Old Man Stevens 6
Neither Bud nor I immediately moved after hearing the police knock on the door. Someone had obviously complained about the noise the big guy had created when he was putting his fist through the wall to make a new and improved archway into the den. We both knew it was Jenkins, the man who lived in the apartment below, that had called the cops. I began to get excited about what feats of strength Bud might perform to get back at Jenkins. Earlier, he had said that he might fold Jenkins’ car up to the size of a suitcase – now that would be fun to watch. The police banged on the door again and I was brought back from my muscleman fantasies to the present moment. It dawned on me that Bud wasn’t too concerned about Jenkins right now; it was pretty obvious that there would be tons of time for payback later. At this moment, however, the monstrous guy in front of me was looking in my direction and smiling broadly.
“This could be fun,” he said laughing, causing my cock to shoot completely hard again. “You answer the door and call me in when you need some back up. Make sure you watch their reaction when I walk in. Remember what I said before, about how men first feel completely powerless when they see me, but then it quickly starts moving towards lust or a desire to worship my body? Watch these guys go through the stages of shock and desire just from being around your old man Stevens, here. You’ll see how these muscles make any grown man lose control. I’ll be in the den, just call me when you are ready.”
My mind was racing like I was on speed. I couldn’t begin to fathom what seeing Mr. Stevens walk into the hallway was going to do to these police officers. I suddenly cared only about watching how my muscled, older boyfriend could make men desire his body and beg for feats of strength. Somehow, I knew watching other men “get off” from being around Bud was going to excite me even more than I already was – it was like I was a kid sharing some incredible dessert with my best friends. I was ready to see other men add their cum-cream to this huge muscleman dessert. After Bud stepped into the den, I walked down the hall and opened the door.
Just days ago the bodies of the two policemen standing at my door would have made my cock grow hard just from stealing a glance at them. They both filled out their uniforms nicely, even though one seemed to have what people might describe as a hard “roid gut.” Their beefy arms pressed against the fabric of their short sleeves and both guys had a couple of buttons undone on the front of their shirt to show off some hefty pecs. Cockiness and testosterone oozed out from the older of the two – the one with the gut. He had the kind of attitude that I usually found such a turn on, but that was all before Mr. Stevens had been changed. I instantly realized two important things about these guys now that I had a real muscle-beast as a boyfriend. First of all, these guys weren’t big – they didn’t even come close to knowing what big was. Bud was probably a half of foot taller than these big men and packed with about a hundred pounds of more hardened muscle. Up until my blood transfusion had made Bud grow, I would have viewed these two guys as the epitome of manliness, but over the last twelve hours I had come in contact with a real muscle-god. Usually, guys like this would have intimidated me - even as they turned me on - but not now. I knew the big guns on Bud Stevens in the other room were one hundred times more impressive than the arms of these two guys put together. Hell, Bud’s arms were more impressive that the real guns that were strapped to these two guy’s waists. I began to get excited about what Bud might be able to do with the two pistols. The second thing that I realized about these guys was that their cocky attitudes were basically fake ones. Now that I had experienced how Bud’s monstrous muscles enabled him to be confident without being overbearing and how a certain sweetness and gentleness came through because he knew he was basically everything I had ever dreamed of having in a man, I could easily see through these guys’ tough exterior. They were both suffering from low self-esteem. They pumped up their bodies and chose to wear uniforms in hopes of hiding insecurities that had existed since childhood. This simply didn’t exist with the alpha-male down the hall in the den. Bud could sense instinctively how unstoppable he truly was, but that merely made him more aware of other people’s desires and needs. It didn’t make him cocky or mean, unless those were the attitudes someone chose to shove in his face. I realized that Bud was completely free to be whatever someone wanted him to be. There was no attitude with my humongous boyfriend. He was simply who he was through and through. This realization freed me up to not be intimidated by the men in front of me. I could not wait to introduce these two guys to a man that was beyond their deepest fantasies. I couldn’t wait to see how Bud was going to make these guys shoot buckets of cum.
“Hello officers,” I said, after opening the door. “Is there something wrong?”
“Yeah, are you Mr. Stevens?” the older cop asked, inflating his chest a little in an attempt to make me nervous. The guy wanted to establish immediately that he was in charge.
