. We are their guests, after all.”
“I have a feeling they couldn’t do anything to stop him even if they wanted to,” Harry said, staring at Henry with an amazed face.
“True, my college boy, very true,” agreed Mason. “Well, shall we head into town and cause some trouble?”
“Yes, that would be quite lovely,” replied Henry.
“Um, Henry, you might want to start thinking differently now, strong man,” Mason said as he began to walk. “Someone that can tear down an entire fucking building with one finger does not say things like ‘quite lovely’ or anything similar to that.”
“I see,” answered Henry with a concerned look. “And what would someone that can do such a thing answer when asked if they wanted to head into town and cause some trouble?”
“They would say ‘fuck yeah’ or something a little more manly,” Mason answered.
“Oh, well then, yes . . . I mean fuck yes, let us indeed go into town.” Henry said, obviously trying hard to please, but not succeeding.
“I’d just stick to the way you know how to talk, Henry,” Harry said, laughing a little.
“Yeah, pup. I think you’re just a gentleman through and through,” Mason said, “even if you are the strongest man on earth. You’re like a mixture of James Bond and Superman. God, that thought makes me hard.”
All three men laughed and walked towards the shuttle van that would take them into town. The driver had fallen a sleep in the front seat. Mason stopped a few feet from the vehicle and turned toward the other guys. He had an eat-shit grin on his face.
“Henry, do you think . . .” Mason began, but was interrupted.
“With no problem, sir. Consider it another gift to my future daddy,” Henry answered, quickly walking to the front of the van.
The other two men watched as Henry grabbed the front bumper of the fifteen-seat van. With a mere flick of his wrist the front tires of the long body came flying off the ground, a sudden movement that sent the driver flying to the back seat since the vehicle was, for a few seconds, almost sticking straight up. As the huge thing started to fall back forward Henry stepped in and stopped it by placing his palm in the center of its underbelly. Mason and Harry both sucked in air sharply as they watched the Brit’s fingers penetrate the steel bottom of the car, like he was simply putting on a glove. It wasn’t clear to the two men watching what was going to happen, but they knew Henry had a plan. The incredibly strong man had buried his fingers into the heavy undercarriage of the van to get good leverage. With nothing but a slight pause – just for effect – Henry hoisted the entire van into the air, moving it quickly over his head. It was the most surreal sight that Mason had ever seen. The tall skinny man had just lifted what was surely close to five tons over his head like he was getting ready to toss a ball. The thought of seeing Henry throw the van a couple of miles away skidded through Mason’s mind and this caused his cock to throb even more. To show off a little and to frighten the driver, Henry started bouncing the huge van attached to his hand.
Suddenly the side door flew open and the driver stepped out. It was clear he had no idea he was so far in the air. He expected to step down to the ground easily and was caught off guard as he fell some seven feet before hitting the pavement. He wasn’t hurt, just a little dazed, and he quickly stood up and looked around. He first saw Mason and Harry smiling at him, but when he turned around and got his first glimpse of Henry palming the entire van above his head, the poor guy stumbled backward and then fell smack on his butt. Henry looked at the driver with a face that seemed to ask “what’s the problem – don’t you always see guys able to press a huge vehicle into the air with one hand?” The driver’s mouth dropped wide open and he started shaking his head to make sure he was awake and not dreaming.
“How ‘bout one finger, big boy?” Mason asked, breaking the silence.
This thought pleased Henry. He brought his other hand up to the bottom of the van, and then pressed his forefinger into the bottom. He was careful not to puncture the steel casing this time and merely pressed in to make an indention. This made it easy for him to balance the huge van. With no fanfare other than a big smile on his face, Henry pulled his other hand away from the bottom of the vehicle. This left the entire fifteen-seater resting on Henry’s one finger. The man started walking around and was now just showing off. The thing rested precariously on his index finger. Henry suddenly got an idea and stopped moving. He then took his other hand and pushed on the backside of the van, causing it to spin like he was some kind of super strong Harlem Globetrotter. The sight of the big vehicle spinning around so quickly made the other guys run – each scared that it would come flying off and crush one of them. This caused Henry to laugh.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen – there is no reason to be frightened. I can control this thing the way someone might control a basketball,” Henry said tossing the van up into the air and then quickly sticking his other index finger into the indention to catch the heavy item. “I keep trying to tell you that this is quite simple for me. This thing feels lighter than a dinner plate.”
Henry then lowered his hand and released the van from his finger, letting it drop to the ground from about four feet in the air. The big vehicle slammed into the ground and then bounced a few times. The earth shook beneath everyone’s feet even though they were a few yards away by this point. Henry brushed his hands together lightly and then turned to face the other men – all of whom were still astounded by his strength.
“Shall we go find some other men to play with?” asked Henry. “Suddenly, I’m feeling quite frisky.”
