Power Full
by Londonboy
I knew I could destroy the brick before I even picked it up. There was just something about the blood pumping through my veins now that always made it clear I had incredible . . . no, unbelievable strength. I reached down and lifted the red chunk of concrete from its stacked companions. For a second I actually felt sorry for the thing – knowing it was being randomly chosen from its friends just to be brutishly demolished. The thrill, however, of easily breaking apart something so solid overruled any unheeded regret. I gripped the long brick on both ends – my hands wrapped around the long block. Before I even did anything destructive the object felt fragile in my hands, merely because I knew what I was capable of. I started to get a little giddy, knowing I was going to crush a solid brick as if it were nothing more than a long-dead, dried-up leaf. As my fingers started squeezing inward I felt solid concrete begin to rearrange itself, out of desperation to adjust to sudden intense pressure. My thumb easily moved closer to my fingers, compressing the brick like it was soft dough. A loud cracking sound filled the room and I watched jagged lines instantly appear all over the side of the red square.
I don’t know what it is about strength that turns some people on so much, but I knew that I was definitely one of those power junkies. I imagined the brick screaming for mercy and I smiled deviously as I continued to crush the insignificant mass. My strong fingers squeezed harder and chunks of the solid redness disintegrated into smaller bits of sand simply because of the stress I created. The struggle to withstand my power was like an ant battling an army of elephants – there was simply no hope for the brick. I continued to get more excited as a sizeable piece of the crumbling brick broke off in my right hand. I immediately started squeezing tightly into a fist and loved watching dust and tiny grit seeping out between my fingers and falling to the floor. I again imagined the chunk of brick screaming for me to stop, while I continued to crush it into nothingness. I flattened my palm and almost squealed out in joy when I saw nothing remained in my hand except some brown colored residue, as if I had accidently rubbed my skin against dirt. A chunk of concrete . . . of rock . . . had once existed in my hand, but I had easily annihilated it with only the power in that part of my body. I stared at the tiny flecks of dust that fell from my fingers to the ground, marveling at my recently gained strength. It took no effort at all to turn something that held buildings together into nothing more than sand and that made me excited about all the other destructive things I knew I could do. Those thoughts were only interrupted when I remembered that some of the brick was still gripped by my other hand.
I looked at the pathetic delicate lump of jagged brick resting in my upturned palm. I brought my other open hand to the small mass and trapped it between my powerful open paws. I then started pressing my palms together – this time keeping the brick visible the entire time. I was still sometimes shocked by the strength that now existed in my body. I was pushing into the brick from both sides and the thing was crumbling in on itself, unable to withstand the force my palms were creating. Right before my eyes the hardness of the concrete was being turned into tiny specks of sand simply because the pressure I made was too much. I smiled as the brick’s size lessened by half, and then continued to fall to the ground as tiny flecks until nothing remained. I was like some kind of muscled magician that made things disappear, just from my super strength. The only thing that was left of the original brick was a small scattering of sand on the ground. I looked at my hands and felt my cock tighten up even more as I contemplated what I had just done. I blew the remaining particles of the annihilated brick from my palms and smiled, satisfied by my own super abilities.
As always, though, once I did something truly powerful, I wanted to immediately do something else to show off my strength even more. I reached down and grabbed two more unsuspecting bricks – one in each hand. I held them in the air, flexing my biceps as I crunched down on the stone squares with my powerful fingers. Each brick instantly shattered into tiny fragments, this time I didn’t use my power slowly since I craved to feel the destruction instantaneously – to make it like they had been blown into smithereens by dynamite. Bits of the brick flew everywhere – raining down like a dust storm. The combination of the sound, the feeling of my fingers causing total obliteration so easily, and the sight of bricks being reduced to pebble-like rubble instantly caused my body to go into excitement overload. My lust for my own power was like an uncontrollable addiction. I knew I was capable of much more impressive feats of strength, but it was the simple ones – the ones that seemed to be just beyond the abilities of normal men – that got me juiced up with sexual pleasure the most. I think my excitement came from the idea that other people would be completely shocked at my abilities and all the time I’d know I was only using a fraction of my true power. It was cool to think that other men would be envious that I could crush bricks with my bare hands, but I would understand that I could actually crush tanks without using much more of my strength. Yeah, it was hot to use my muscle for some ‘just beyond normal’ act and have people get all impressed, and then blow their minds with something else that really proved my might. Sometimes, people even passed out from the shock of what I was capable of and that really turned me on. It was like Superman tearing apart a thick phone book or the Hulk rolling up a frying pan – impressive acts of force, but nothing compared to what really existed in their bodies. That’s how crushing bricks made me feel. People could tell I was powerful, mainly because I’m so fucking huge, but they still have no idea of my true strength. My hands were now completely empty – all evidence of the bricks completely gone.