“No, sir. He’s my boyfriend,” I answered. I couldn’t believe I had spoken these words so easily. I never flaunted the fact that I was gay before – as a matter of fact I usually tried to hide it. Just knowing what was down the hall made me more confident and proud. I could have cared less what these guys thought.
“Your boyfriend, huh,” said roid gut, turning to smile at his partner in a disapproving way. “Well we got a complaint about some noise. Someone said it sounded like a demolition crew was tearing the place down. What gives, little man?”
I could tell the other cop didn’t appreciate his partner’s attitude toward me. I sensed immediately that the younger, more built guy was less cocky. I also realized that he was going to enjoy Mr. Stevens in a totally different way than his partner. I had a funny feeling that this muscled cop might have more in common with me than the guy at his side. He didn’t need to worry, though; I wasn’t intimidated by the older cop’s remark. It somehow felt like the cocky cop was happy because he had a pair of aces in a poker game we were playing, but I knew I had a royal flush down the hall in the den. He could have called me any name in the book and it wouldn’t have mattered. I knew he was going to feel like a “little man,” himself, as soon as Bud came into view. The anticipation of that moment was making my hard cock leak a little pre-cum. My blossoming confidence, caused by my boyfriend Bud, even allowed me to not hide the raging hard-on pressing against my sweats. As a matter of fact, I kind of flaunted it. The older cop noticed my hard piece of meat and made a disgusted face. At the same time, though, I realized that he also assumed I was hard because I liked his body. He had no idea of what was really making my cock throb, but he was to find out soon enough.
“Well, officer, we actually are renovating our place, now that you mention it. Sorry about the noise, but when your tearing down a wall it’s going to be a little noisy.” I smiled confidently.
“I’m sure you are aware that there are required permits that must be submitted to the owner of the building when construction crews and machinery are used in one of the units,” said the younger officer politely. I immediately liked him. I hoped that Bud would take the time to grant him some special favors when we moved to fulfilling fantasies.
“We aren’t using any machines and we certainly don’t need a crew of men when I’m around,” said a deep voice behind me.
I forced myself to not turn around at the sound of Bud’s voice. I wanted to watch the reactions of these two men closely. I wanted to document, in my mind, the stages of awareness both guys went through after their first glance of the muscle monster behind me. Everything seemed to move in slow motion from that moment on. I watched as both men looked from me to where the man, that was speaking, stood. I also watched as their eyes had to move even higher than they anticipated in order to see Bud’s face. The older cop’s eyes shot wide with a look that was mixed with fear and an awareness of inadequacy. I quickly glanced at his crotch and watched, as the substantial piece of meat seemed to deflate. I kid you not, the guy’s cock shriveled up. Bud had been right – the initial reaction of some men to his huge body was to immediately register how puny they were compared to him. I looked at the younger cop’s face and saw that his eyes were open wide, but for an entirely different reason. His face clearly was full of instant lust and an awareness that he was in the presence of an alpha-muscle-daddy. I looked at his crotch and watched his cock grow to three times its original size in just two seconds. The younger dude had a very impressive dick and I suddenly realized he was intensely into muscle, just like me.
“Fuck me,” was the only thing the older cop could think of to say.
“Maybe later, officer,” Bud replied as he moved down the hall and stood behind me. I could see the heads of both cops tilt upward to continue looking at Bud’s face. Well one head tilted up. The younger cop continued to stare at the chest behind my head. I could see he clearly didn’t believe it was possible that someone like Bud existed. That’s when I noticed that the younger cop was shaking. It wasn’t out of fear, it was clearly because he was lusting uncontrollably for the older muscle stud behind me.
“Clubs,” yelled the older cop, suddenly. He had gained enough control over himself to bark out an order to his partner. Both cops quickly pulled out the heavy night-sticks at their side.
Before anyone knew what was happening, Bud reached around me and grabbed both wooden batons from the officers. The big guy brought the clubs together and held them in his big paws right in between the cops and myself. I knew what he intended to do before it even began to register with the two guys at the door.