“If this is just your frisky stage,” Mason said loudly as he moved toward the van, “I can’t wait to see what you do when your body is really jacked up sexually.”
“Yes, that should be a lot of fun,” Harry added.
The driver, a young lad with a nametag that read Brett, was still standing a few feet in the distance, as if he were frightened about coming any closer. As everyone turned to look at him it became clear that he was really still just in shock. The man could not take his eyes off of Henry. Every now and then he would mumble “no way” and shake his head. Henry must have felt sorry for the boy, along with being impatient about getting into town. He walked over to the guy and scooped him up with one hand. He basically palmed the man’s ass and then lifted him into the air – carrying him to the front door of the van. Brett turned to the tall Englishman once he was deposited beside the vehicle.
“Thank you,” Brett said, quietly.
“My pleasure, sir,” replied Henry and then he moved around to the shotgun seat.
Mason and Harry had already jumped into the back part of the van, sharing the second row of seats. Brett climbed into his seat and continued to just stare at Henry. The poor boy was simply too overwhelmed to think about anything else other than the Brit’s display of amazing strength. Henry reached over and took the key from the stunned young man. At the same time he again slid one hand under the guy’s ass and lifted him slightly – easily moving the full-grown Brett into the passenger seat and sliding in to start the van.
“Brett, my good man,” Henry said as he put the van into drive, “how about you navigate from over there. Just tell me where to go and we will be off. Take us to what you would consider town, but make sure there is a bar nearby. My buzz is starting to wear off so I’ll need a few more bottles of some hard liquor to get me happy again. And we want to keep me happy, do we not?”
“Yes sir! I don’t want to see what you would do if you were mad,” exclaimed Brett quickly and he then gave Henry directions.
Brett directed the van to the downtown area of the island. It was a pretty populated place, considering the fact that they hadn’t seen other people, besides the workers at the chateau, for a couple of days. Downtown looked like a typical tourist area, in that tropical island kind of way. Brett, however, did not deposit the three men at any of the hip-looking bars in the main part of town. Instead, he directed Henry to follow a darkened road that led to the outskirts of the nightlife area – a place that seemed to be just a bunch of industrial buildings. Finally, Brett had Henry pull over at the corner of what looked like a pretty dark alley. One sole streetlight beamed down a few yards away in the narrow lane. Henry glanced toward the light and saw a bunch of motorcycles parked in a slight indention between some buildings. He also noticed some large pickup trucks and semis scattered up and down the road. All four men in the van watched as a couple of big guys stepped down from the cab of a jacked-up Chevy and walked down the alley. Both of the two men looked to be about the size of a refrigerator and both were chewing on large stogies dangling from the corners of their mouths. Watching the two men walk down the dark lane and turn to enter the so-called hidden bar petrified Harry, comforted Mason, and thrilled Henry. The changes to each man caused the different reactions.
“Brett, my good man,” Henry said, turning to look at the young worker, “you have chosen well. This looks like the perfect place for me to have a little fun.”
“Yes sir,” Brett answered. “I thought you might like a place that was a little rough around the edges. I hear this place has a very tough entrance code, though. I’m not sure they’ll let you guys in.”
“You do not need to worry about that, young man,” Henry said, handing the keys to Brett, “I have a feeling they will quickly see there is no way to refuse me. If I have to, I’ll just bust through a wall. You would most certainly like to see that, would you not?”
“Yes sir. Please sir,” replied Brett.
“This looks like my kind of place,” Mason exclaimed happily. “By the look of those two fellas that just went in, I’m gonna feel right at home.”
“Whoa, big daddy,” Harry said, cautiously, “remember, you might feel like a big muscle bear on the inside, but you still look like a shy, introverted pretty boy. And I look like a muscled preppy college boy. I’m not sure this is a good idea Henry.”
“My good sir, do you really think for a second that I will not be able to take care of you?” Henry asked, turning to the two men behind him.
“He does have a point, Harry,” Mason chimed in.
“That’s fine,” Harry answered, “but you don’t ever leave our side. I mean it. This looks like a place that has men that will chew me up and spit me out just for fun. I’d like to make it to the second part of my fantasy life tomorrow, if you know what I mean.”
“I will not let one pretty little hair on your head get pushed out of place,” Henry answered. “And I do believe I have shown how impossible it will be for someone to get past me unless I allow it. Besides, I’m sure you are looking forward to some surprised and stunned faces when these guys try to mess with me?”
“You sure do know how to make our cocks ache, don’t you, Henry boy,” Mason said, laughing slightly.
“I just want to please my good friends,” Henry responded. “Brett, could you possibly return to pick us up in an hour. I think that is all the time I will need to clean house, so to speak.”
“I was kind of hoping I could come in and watch. If that’s okay with you,” responded Brett sheepishly.