There was, however, always this nagging feeling of wanting to do more – wanting to use more power. There was barely a moment during any day when I wasn’t doing something to emphasize my strength. Sometimes it was nothing more than inhaling deeply to make my chest expand and send one of the buttons on my shirt flying across the room – or making the entire row of plastic fastens pop off in a slow methodic row as I took deeper and deeper breaths. That was one of my personal favorite feats. Other times I just bent things – whatever might be easily accessible, the iron poker from the fireplace, a metal lampstand, one of the heavy wrenches from my tool chest, or whatever. It was just cool to sit there watching television and twisting things easily with my bare hands. I also lifted anything that seemed like it might test my strength – the back of a bus, two heavy armoires at the furniture store, or a bench at the park loaded with three grown men. Any chance I got to remind myself of just how strong I truly was became a way of getting my cock pumped with some extra excitement. There was only one thing hotter than doing something freaky with my strength, though, and that was noticing how my body astounded other people. My size always impressed the shit out of folks – they just aren’t used to being so close to so much muscle. I seem to take up all the available space in a room when I enter – even if it’s the size of a grand lobby at a hotel. It’s like becoming aware of when an elephant comes into the ring at a circus – even with just your peripheral vision you know something very large has just appeared. I haven’t always been this humongous, I mean I was pretty big all my life, but this freaky size and strength is fairly new. Let’s just say I’ve been enhanced by some good supplements and leave it at that. If I told the truth to anyone I’d have to kill him afterwards – and nobody wants that. I tower over most men – mainly because I’m now almost six seven. I also seem a lot taller because of my bulk – I’m packing four hundred and twenty-eight pounds of solid muscle. And when I say solid I actually mean solid as rock, or maybe even something much more harder than that.
There’s also nothing greater than peering over my massive pecs down at a smaller guy who’s looking up at me in shock. The poor dude is usually trying to hide his reaction, but his body just won’t let him – wide open mouth, huge eyes, hard cock, and usually he’s shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. That kind of intense response to my size is so satisfying, as well as addictive. I love watching my nipples start to poke out even further as the little man’s automatic reply to the hugeness in front of him turns me on. If I’m not wearing a shirt, it’s even sweeter because I can make my pecs swell up even larger with a long inhale and actually make the guy’s entire body disappear from sight – something I know gives the little dude a great thrill, too. My chest can balloon up enough to block my view from anything right in front of me – especially something as small as a normal guy. Looming over some other man like a gigantic mountain excites me almost as much as easily crushing bricks. Making a dude so nervous that he feels like pissing on himself – just from me standing there and being so big – is hot as hell. I love how my size can intimidate the crap out of a guy and I’m not even flexing or anything. It’s just that I dwarf him so much it almost scares the shit out of him.
Another favorite little trick of mine is to lightly bump into some guy with my massive jutting chest and send him flying to the ground. There’s just something about feeling my monstrous bulk not yield an inch in the abrupt connection and, yet, the smaller man bounces off hard – just from meeting something so dense and unmoving. The shock in the other man’s face is priceless – especially as he looks up and finally figures out what sent him rocketing to the floor. I then love to bend over, grab the dude under the arms, say I’m sorry, and then hoist him easily into the air. It’s this exact moment that makes my balls pump juice into my body with intense pleasure. I just absolutely love lifting a fully-grown man – especially a guy that is considered big by most standards - and notice how he feels as light as a small kitten in my grasp. This is usually when my sexual thirst for picking up guys aligns or doesn’t align with the other man’s desire for being lifted. If the dude immediately pops a huge boner – one that tents his crotch out in a more than obvious way - I then know I have a ‘lifting junkie’ in my strong hands and there’s nothing in the world that turns me on more than that.