“There’s no need for these officers. Besides, they’d really have no impact on me whatsoever.” Bud’s words were interrupted by the sound of wood cracking. I saw the two officers jump a little when they heard the loud snap and watched as Bud easily broke the doubled up batons in his hands. “They really don’t make these things like they used to, do they?” Bud took the four pieces of the batons and put them into a bundle again. He held them with his giant hands and the officers and myself watched as his forearms burst into layers of thick veins and bulging muscle while he easily snapped the four pieces again. It was as simple as breaking toothpicks to the big guy behind me. Bud then simply let the remaining splinters of wood to fall to the floor. He dusted off his hands in front of me and my gaze went back to the policemen.
The first thing I noticed was that both men’s mouths were wide open in amazement. The older cop had a look on his face that made it obvious he was moving from a feeling of inadequacy to a place of sheer admiration of the bigger man’s strength. It was like when an athlete concedes to a stronger opponent. It was obvious that the guy with the roid gut knew who the alpha male was in this situation. I looked back down at his crotch and saw that his cock was rock hard. Bud’s comment that men would move from feeling inadequate to being in awe of his body and his strength was true. The older cop’s cock couldn’t help itself from acknowledging the power and beauty of the muscle-god standing before it. Looking down I also noticed a wet spot growing at the crotch in the dark fabric of the younger cop’s pants. The muscle worshipper had obviously lost his load of cum from Bud’s display of power. I turned my gaze to his face and saw one of the largest grins I have ever seen. The guy was in muscle heaven. He simply continued to stare at Bud’s beautiful, humongous upper body.
“Gentlemen, where are our manners,” Bud said, reaching out and grabbing the front of both officers’ shirts. He pulled them roughly through the doorway, causing the big guys to grunt in pain because of the tight fit, and into the hallway, so that I was trapped between the two big guys and the even bigger man behind me. Bud wrapped his arms around the back of their heads and pulled their faces to his monstrous pecs. Both men immediately opened their mouths and I watched as they kissed and licked the tight skin of Bud’s rock-hard chest. Bud reached up and pushed the front door closed. He then reached down and wrapped his beefy arms around the backs of the officers. He pulled the guys tightly into his body, squeezing me between their muscled bodies and his own marble-like torso. I immediately noticed that the hard bodies of the well-built officers didn’t come close to matching what Bud’s chest, abs, and arms felt like around me. It felt like the difference between a feather pillow and a slab of concrete. I knew the two guys in front of me had nice builds, but they didn’t come close to feeling like the perfect, hard, muscled beef of my old man Stevens. Bud easily lifted the three of us into the air. I found it hard to breathe because he was squeezing us so tight, but I didn’t care. The knowledge that the feet of all three of us smaller men were about a foot off the ground and that Bud was carrying us as if we weighed nothing was far more exciting that getting air into my lungs. Bud carefully turned around in the hall and started toward the den. As we moved down the hall I felt the hard pricks of both officers pressing against my body. I could also feel the wetness of the younger cops’ cum-filled crotch. Both men continued to suck loudly on Bud’s chest as we moved into the open area of the den. “In here we’ll have a little more room to play, don’t you think?” asked Bud as he dropped all of us back to the floor. Both men moaned a little as Bud stepped away and caused them to end their chest sucking session. They continued, however, to stare at the huge naked man in front of them.
“There’s no fucking way,” mumbled the older cop in a voice that dripped with unbelief. “You can’t be real.”
“Oh, I assure you, officer . . .” Bud started to answer, but wanted to find out our guests names.
“Please just call me Derek,” answered the man.
“What a manly name,” Bud said teasingly. “I assure you, Derek, that all of this body in front of you is quite real and extremely strong. You see the remains of that wall over there?” The giant man nodded his head toward the rubble on the floor and the gaping opening above it. Both officers glanced in that direction. “The only tools we needed for that simple job were these two powerful, sledge-hammered fists.” With that comment, Bud raised his giant arms into a double biceps pose. Both men turned back to look at my older boyfriend and the younger policeman’s body went completely rigid and then his stomach started pumping in and out and his legs shook uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe it; the poor guy was shooting another load of cum into his pants. He cried out as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Derek, on the other hand, was completely wrapped up in the unbelievable power that existed just in Bud’s massive arms. It made sense that this cocky, big man was turned on by some other guy’s strength; it was like he automatically knew to succumb to the dominant alpha-male. At the same time, though, he wanted to experience Bud’s fucking super strength first hand. I don’t think Derek actually needed proof that Bud was capable of mind-blowing feats of strength, he could sense the abilities of the monstrous body in front of him, but I do believe he wanted to release his building load of cum while watching Bud show off his power. I was pretty impressed that the older cop hadn’t ejaculated, yet.