“Good show, young man,” Henry answered, “Of course you can come and enjoy the show. It will be great to have you with us. Well, gentlemen, shall we go make some new friends?”
All four guys stepped out of the van. They started walking toward the alley. When Henry got beside the ramped-up Chevy truck of the two big men who had entered the bar earlier, he got an idea that caused a smile to creep across his face. He stopped and turned to his three companions.
“Shall I give those two guys a little present for when they try to leave?” Henry asked teasingly.
“Do you even have to ask, pup?” Mason answered.
“I always try to listen to my elders, sir,” replied the Brit.
“Well then, you have my permission,” Mason replied and the two other men nodded their heads quickly.
Henry walked to the back of the big vehicle. The thing was so super-sized the top of the tailgate was even with the strong man’s head. Henry reached out and lifted the back of the truck like it was as light as a sheet of paper. With one hand he pushed the entire rig over his head and walked inward until the Chevy was resting on its front end. With the back of the truck sticking way into the air Henry wrapped five fingers around the front axle and easily hoisted the heavy body of metal a few feet in the air. He then moved up onto the sidewalk and leaned the upended vehicle against the wall of a nearby warehouse. It kind of looked like the truck had fallen from the rooftop and landed front end into the concrete, without damaging a thing. Henry had just moved a mammoth Chevrolet as if he had been returning a small book to a shelf. He turned to the other guys in his group and was pleased to see their astonished faces in the moonlight from above. The pump that was caused by so easily manhandling a truck and the thrill it caused in his companions was overpowering to Henry. Like a little child, he quickly moved over to another vehicle, this one a Hummer, and did the exact same thing – placing it right beside the Chevy, resting on its front end and leaning against the building. The excited British man then repeated the same with two other large vehicles, lifting and moving tons of steel like it was child’s play. Well, to Henry it was even easier than that. After the fourth truck was in place Henry brushed his dirty hands, looked at his handiwork, and then turned to his mates.
“Bloody hell, that is just too much fun,” Henry joyously said. “I really should take all of the trucks in the vicinity and build a little fort or something. You know, placing them all on top of each other. I love how easy it is for me to lift something so heavy. And I guess by the look of those three hard cocks in a row, you gentlemen love it, as well.”
“Boy, if you don’t stop tossing trucks around like they were building blocks, I’m going to shoot off in my jeans like I’m a fucking cannon,” Mason said, reaching down to adjust his large hard cock.
“What does it feel like?” asked Mason in a soft voice, “to be that strong.”
“Wow, Mason. It is kind of hard to explain,” Henry responded. “First of all, it is very freeing. I used to be this uptight, angry man and I am not really sure why, but now there is no stress. I have so much power, that I do not need to be defensive or mean. There is a calmness deep inside of me that is caused by knowing there is nothing I cannot do. Being able to lift those trucks easily makes me steady and peaceful. At the same time, though, I feel this intense desire to crush things. It is not an evil desire; it is something that is tied to my need to use my strength. As I was moving each truck I had to concentrate hard not to crumple each one like a Styrofoam cup. Part of me just wants to rip metal apart and watch my fingers easily destroy things, but there is a greater part of me that knows that with my super strength comes a certain responsibility. Maybe this is kind of what super heroes are supposed to feel – you know, as in the comic books. I know I could easily level every building in the surrounding three blocks in mere minutes, but I desire to only do good with my strength. Please do not get me wrong, I definitely want to show off for you three, but that is also tied to my desire to make you all happy. It is strange because I know that I no longer need any man’s approval, but helping you gentlemen have a fun night will definitely excite me, as well. Does this make any sense?”
“It sure as hell makes sense to me, boy,” Mason replied. “I expect people to please me and I’ve got some plans for your super strength.”
This comment made Henry laugh out loud. At the same time a whimpering sound came from the direction of young Brett. The three other men turned to see that the poor boy had gone stiff as a board and was shaking like he was frightened about something. It took only a few seconds to realize that he was not scared – he had simply been pushed beyond the point of control. Seeing Henry move trucks like they were just toys and hearing the man speak about what it felt like had made the younger man ejaculate without even touching himself. The night air was filled with Brett’s muffled cries as his cock spewed sweet smelling juice into his briefs. As soon as the chateau worker’s body stopped jerking, Mason took advantage of the moment. He walked over to Brett and slid his hand down the front of the man’s pants. It was clear that Mason was squeezing out a few remaining drops of cum from the still-hard cock and then he removed his hand. Harry and Henry could see that Brett’s man-milk covered Mason’s fingers. The soon-to-be muscle daddy licked the tips of his fingers and then brought his hand to Brett’s mouth – forcing the young man to open so he could taste his own cum.