I can crank my own mega cock to the edge of ejaculation for hours if I luck into some guy that fantasizes about being lifted by some humongous muscle man as much as I get pleasure from heaving a small dude around in my arms. I just love how this simple act emphasizes my power so effectively. Big men lifting other guys without any struggle at all seems to be a universal sign of virility and manliness. Sure it’s partially about fulfilling the other guy’s lifelong muscle dreams, but it’s also about the fact that I can haul some big guy’s body into the air with just one of my arms - without any problem. My cock will start leaking milky globules of testosterone-laden pre-cum as soon as I get the chance to execute a bunch of perfect repetitions with a dude’s body as if I were just playing around with some five-pound weights. To say the same leakage starts to happen for the poor guy being raised up and down is an understatement – usually they gush their first major load of what turns into a experience of multiple orgasms after the first trip into the air. I hit the jackpot once with this college jock that most people would have considered huge. He ended up having a major fetish about being lifted by a bigger man and I made all of his secret fantasies come true. We quickly graduated beyond me lifting him with one of my big arms, or me shoulder pressing his entire body over my head, and other things like that. He easily realized tossing his big frame around was a breeze for me and he wanted more – much more. He took advantage of the fact that I was more powerful than anyone he’d ever fantasized about. I started doing things like lifting him while he stretched out on his sofa, or on his workout bench while he lifted heavy weights, and even while he sat in his mini Cooper. The dude beat off something fierce each time I pressed him up and down in the air over and over – even having big mirrors put into his garage so he could watch me do it as he came multiple times. Like I said, lifting a dude just makes me horny as shit – mainly because it proves how much more power I have over the other man. Like I could lift him by the back of his pants when he tried to get away and watch his feet run wildly as he dangled in the air – now that’s some strength. Manhandling the poor guy so easily could make me sport a major hard-on quicker than anything. I think I love one-armed lifts the best, because they showed off my power even more.
All this thinking about lifting some big dude in the air, along with easily destroying bricks, was getting my juices flowing harder and healthier by the second. I was so turned on that I desperately needed to go show off my strength in bigger ways. I loved playing with my power by myself, but it didn’t come close to shocking some guy into total submission by blowing his mind from performing feats of strength that were easy for me, but beyond amazing to anyone else. It had only been a few months since I had taken the serum – there, I’ve said too much - that took me from a healthy fit guy of one-eighty pounds to this new behemoth of over four hundred. I had been working on the enhancement drug for years – desperate to make myself into my lifelong idol – the Hulk. I didn’t need to be green, but I wanted to be huge and powerful. I think there was a part of me that truly doubted I’d ever hit upon the right combination of ingredients to succeed, but the positive results were pretty obvious when I busted bricks with my bare hands or easily lifted cars over my head. The mere fact that most mirrors weren’t big enough to reflect my entire frame also confirmed my accomplishment. I needed to find windows or mirrors the size of entire walls to show off my new body. I was simply massive everywhere – beyond massive, in fact, to something almost freakish.
The growth has been intensely painful, but thankfully quick. I had blacked out mid-way through the change and when I had come to I was the size of a huge bull. I also came to realize I was as strong as a bunch of bulls put together. It took no time for me to get used to my new size and my new power. It was as if my subconscious always knew I would someday become this monstrous goliath. Ever since the change I constantly flex without even thinking about it. I find myself tensing my body and staring at myself in windows out in public all the time – usually attracting a small audience without even realizing it. I just can’t get enough of my massive muscles – or enough of the attention it garners from worshippers. It didn’t take me long to realize I had wanted this hulking body not only for myself, but for the millions of men out there that craved muscle. I wanted to be a fucking huge muscleman genie that was able to fulfill the fantasies and dreams of other guys. I wanted to be like a colossal Santa Claus who brought muscle presents to men everywhere. And all I asked in return was for guys to spew their seed in homage to my body and strength. It seemed that making men spew forth a huge load was the greatest reward I could receive. I loved it, especially, when I could make a poor worshipping dude gush out a long voluminous wad without even him or me touching his cock. To make a man’s body react without any self-stimulation brought me more pleasure than I could describe. It was just another sign of my body’s innate power.