“God, please sir,” Derek took a few steps forward as he spoke, “I gotta see what those arms can do. Please show me your fucking power. I’m begging you, please.”
“Of course, little man, of course. Please call me Bud, and this is my boyfriend, Connor. And who might you be?” Stevens asked turning to look at the younger cop who was still visibly shaking from his orgasm.
“My name is . . . my name is . . .” mumbled the poor guy, but he was obviously so in shock that he couldn’t remember his name.
“His name is Bennett, but we all call him Pretty Boy,” Derek answered.
“And I can see why,” answered Bud. “Bennett, you just stand there for a few minutes, okay? Derek and I are going to have a little fun right now and then we’ll move on to fulfilling any fantasies you might have concerning my big body. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Bud,” was all Bennett was able to get out and it was barely a whisper.
“Let’s take a look and see what we can do for you Derek,” said Bud as he walked over to the older cop, slid his huge hands into the guy’s armpits, and lifted him into the air. Bud lifted the shocked cop high over his head, having to bend his arms a little so the guy’s head didn’t hit the ceiling. Bud pressed Derek’s back into the white plastered ceiling and then moved one hand onto his chest, easily holding his body in place. “Hey, Derek, you might want to put on a little weight. It’s nothing for me lift you with one hand.” To emphasize the point, Bud lowered Derek’s body and pushed it back up a few times - using only his left arm.
“Fucking shit, that’s impossible. I weigh close to three hundred ponds,” shouted the overwhelmed officer. “Your fucking arm must have more power than my entire body!”
“And then some, my good friend, and then some,” replied Bud. “Ah, I see something that might impress you even more, Officer Derek.” Bud lowered the excited cop down to the floor. At first I wasn’t sure if Derek was going to be able to stand by himself, he was that shaken by the incredible power in Bud’s one arm. Bud, however, didn’t let go of the man until he was calm enough to stand on his own. “Let’s have a little fun with your revolver, shall we? Why don’t you hand big Bud that shiny piece of metal and I’ll show off a little.”
Derek didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled out his official police revolver and handed it to Bud quickly. I don’t know types of guns at all, but the thing looked pretty big until it was in Bud’s giant hand. Bud opened the barrel and let the bullets drop into his palm. He placed the gun on a table near him.
“Let’s start with these shall we? I want to try something with a couple of the bullets.” Bud took one of the bullets and put it in his mouth. He then took a second one and did the same. He kept his mouth slightly open and the three of us watched as he held them between his teeth on either side. Once they were in place he closed his mouth and bit down. There was a loud popping sound from his mouth and then Bud parted his lips slightly, letting smoke escape. He then opened his mouth wider and allowed the flattened lead bullets to fall into his open hand. The strength of just his jaw had crushed the entire mechanisms of the bullets – the cartridge, the bullet itself, and the rim. The gunpowder or cordite, whichever had been used to make these things, was not strong enough to force the bullets from between his teeth before he flattened them.
“Aw, fuck, no way,” exclaimed the completely aroused Derek. He reached down and started pressing his right palm up and down his hard cock through his pants. “That’s fucking unbelievable, Bud. You gotta do more. Come on, I need to see more of your strength.”
“Of course, my good man, of course,” answered Bud. “Watch this.”
Bud held the remaining bullets in his other palm. He raised his hand even with Derek’s face and then closed his huge fingers around the small pile. We all held our breath as Bud squeezed his fist together. Again, there was a muffled loud crack and then smoke seeped through Bud’s fingers into the room. He opened his hand and there was nothing but a mangled piece of metal in the middle of his palm. I noticed immediately that the imprint of his fingers were clear in the mass of metal that used to be bullets. Bud turned his hand and let the small clump fall to the ground. It made a substantial thud, as if to prove to us it was real metal. None of us doubted it at all.
“Oh my fucking goodness,” was all Derek could say. He glanced down at the mangled mass of bullets and then returned his gaze to Bud. His face had a pleading look that reminded me of a small child begging for ice cream. Bud knew what Derek wanted and he was not going to disappoint him.