“Yeah, Brett boy,” Mason said. “That’s a real nice tasting load. Old Henry got your juices pumping so much you couldn’t control yourself, could you? Shit, son, you must love muscle power even more than me. Watching my pup fling big trucks around like they were nothing got you all hot and bothered, didn’t it. Well, look-a-there, your face has turned all red. There’s not a thing to be embarrassed about, boy. You just like muscle, strength, and cock, don’t ya?” Your pants are now filled with what I like to call Henry induced cream, right? But how about we add another load to that first one. Let’s see if you can handle a kiss from your daddy.”
Mason reached out and placed his hand behind Brett’s head – pulling it closer to his. Mason had not yet turned into the muscle daddy of his fantasies, but he certainly had all the internal characteristics of what his body would soon become. His kiss had all the power, control, and passion of a veteran daddy dominator. He might as well have been six foot four, had an upper lip covered by a manly mustache, been covered with hard rippling muscles, and had the sexual experience of a master - because that’s what was behind the kiss. There was absolutely no chance of Brett being able to withstand the manly assault on his mouth. Mason’s muscle daddy-ness was equal to Henry’s strength. Instantly, Brett’s body again lost control and began to shake. In just a span of a few minutes his cock was spewing a second large load into his skivvies. Mason kept his masterful lips and tongue suctioned on the young man’s mouth – even as he convulsed. When Mason pulled his face away he could see that Brett’s eyes had rolled back into his head and the poor boy had passed out.
“Um, Henry,” Mason said calmly, “it looks like our young friend here is already worn out. You think you could escort him back to the van? I think he’s going to be resting for a while.”
Henry walked over and slid a forefinger through the back of Brett’s belt. He then lifted the unconscious boy into the air and carried him to the van like he was a light bag of groceries. He opened the side door and placed the guy on one of the seats – so he could take a long nap. Brett immediately curled into a fetal position. He was mumbling something about super strength and muscle daddy kisses. Henry locked and shut the door.
“Thank you, boy,” Mason said as Henry rejoined the group. “I think we’re going to have a pleasant Brett-cum aroma in the van when we return. That will make for a nice ride home. I bet the guy even has a few wet dreams while he rests and that will make it even more fun. Shall we go in, boys?”
“Yes sir,” replied both Harry and Henry.
The three men walked down the alley and turned into where the motorcycles were parked. There looked to be about fifty or so Harleys outside of the place. Henry stopped and surveyed the group of bikes.
“Gentlemen, would you like to see me smash all these things into one giant ball of crumpled metal?” asked the super-charged Brit.
“As nice as that sounds, boy,” Mason replied, “I’d really like to show you off to some other men, right now.”
“Maybe when we leave, though, huh?” Harry asked.
“Sure boys, if it makes you both happy,” Mason answered, smiling like a proud dominant daddy.
Mason turned to the red metal door that must be the entrance to the bar. There was a sign next to the door that said, “Knock for Entrance.” Mason rapped hard on the metal with his knuckles and could immediately tell it was a solid steel door – with a small sliding panel in the middle, at about eye level. It looked just like what you’d xpect at some kind of speakeasy during prohibition days. Suddenly the panel slid open and the bearded face of what was surely a large bouncer appeared. The guy actually laughed as soon as he saw Mason. The bouncer then continued to chuckle as he took in the beefy college boy and lanky dude behind the guy that had knocked.
“You’re at the wrong place, little fella,” spat the Bouncer. “This bar is for real men. Why don’t you and your pansy friends go get your spritzers somewhere else and come back when you’ve gone through puperty.”
With that the big guy slid the panel shut. His laughter could be heard even though the metal door. Mason turned to look at his friends and his face was plastered with a devious smile. This was just the kind of reaction he was hoping for and he wasted no time in preparing their response to the rudeness.
“Henry, my boy,” Mason said, stepping back, “that man was very rude to me and to all of us. I think he needs to be taught a lesson in manners.”
Henry didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped up to the door and knocked again – being careful to not use even a small portion of his strength, even though he knew he could easily take out the door and half the wall with one punch. There was a slight pause after the knock and then the panel in the middle slid open again. The same guy appeared, still laughing.
“Listen, skinny man,” the bouncer said to Henry, “I’ve already told you we don’t serve your kind here. What is it you could possibly want now?”
“I want to be able to see your face when I do this,” Henry answered.
The tall lanky Brit brought his arm back and lightly sent his fist into the solid steel door - at about the level of his stomach. The sound of metal being blasted apart by something much stronger – Henry’s hand – was music to Mason’s ears. He and Harry watched as Henry’s fist punctured a hole in the door and went into the space beyond. They could also tell that Henry was grabbing the big guy on the other side of the door. Suddenly, the bouncer’s face slammed into the small window and there was clearly a sound of breaking bones. With nothing more than a slight pull, Henry yanked the big man into the sheet of steel between them with enough force for an indention in the form of the bouncer’s body to appear in the metal and for the entire frame to come ripping away from the wall. Henry stood there holding the huge door and the now unconscious big guy in the air. With just a slight flick of his wrist the super strong man sent the door and the bouncer across the alley. Mason could not control himself and he moaned out loud. Harry glanced at the bouncer, still implanted in the door, to make sure he was breathing. Once assured the man was not dead, he turned to look at Henry who was smiling proudly at his friends.