Since crushing bricks and remembering my thirst for lifting grown men had only served to make me incredibly horny, I found myself walking the seedy parts of Santa Monica Boulevard at one in the morning, hoping to find a devoted worshipper I could bless with my huge and powerful giftedness. Long ago I had stumbled upon the fact that hustlers made the best devotees – mainly because they rarely got satisfied themselves, so some big man that wanted to please them always pumped them up more than most guys. Their line of work also kept them in great shape – an added benefit. There was also the fact that guys in this line of work certainly had no problem naming and claiming fantasies. There was something about fulfilling the dreams of guys that always did the same for other people that made me feel like a huge muscled Robin Hood or other good vigilante. There was also the challenge of making a guy who probably had already churned out two orgasms during the evening pump out a third, fourth, or sometimes fifth before the sun came up that excited me, too. I had left many a huge dudes totally spent and passed out on some hotel bed with the biggest smile on his face from an evening with me – and that definitely made having my massive body even more worth it. I had carefully chosen my outfit for my late night stroll – no shirt, tight denim unbuttoned shorts that hugged my ass like second skin, and heavy work boots. I, of course, wore no underwear since I wanted the thick fur of my pubes to stick out above the straining zipper. I could hear car breaks squealing on the street as my barely clothed humongous body – which couldn’t be missed – caused late night drivers to freak out and stop or hit something because they were suddenly focused only on me.
I wasn’t interested in the guys headed home from the clubs, though – the dudes willing to quickly dump the pretty-boy tricks they had picked up at the bar for the giant walking down the street. No, I was interested in the big packages selling themselves in the shadows of the boulevard. They were like me; aiming to please some guy and make all of his troubles disappear for an hour or so. I, however, was the servant to the servants. I wanted to use my size and power to re-ignite the dimming light in some hustler’s soul – a guy that has become jaded by turning tricks and had lost hope of ever being personally satisfied again. My presence usually caused great frustration in the community gathered in the shadows – every guy disappointed that someone so much bigger was infringing on their territory. They were also, however, frustrated by their own longing for my huge body – knowing that their goal was to gain some more customers before morning and not be excited by some other dude hustling for tricks. I loved how I could create such an intense conflict within a man’s body – deep longing and deep disdain at the exact same time.
I was impressed by what I saw up and down the short part of the boulevard I had chosen to peruse that night. There were some big guys harking their wares this particular evening – and then I remembered it was Friday night, the bewitching evening for hustlers hoping for what was known as a “weekend prince” – someone that invited you into his life until Monday morning. I did not hide in the shadows like most guys – I walked proudly and defiantly in the brightness of the streetlights. It had something to do with my size and strength – knowing I could easily out power even an entire SWAT team - but it also had something to do with wanting to allow everyone to see my full massive incredible muscled package. My body rippled and bulged without me even tensing a bit – it was just so tightly and thickly packed that any movement made me explode in sculpted perfection. Everyone on the street could sense my presence immediately and I wasn’t sure if it was because my huge body caused the ground to tremble as I walked or because it was impossible not to notice such a huge mass as soon as it took up space nearby. Either way, I never needed to announce my arrival, every pair of eyes within yards looked at me with lust and sudden disappointment because of the fact they knew they were clearly defeated by the competition. Little did they know that I was there for one of them – or sometimes a few of them at the same time – and had no intention of beating them out of an evening trick.