Bud reached down and picked up the revolver off the table. He lifted it to our eye level. Derek moaned out loud and, at the same time, he undid his belt, forced his zipper down and moved his hand around his hard cock - pumping it up and down quickly. He knew, instinctively, what was coming next. I was sure I knew, as well.
“I don’t know much about guns, Derek, but this looks like a nice one. What a long hard barrel.” Bud was getting off on teasing Derek. The big man’s equally huge cock was starting to rise. I noticed that Bennett no longer cared what Bud’s strong hands were capable of doing, he was staring only at the thickening tool below the big man’s perfect abs. Bennett had also pulled out his own cock and was starting to stroke it slowly. I was very impressed with the size of Pretty Boy’s rod. I began to look forward to Bud fulfilling whatever fantasy filled that pretty head, because I knew it was going to be good. Bud began to talk again and this made me turn back to him. “It looks like this handle isn’t made too well, though, Derek. See how easily it can snap off.”
Bud had only his right thumb and forefinger on the handle of the gun, while he held the long barrel with is left hand. We all watched closely as Bud tightened just those two fingers and the handle suddenly shattered into small pieces that flew everywhere. I had no idea what kind of material was used to make that part of the gun, but whatever it was it could not withstand the force of Bud’s powerful fingers. Derek’s legs began to wobble as soon as the handle of the gun disintegrated. He continued to pump his hard cock and I knew he was close to losing control. Bud must have sensed it, as well. He took the remaining part of the gun – the long metal barrel and the body – and held it between his open palms. He then made sure he held it close to Derek’s face. Bud then began to push the gun in on itself, like those huge machines that compress cars. The sound of metal being manhandled screeched throughout the room. We watched as Bud slowly brought his hands closer together and crushed the metal revolver as if it were a Styrofoam cup. Derek began to moan loudly as he stared at the two giant hands demolishing his gun so easily. I knew, without even looking, that Bennett was still watching Bud’s giant cock as it began to stick straight up. Bud was getting excited by his own display of power as much as we were. Finally, Bud’s two palms met each other, and he clasped his fingers together as he began to work the mangled piece of metal between his hands. He finally opened his hands and, instead of a gun, we all saw a thin flat piece of metal. Bud blew on the slab of steel lightly, and I realized that manipulating it like he had probably made it very hot. He then took the warm piece of metal and reached over to place it against Derek’s cheek. As soon as Bud’s big hand and the demolished gun touched Derek’s face, the poor cop’s cock began to shoot. Thick ropes of cum shot into the air between the two men and fell to the floor. Derek screamed with each ejaculation and I laughed at the thought that these guys were called because of a complaint about noise. Mr. Jenkins would probably be wondering what was going on above him right now. He would have died if he actually knew. Bud kept the flattened gun against Derek’s face during his entire orgasm – partly to give Derek’s body some support. When the older cop’s body finally calmed down and his breathing returned to normal, Bud pulled his hand away and began to roll the piece of metal into a thin tube-like strip. Derek simply watched as the monstrous man manipulated the steel like it was clay. Finally, Bud was pleased with his work. He took the metal and bent it into a semi-circle – as if he had made a bracelet. He then reached down and grabbed Derek’s large balls, lifting them up. Derek gasped when the big man’s hand touched him and his softening cock went immediately hard again. Bud took the horseshoe shaped piece of metal and slid it up behind Derek’s balls. It was obvious now that he had made a thick cock ring from Derek’s old pistol. He bent the metal until the tips met and then he squeezed them together. I could tell that Derek loved the way the metal felt against his balls and the base of his cock. Bud pulled his hands away, but Derek’s rod continued to stand straight up.
“Yeah, that should keep you hard for a few days,” Bud said smiling at the older cop. “Not only because of the feeling that the metal gives your cock, but also because you’ll remember what these big muscles did to your gun. I’m not even sweating, Officer Derek. This is child’s play for me. What we need to do is go out and find a tank that I could demolish, don’t you think? Now that would make a fun cock ring, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. I’m going to shoot again!” And with that Derek’s hard cock started to spew cum a second time. I could tell that the officer’s quick recovery from his first orgasm and then this offering of fresh man-juice impressed even Bud Stevens. I know I was amazed at how much more semen his cock was able to send out into the room. Finally, Derek’s geyser ended its explosion and he just stood there – exhausted, but totally happy. His poor cock was still rock hard, like he had taken a full bottle of Viagra. It was clear he was too spent to even speak. He just stared at Bud with eyes of gratitude and lust. Stevens turned toward Bennett and was happy to see that the younger policeman had refrained from shooting his load during the recent display of strength. Bud also smiled because he realized that Pretty Boy could not take his eyes off of the monster cock sticking up against Bud’s chiseled abs.