“I think he learned his lesson, sir,” Henry said to Mason.
“Um . . . I would say so, boy, I would say so,” Mason responded quickly, obviously trying hard to not succumb to the need to ejaculate from the display of power and the devotion shown from his pup.
Henry turned and walked through the now gaping hole where the door used to stand. There was another big guy standing just inside the door, obviously there to take the cover charge from each patron. His mouth was still wide open in shock at what had just happened. Henry reached out and used his forefinger to gently push the guy’s chin upward.
“Careful, we would not want you to get a mouthful of flies,” Henry said with a smile. “How much to get in?”
“No charge,” whispered the still-stunned cashier.
“Thank you, old chum. These gentlemen are with me. Also, do me a favor, please, when your friend wakes up in a few days - please tell him to not always judge a book by its cover.” said Henry.
“Yes sir,” replied the guy, as he glanced through the hole in the wall to his buddy smashed against the door across the alley.
Harry and Mason followed Henry down a big staircase to a lower level in the building. There was a sign that read “The Chute” as you walked through a large archway into an expansive bar area, full of dart boards, pool tables, and many areas for big burly men to sit and mingle. A few heads turned in the direction of the newcomers and it was obvious by the sneers on faces that the men of the Chute did not take kindly to guys that didn’t fit the mold. Mason’s heart started pounding as he instinctively connected with everything about the bar – the smell, the overpowering testosterone, the muscle daddy attitudes, and the sexy seventies facial hair. It was like the man had found his long lost relatives, but he still didn’t fit the bill on the outside. He simply looked like a pretty boy. Harry also looked like a young preppy stud and Henry was the most out of place, coming across as a lanky foreigner. The three men could feel the disdain emanating from the crowd, but it didn’t impact Henry in the least. He led his group to the bar and caught the attention of the bartender.
“Good sir, I will have a bottle of Jack Daniels and the two gentlemen behind me will both have a Sam Adams,” Henry said to the big man dressed in leather behind the bar.
“You mean you want a shot of Jack, man?” asked the bartender as he grabbed a shot glass.
“No, good man, I’ll have the entire bottle,” Henry replied.
“Listen man, we don’t sell it by the bottle. That’s what they have liquor stores for,” the bartender shot back.
Henry smiled and leaned across the bar. He got close to the man’s face to emphasize his next sentence. He wanted to make sure the guy got his message. Mason and Harry were worried he was going to grab the dude and send him flying across the large room. Henry, however, was calm and gentleman-like.
“Then, my good man, put out as many shot glasses as it takes to empty that unopened bottle behind you,” Henry said. “I will be glad to pay you for all of them and I can guarantee not a drop will be wasted. Or feel free to stand here and refill my glass as soon as I am done, until the bottle is gone. It is your call, sir.”
If you had asked the bartender why he turned and grabbed the bottle of Jack behind him he would not have been able to give you a good reason. There had just been something underneath the request from the tall skinny guy that made the order a lot more powerful. The words had actually chilled the worker to the bone – as if there were some supernatural force impelling him to respond. The bartender simply placed the bottle of whiskey in front of Henry and backed away.
“Smart man,” Mason chuckled at the guy, as he backed away. “Trust me, you don’t want to see my friend angry.”
Henry unscrewed the bottle and downed the entire thing in one long swig. He took a napkin and wiped his mouth, once he was done. Many men were watching him and the dainty dabbing of his mouth didn’t make up for the fact that he had just downed an entire container of whiskey. Mason could instinctively feel the atmosphere of the bar changing slowly. These were his kind of men, after all, and he knew exactly what was happening. The muscle daddies and bears of the Chute did not like being invaded by what they considered to be lower beings. And they certainly didn’t like skinny men being able to down a large bottle of whiskey in one swallow. Harry was oblivious to everything and stood at the bar waiting for his beer, trying to catch the eye of the handsome bartender. A very large muscle bear came up behind him – staring at the young college stud’s ass with a devious smirk across his face.
“Hey little boy, you’ve got a sweet ass,” slurred the obvious drunk bear. “How ‘bout I take you for a ride on my massive joystick?”
“This pup’s taken,” Mason said, stepping toward the towering man behind Harry, who was too scared to turn around.
“I don’t see anyone big enough or strong enough to claim him, puny man, so back off before I hurt you. I think I’ll take that ass right here and now, just to show you who is the real boss,” spat back the bear.
The big man moved his large hairy paw toward Mason’s body, but it was interrupted by something akin to a solid wall. Henry had quickly grabbed the man’s fist and was gently squeezing the guy’s fingers – well, gently for Henry - but the guy quickly cried out in pain. Mason and Harry heard snaps and crackles coming from the intertwined hands and they were pretty sure it wasn’t just knuckles being popped. Henry had easily stopped the big man from touching Mason and was now administering intense pressure on the guy’s hand. Even in the midst of great pain the bear knew how to defend himself. He pulled his other arm back and sent his powerful fist flying into Henry’s jaw. This time, as the bear’s fist hit the stone-like chin of the super-strong Brit, there were sounds that could not be anything else but bones snapping in two. The power behind the big muscle dude’s punch was so strong that when it hit Henry’s immovable face there was going to have to be some breakage in the guy’s hand. It was just a law of nature. Again, the big bear of a man cried out in pain as he stared wide-eyed at Henry’s un-phased face, which broke into a big smile.
“I did not feel a thing, sir. Was that supposed to hurt?” Henry teased. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Henry pulled back his free arm quickly and sent it flying toward the guy’s face. Mason screamed “no” out loud as he watched for he knew that a true punch from Henry would send the big man’s head flying off his body, across the room, and through the wall on the other side. Not only did he not want to see the guy decapitated, he knew that Henry would surely regret killing someone. Harry, on the other hand, closed his eyes quickly because he knew what was coming, as well, and did not want to see the gruesome sight. Both men were shocked then when there was no sound of a super strong fist hitting some guy’s face. Harry opened his eyes and saw that Henry had easily stopped his knuckles a half-inch from the big bear’s chin. Immediately, Harry exhaled and whispered “thank God.” Henry, meanwhile, was not letting the guy off so easily. He took his forefinger and flicked it off his thumb into the lower part of the guy’s bearded chin. At the same time he released the powerful grip he had on the big man’s fist, knowing that he didn’t it could easily rip an arm off. The mere tap of Henry’s finger had enough strength to send the guy skyrocketing into the air and across the room. It was like a speeding truck had struck the man and sent his body flying over the head’s of other patrons and slammed it into the wall across the bar. The now unconscious beefy bear stuck to the wall for a few seconds and then slid down to the floor. You could see a huge crack in the cement where his body had hit. At that point two things happened – first there was a brief moment where everyone in the bar froze because they couldn’t believe what had just happened. Secondly, some men that were obviously part of the big bear’s muscle den jumped into action. They intended to teach Henry a lesson. It was obvious they had not fully understood what had just taken place, because if they had they would have certainly not messed with the tall skinny man at the bar.
“Shit, boy, that was pretty amazing,” Mason said, looking at his friend.
“Yes it was, but I think we’re in trouble now,” Harry said as he saw three big men coming at them.
“Move behind me gentlemen,” Henry ordered, and both of his buddies quickly stood between him and the bar. Henry spoke to the oncoming trio as they walked up. “Good evening.”
“You picked the wrong one to mess with, skinny man,” the leader of the group yelled. “I don’t know what trick you used to hurt our friend, but you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”
The leader of the group confronting Henry quickly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the Brit. All motion in the bar seemed to stop. Henry stood there calmly and looked down at the gun. A big smile crept across his face and then he turned his gaze back to the guy threatening him.
“Oh good, I have wanted to further test my strength this way,” Henry said as he moved toward the guy. He stepped forward until the end of the barrel was against his stomach. “It is a shame to ruin a good shirt, but so be it. Go ahead, pull the trigger, little maggot.”
No one took a breath. Harry and Mason became frightened, even though they had seen many examples of Henry’s super abilities. They both thought this was a different level – one that would not be as successful for their friend. Mason wanted to stop Henry from pushing the attacker beyond a breaking point, but it was too late. The big man with the gun pulled the trigger. The noise of the gunshot was deafening, mainly because the bullet could only travel a short distance. As soon as it got to the end of the gun’s barrel it smacked up against something much more powerful. Because Henry’s stomach prevented even the slightest penetration, the bullet basically exploded in the gun. The steel barrel was ripped apart and the kick back sent the big man flying into his two buddies, taking all of them down to the ground. Henry looked down at his stomach and saw only a large scorched hole in his shirt. The skin across his abs had some gunpowder marks, but was otherwise totally unscathed. He turned to show his two friends what had happened.
“Holy shit, boy,” Mason exclaimed, “that’s incredible. You’re indestructible. I may shoot a load right now just from looking at your powerful stomach.”
“That was indeed cool, was it not?” asked Henry.
“Fucking unbelievable,” answered Harry.