“So, Bennett, my friend, I see you’re into big cocks,” Bud said cheerfully. Bennett just nodded his head as he continued to stare at Bud’s humongous piece of hard meat. “Ever see one this big, little fellow?”
“No sir,” replied Bennett as he licked his lips.
“That pretty ass of yours isn’t virgin is it, Bennett?” Bud asked and I could tell he was trying to figure out if the big, young officer could take his entire giant prick.
“No sir,” snapped back Bennett, as if he was very proud of his answer.
“Is it your desire that old man Stevens, here, would plow that ass of yours?” Bud asked hopefully.
“No sir,” came Bennett’s reply and I could tell that Bud was disappointed. I knew the big guy would never take anyone forcibly. I felt sorry for my huge boyfriend, but then Bennett’s voice spoke clearly, saying, “It’s much more than a desire, sir. It’s as if my life depended on it. I know I can take all of it, Bud.” I could hear the pride in Bennett’s words. “But there’s one thing that would make me even happier.”
“Well spit it out boy,” yelled Bud. I could tell he was freakishly excited because he was going to get to plow another big man’s ass like he had done to Rocky earlier. Bennett didn’t speak. It was obvious that he didn’t want to say out loud what he desired. Bud walked over to the younger cop, grabbed him under his arms, and lifted him into the air like he had done to Derek. “Hell, son, you can whisper it into your muscle-daddy’s ear.” Bud brought the excited cop to the side of his face and Bennett whispered something to my boyfriend. Whatever he said made Bud laugh out loud. “My God, son, you are one nasty little cop, aren’t you. I think we can make that fantasy come true without any problem. This will definitely be a first for me, but I know we’re both going to like it a lot.”
I could not wait to find out what they were talking about. My curiosity was even overpowering my desire for orgasm. I suddenly became aware of the fact that I had not shot my load yet. Even in the midst of Bud’s display of power, I was able to refrain from ejaculating. I knew, deep down, that I was waiting until Bud and I were alone again. He desired me to keep moving to the brink of release and then backing off, so my eventual eruption would be gigantic – and I wanted to make it happen for him. I wanted to please this man as much as he was pleasing me. He had the fucking strong body, but I had an equally strong will power. I knew that when it came to pleasing my huge elder boyfriend, I could even make my body save its pleasure juice. I couldn’t wait to share that moment with Bud. My mind came back to the present moment. I watched Bud place Bennett back down on the floor. Bud grabbed the lapels of the officer’s shirt and easily ripped it off his body in one quick tug.
“Daayum, boy, you have one fine body,” Bud said as he ran his hands over the muscled chest of the younger officer. I noticed Bennett’s face turned red with embarrassment. I’m sure it was because he didn’t feel as proud of his body as he used to – since he was now standing next to Bud Stevens. He did, however, have a well-developed body. After kicking off his shoes, he pulled his pants off and I saw that his legs were solid, as well. The younger officer now stood there completely naked. “Hey, Derek, why don’t you peel off your clothes, as well.” The older officer didn’t respond directly, but he did begin to undress. I could tell Derek was still a little shell-shocked from his earlier encounter with Bud. The revolver-turned-into-a-cock ring was still doing its job, because Derek’s dick was rock hard. Bud whistled loudly when Derek was completely nude. “Derek, you’ve got a pretty nice body too - for an older man. I’m about forty years older than you, though, buddy - so my body is what you need to set as your ultimate goal.” Bud was running his hands over his monstrous upper body and laughing hard. “I hate to tell you this, gentlemen, but I don’t think you’ll ever catch up with this old man’s body. What do you think, Connor?”
“Quit teasing the boys, Bud,” I said smiling. “Just because you’re bigger than the three of us put together, doesn’t give you the right to pick on anyone.”
“No, but being stronger than about one hundred of you guys put together does give me the right, doesn’t it?” the big man asked, winking at me.