Without any warning whatsoever a group of about five men suddenly jumped Henry from behind. The three friends had been so wrapped up in looking at the British man’s unhurt stomach they had not seen the small group of burly men coming to the aid of their fallen comrades. It was odd to see five fully-grown men pounce on a tall skinny dude and make no impact at all. Henry actually kept looking at his stomach as if nothing had happened. The weight of five or more big men hitting him from behind didn’t cause his body to move an inch. It was like a group of squirrels were jumping onto a redwood – the tree just didn’t budge. Mason stared at his friend with much daddy pride as Henry basically shrugged his shoulders and shook his upper frame. This insignificant movement sent the bodies of every man attached to his tall torso sailing in every direction. With just a simple flex of his super powerful body Henry had created enough force to make the gang of big men destroy tables when their bodies landed on them and take down other oncoming groups of men like bowling pins. Henry barely even registered the destruction he had so easily caused.
Mason and Harry looked around the bar and saw the bodies of dozens of men lying on the floor in pain or unconsciousness. One super large dude that had not advanced up to this point let out a rebel-like yell and came charging toward Henry. The tall Brit didn’t even turn in the guy’s direction. He simply waited a few seconds and then put his arm out to the side making a fist. The large man didn’t have time to stop or change his plan of attack. His face plowed into the waiting knuckles of Henry’s hand and his feet came off the floor as the lower part of his body kept going while the top half was completely stopped. The big man fell to the floor, out cold. At that moment the bartender climbed up on the big wooden counter between he and Henry and jumped into the air, intending to take him down from above. Again, without even looking, Henry raised his other hand and caught the beefy man in mid air. Without even the slightest give to his outstretched arm, Henry held the big man aloft by the front of his jeans. Mason and Harry stared at their friend as he smiled, standing there holding a big man in the air with just one hand.
“These guys do not seem to learn too quickly, do they?” asked Henry, and then he flicked his wrist lightly and sent the bartender’s body flying into the shelves of liquor bottles behind the bar.
All three watched as the big man took out almost every shelf while he descended to the top of the counter below. It was obvious the guy would not be moving again any time soon. Henry finally turned to survey the room and was pleased by all that he had done. He was amazed at how much destruction he could cause with such little effort. He also checked to make sure everyone on the floor was still breathing. The tall Brit had not used even a slight part of his full strength, knowing that if he had he could have easily done more damage than break a few bones. He took a couple of steps toward the middle of the room to survey the remaining crowd.
“Would anyone else like to foolishly test my strength?” Henry asked confidently.
“Yeah, over here,” came a voice from behind Henry.
The tall man turned slowly to see his challenger. What he saw caused him to pause momentarily. There was the cashier from the front door with an arm around Harry’s neck and a gun pointed to the college man’s temple. Mason was off to the side, looking frightened.
“You’ve wrecked the place and caused a lot of a pain. Now it’s payback time. This pretty college boy’s life ought to make up the difference,” hissed the cashier and he pressed the gun harder into the side of Harry’s head, messing up some of his perfect hair.
“I promised my friend, Harry, that not a hair on his head would be disturbed and look what you have done, sir. You just messed up his beautiful locks,” Henry said calmly.
“Yeah, well when half of his head is gone it’s not going to matter much what his hair looks . . .” started the cashier, but he did not have time to finish his sentence.
Mason had been so scared for Harry that he had not even blinked, but now he wasn’t sure. He almost thought he had blacked out for a few minutes or something, because suddenly his friend Harry was standing right beside him and Henry was now holding the gun against the cashier’s head. Mason closed his eyes and shook his head to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. When he looked again at what was happening he realized that Henry’s powerful body was also super fast. He looked at the tall man holding the cashier easily with one arm.
“Wow, I guess I can check super-speed off of the list, as well, gentlemen,” Henry said as he looked at his two friends. He held the side of the gun against the cashier’s face and as he closed his hand around the chunk of metal he continued, “You made me seem like a liar to my friend, sir, and I do not like that. You also caused him to be frightened. It is a very good thing that he wasn’t hurt in any way, or this entire building would now be on top of your crushed body. As it is, I still want to make sure you understand what will happen to you if you ever threaten someone again.”
Henry began to bring his super strong fingers together. The entire body of the gun started to be crushed. The screeching sound was intoxicating, simply because it showed off Henry’s power. Mason and Harry could see hot steel oozing out between Henry’s fingers as he easily manipulated the gun. During the entire process the Brit kept the gun pressed up against the cashier’s temple. The poor big man was scared shitless but he was so impressed with Henry’s strength that his cock began to expand at his crotch. Mason loved the fact that the dude could not help himself from getting an erection – the man was simply overwhelmed at the brawn of the skinny guy holding him in place. Pieces of the demolished gun began to fall to the ground. Henry then took his hand, which was holding the molten glob of metal and slid it down the font of the cashier’s pants. Mason watched as Henry maneuvered his fingers around the guy’s crotch.