“No, it just means nothing on earth is going to be able to prevent you from doing anything you want to,” I said, winking back.
“That’s right, little boyfriend, that’s right. So, Mr. Bennett,” Bud said turning to the officer, “shall we get down to business?” The big man then spit in his hand and rubbed it all over his giant cock.
“Yes sir,” replied Bennett, as he turned around and bent over. I noticed that he was shaking – either from excitement about getting plowed or nervousness about the size of Bud’s cock. Or, it could have been a mixture of both things – who knows. Bud stepped up behind Bennett, grabbed him with his big hands firmly at the waist, and pressed the tip of his monstrous cock against Bennett’s asshole.
“You want it slow and easy or fast and deep, big guy?” asked Bud as he teasingly pushed his cock against the inviting hole of Bennett.
“Fast and…” began the young officer, but he was interrupted because the answer had been the one that Bud Stevens wanted to hear.
Suddenly, with the force of some crazed superman, the giant shoved his entire cock into the tight ass in front of him. The shock of having something so large crammed into his sphincter so quickly caused Bennett to stand straight up. He screamed like a wild animal that had been shot. I heard the muscled crotch of Bud slam hard against the cop’s ass. I could not fathom anyone being able to take Bud’s entire dick into his body, but I also could not believe that someone could take all of it so quickly. It was then that I realized that Bennett’s feet were no longer on the floor. The strength of Bud’s cock had lifted the muscled officer into the air and he simply dangled there, pierced by something that probably came halfway up his insides. Bud just stood there motionless. He wanted to give Bennett’s body a few minutes to get used to the monstrous intrusion. Bennett’s scream had ended and I could tell he was quickly moving from a place of pain to a deep satisfaction. Bud still gripped Bennett’s waist. I realized that my boyfriend was partially holding the officer in the air with his strong hands. Bud was slowly releasing his grip so that Bennett’s full weight shoved him down harder on the giant cock inside of him.
“More, sir,” whispered Bennett. “Please let go completely.” Bud smiled behind the officer and took his hands from the guy’s waist. I gasped out loud as I realized that Bennett was now being held in the air by just Bud’s big cock. It was an amazing sight. Suddenly, a look of complete calmness came over the younger man’s face. I knew he had moved past the pain and was now wrapped up in the ecstasy of being fucked by a monster dick.
Bud began to pulse his crotch slightly and I watched Bennett’s body bounce up and down the telephone pole that harpooned his ass. The young man began to coo like a small child and I laughed a little. The view from the side did remind me of a dad carrying his son in a Baby Bjorn. Some movement beside me made me turn and I saw that Derek was again pumping his cock as he watched his partner being fucked inches off the floor.
“Looks like Derek wants in on the action,” Bud said turning his head. “Shall we fulfill that fantasy of yours, Bennett?”
“Yes, please,” replied the excited voice of Bennett.
If I had not seen what happened next, personally, I would have never believed it. Bud walked over beside Derek – with Bennett perfectly resting on his huge shaft. I blinked my eyes to make sure it was really happening. Bud walked normally – as if the two hundred and something added pounds didn’t affect him or his cock at all. I could not begin to comprehend the power his dick possessed. Then, as if to mock my disbelief even more, Bud bent his knees slightly, and grabbed the older officer at the waist. It slowly dawned on me what was about to happen and I stood there dumbfounded. Bud stood up again and easily lifted the bulky older officer into the air. It was then that Derek realized what was happening, too.
“Aw, fucking hell, yes,” he cried out in joyful anticipation. I was pretty sure this was going to be the first time the older officer was ever fucked, but the display of power from my huge boyfriend made Derek want it more than anything else in the world. As Bud easily maneuvered Derek’s body in the air, Bennett placed his hard cock, which was leaking tons of pre-cum because of what was about to happen, between the ass cheeks of his partner.
“You want it slow and easy or fast and deep, big guy?” Bud asked, repeating the question from earlier.
“Fast and…” began Derek, but, again, it was the answer Bud had wished for. Hell, I think it was the answer everyone in the room wished for. With just the incredible and endless strength of his arms, Bud pulled the older cop’s body downward, causing Bennett’s hard cock to penetrate the virgin ass on top of him. Derek let out the loudest scream of the day and I knew, instantly, that he was going to have trouble walking for at least a week.