“Do you feel that, good sir?” Henry asked. “I am creating a thick cock ring out of the gun just for you. I want you to remember me in a special way. I doubt you will ever be able to get this piece of metal off of your body – it will be hard to cut it off so it’s close to your family jewels. This way you will never forget what some tall skinny foreigner did to your bar and your gun. I will be back some day to check in on you and your friends, here. You will never know when I am going to visit, but I will be back to make sure you have made this a place where all are welcome. If I do not see men of all shapes and sizes here I promise you I will not leave one brick of the place un-crushed. Do you understand me, my good fellow? No need to use words to answer. If you get what I am saying just shoot your load in response.”
And as if on cue in a movie, the cashier began to have a powerful orgasm. Henry released the man’s body as it began to shake violently and the guy simply sank to his knees – overcome by the power of his ejaculation. Henry’s strength and warning had been too much. The poor man knew that the Brit could certainly follow through on everything he threatened – and that had thrilled him to no end. Even though the bar was his pride and joy the thought of seeing Henry tear the building apart with his bare hands had been too much to handle. As soon as his cock finished spewing every ounce of cum in his body, the weakened man fell over and immediately went to sleep.
Mason surveyed the room and realized that most of the patrons were either on the floor unconscious, had fled the scene when they saw what Henry was capable or, or now had their dicks out of their pants and were beating themselves off because of the incredible display of strength. The soon-to-be muscle daddy also noticed three guys in the corner of the bar making out like a trio of horny high school students. As he stared at the group he noticed one of them was George, the pilot that had brought them to the island. Mason tapped Harry on the arm and caught Henry’s attention, pointing them in the direction of George and the two huge bodybuilders he was making out with on a large sofa. The three guys walked in the direction of the snogging session. The crowd in the bar parted like the Red Sea for Moses as Henry walked through. When they got a couple of feet from the ménage-a-trois, Mason cleared his throat loudly. No one in the make-out group noticed.
“George!” Mason cried out loudly, causing the pilot to suddenly stop his interplay with the two huge studs and look up.
“Hey guys, when did you get here?” George asked.
“We’ve been here a while, pup,” Mason answered and he was suddenly hit by a wave of something that could only be described as animalistic desire – and its focus was clearly emanating from George.
“George, it’s me, Harry Winsor. Have you missed everything that just happened?” asked the now college-boy-looking Harry.
“Hey, you look great, Harry. What things you talking . . .” began George, but once he glanced around the room he stopped in mid-sentence. After taking it all in, he looked back up at Harry and added, “Wow, what army came through here?”
“Henry, our army of one,” Harry answered.
Suddenly, Henry reached down and grabbed both bodybuilders beside George by the front of their shirts and jackets. With a little backhanded toss he sent both big men soaring through the air and into the crowd that had gathered behind the group of friends. He then leaned down toward George, placing his arms on either side of the pilot’s head.
“Hey, Henry, what was that all about?” Harry asked as he reached out and tried in vain to pull the Brit’s immovable body back.
Suddenly Henry brought his lips against George’s mouth and started kissing him passionately. At the same time Mason moved onto the sofa and brought his lips to George’s shirt covered chest. He instantly began to suck hard on the guy’s nipple. Both men were oblivious to anything else but George.
“Hey guys, come on,” Harry cried out, “what’s wrong with you two.”
“It’s not their fault,” explained George, as Henry moved his lips to the guy’s neck. “It seems part of my fantasy was to make myself irresistible to bodybuilders and huge men. It’s probably because of what they are going to become. Hey, I wonder why you aren’t overcome with attraction to me. You’re huge!”
“I’m guessing it’s because I’ve only changed on the outside,” replied Harry. “The insides are going to change tonight. I also have a funny feeling we’re getting close to the magical hour. We need to get back to the bungalows. Any chance you can turn off your animal magnetism just long enough for us to get home?”
“Sure. I can control it,” answered George, as he closed his eyes for a few seconds and then reopened them.
Suddenly, Mason and Henry both stopped their kissing assault on the pilot’s body and looked at each other. They then stood up and looked at the other two men. George stood up, too. There was a slight awkward pause and then Mason spoke.
“Damn, that was hot!” he exclaimed. “I’m hornier than a Texas rancher in a whore house after a two-month ride. Why don’t we head back to the chateau and have ourselves a little four-way? What do you say, pups?”
Henry did not wait for anyone’s answer. He merely reached out and wrapped his long skinny arms around the other three men and easily lifted them off the floor. As he quickly moved all of them through the bar he knocked down many chairs and numerous patrons – so intent was he on only two things after the group got back to the bungalows: first there’d be incredible sex and then they’d all get to watch the final awesome changes to their bodies.