No one moved. I don’t think anyone even breathed. Derek’s scream seemed to echo in the room for a few minutes. I just stood there, with my mouth wide open, as I gazed at the fucking incredible sight before me. Neither Derek’s nor Bennett’s feet were touching the floor. Bud held Derek in place with just his grip of the older officer’s waist. After waiting a little while so the two officers’ bodies could adjust, Bud leaned backwards. With just the mind-blowing strength of his legs and cock, the old man dropped his hands from Derek’s waist. I gasped out loud and my boyfriend looked over at me, smiling like a proud little boy. The humongous Mr. Stevens was supporting almost six hundred pounds with just his superhuman cock. He began to pulse his crotch again and both police officers began to moan in delight as they moved up and down. If I hadn’t known better I would have assumed that Bud’s monster piece of meat was actually inside both men. I was amazed at how much Derek was getting into the job Bennett’s cock was doing on his ass – due mainly to Bud’s slight thrusts. I suddenly longed to be in the younger officer’s position – with a huge piece of meat filling my ass and my cock plowing someone else at the same time. So this had been Bennett’s fantasy. No wonder Bud called him a nasty little cop. It was obvious that Bennett had had the hots for his partner for a long time, but never dreamed of ever acting on those desires. When he met the fucking huge Mr. Stevens he suddenly realized that his fantasy was too small. Here was a muscle god that could magnify his dream into something far greater than he ever thought possible. Bennett was finally getting to fuck his partner, but they were also being held by the largest cock attached to the biggest muscle beast to ever walk the earth. They ceased to exist as individuals and magically became one because of the giant cock that held them in the air.
“It’s time for a little release, boys,” bellowed Bud as he wrapped his huge arms around both men, grabbing Derek tightly at the waist. Bud then stood straight up. Both cops still dangled a few inches above the ground. With a loud growl, Stevens pulled back his crotch and part of his dick slid from Bennett’s ass. He then slammed his cock back into the cop in front of him. This, in turn, caused Bennett’s cock to slam deeper into Derek’s ass. Both men cried out in pleasure at the same time.
“Yeah, fuck my virgin ass,” yelled Derek.
“Fuck me Bud, fuck me hard,” called out Bennett.
This was all the encouragement my big boyfriend needed. He held both men in place with just his arms, and then started to pound their asses relentlessly. Even though it was Bennett’s cock in Derek’s ass, it was really Bud fucking both of them. Bennett had no control over what he was doing, because the large piece of meat shoving into his ass forced him to go in an out of Derek’s butt whether he wanted to or not. Bennett was certainly not complaining. As a matter of fact, he was nearing the biggest orgasm of his life and he knew his partner was close to the same. The younger officer reached around the waist in front of him and grabbed hold of the thick cock ring that had been made from a revolver. Bud grunted and yelled loudly. We all knew he was about to spew like a broken fire hydrant. Every muscle in his body was glistening with a light sheen. I knew that Bud could keep this up all night, but it was clear he realized that the two officers were probably near the point of blacking out. I watched as Bud pulled his giant cock almost completely out of Bennett’s ass. At the same time he forced his crotch forward, he used his strong arms to pull both men towards him. I could tell how powerful the impact of his crotch hitting Bennett’s ass was – simply by the sound. All three men screamed in unison and the two smaller guys began to convulse uncontrollably. I could see that Bud’s giant cock was unloading an incredible amount of semen into Bennett’s chute because a bunch of it came shooting back out and fell to the floor. At the same time Derek’s hard cock shot its third load into the air. This time he spewed more cum than before. It sailed halfway across the room and fell on pieces of rubble from the demolished wall. As soon as the two officers’ orgasms ended they both passed out, but Bud continued to unload copious amounts of juice into Bennett’s ass. Finally, after what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, Bud’s cock stopped jerking inside of the cop. He turned to me and smiled.
“How are the boys?” he asked.
“Completely out,” I answered. “Good job.”
“Thanks, boss.” Bud said as he walked toward the couch. He carefully bent over and let the men slide onto the cushions. He was careful to not allow Bennett’s cock to slide from Derek’s ass. “I think it will be fun if they wake up this way, don’t you?” Bud was laughing and I joined in. He turned to face me and he looked unbelievable. “Well then, is it about time for me to give some release to my gorgeous boyfriend?”