I noticed a relatively big dude leaning against the pole of a streetlight at the corner. He seemed to not be aware of my presence, yet – busy staring at the cars passing up and down the street. I was surprised that he hadn’t instinctively felt my massiveness, but then I realized it was partially because he had some earbuds in and was loudly listening to heavy thumping rap music. The base line of his music was so intense that he had not noticed the heaviness of my bulk so close to him. I moved to the other side of the lamp pole, all the while admiring his big muscled body – clothed in a white tank top and worn out jeans. Most people would have called this man huge – but next to me he almost looked childlike. God, how I loved towering over him as I stood so close, knowing that once he became aware of my presence and turned to look at me he was going to immediately feel inferior and small. These newfound sensations were going to be strange for a guy that was clearly used to being bigger than other men – and probably used his size to attract clients. It was going to be so much fun to watch his face move from shock, to lust, and then to a feeling of inadequacy in the span of just a few seconds. Knowing that the big dude’s cock was going to actually respond in the same fashion by waking up in the initial surprise of seeing my hugeness - shooting hard when the lust took over, and then immediately deflating and shriveling up in acceptance of inferiority - made me doubly excited. I knew I would be able to make the dick shoot hard again with very little effort, but watching it go through those initial three stages was just too much fun. I placed my big hand and forearm against the side of the pole, so my biceps was slightly flexed – bulging in the air massively without even being tensed. I knew what the trajectory of the guy’s gaze would be when he finally noticed me – he would turn his head and be greeted by my massive chest first, since that was on the same level as his face. He would then bust into a look of total confusion – not sure of what he was gazing at. When it finally sank in that the wall he was staring at was actually hard muscle he would blink his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating from the few beers he had downed earlier in the evening and his cock would begin to harden in the same exact upward rhythm of his chin as he raised his face along my massive upper torso. By the time he got over the mountainous peaks of my pectoral muscles to my smiling face his dick would already be oozing pre-cum. There was no telling where the evening would go from there, but I was now ready for the fun to begin.
I cleared my throat and the rumble created from my huge body overpowered the sound of the traffic, the music blasting in the guy’s ears, and even his own heartbeat. For a second, I think the dude thought it was an earthquake or thunder. I saw him glance upward to make sure buildings weren’t swaying or that he had not missed flashes of lightning. The way his body froze in mid-motion clearly indicated that my presence had finally been detected. I liken that moment to the way a gazelle must sense a giant lion right before the beast attacks – there’s an immediate need to flee, but the intense fear causes immobilization. I could actually feel the guy’s heartbeat increase tenfold since we were both leaning against the same pole. I also think it was thumping louder than the music blasting through his earphones. The tip of my giant cock tingled with excitement as the ritual of discovery took place. The well-built dude slowly pushed his body from the streetlight and turned in my direction. He was less than a foot from my big frame so, as intended, his face ended up perfectly even with the giant crevice between my massive slabs of muscled beef. It took this guy even longer than most to finally realize what he was staring at and I saw a shiver of fear-excitement shoot up his spine when it registered that a humongous man stood before him. I couldn’t see his crotch since my huge chest was in the way, but I knew his cock had already sprouted to intense hardness by the time he had moved his gaze from one jutting large nipple to the other and then turned to look up at my face – a good foot above his own.
I’d be really lying if I denied that part of the reason I wanted to be huge was to create the kind of reaction – the one I now witnessed in the man’s face. His eyes grew wide with fear, his mouth dropped open in disbelief, and his body visibly shook with sudden uncontrollable sexual desire. I knew it was almost too much for a mere mortal to experience all at one time – that cacophony of emotions. The poor man’s body didn’t know which feeling to submit to, so it simply shut down. As the man’s cock deflated in total submission to the alpha brute in front of him he stared at my smiling face to try and wrap his mind around what actually stood before him. And just when he was totally flaccid – in spirit and at his crotch – that’s when his gaze moved to the mountain beside my head. The poor dude couldn’t have prevented himself from looking even if he had wanted to – again, it was because his subconscious registered something gargantuan in his midst. Beholding my immense biceps caused the rollercoaster of reactions to start all over again – his mouth dropped open wider, his body shook uncontrollably again, and I was positive his cock sprang to a never-felt-before stiffness in mere seconds. This kind of unmanageable response to my body never got old and I never took it for granted. Again, it was one of the main reasons I wanted to perfect the serum and change my body. I craved the admiration, but I also desperately wanted cause this kind of intense thrill in men – to give them this kind of pleasure. The brief moment of fear never lasted – mainly because all men, whether they admitted it or not, loved power. And the more extreme the power was the more men loved it – that fact had been proven to me time and time again in the few months of my new hugeness. I knew my muscles caused orgasms that I never even knew about – especially when I was out in public, but also when guys went home and thought about me for days afterwards. I truly was a man that bestowed muscle pleasure to the world. I saw pictures of myself constantly popping up all over the web and I knew my image was one of the most re-posted items ever. I loved the sensation I had caused on the internet, but it was this direct man-on-man unbelievable immediately-gratifying reply I got from unsuspecting victims that turned me on the most.
Saliva actually seeped out of the corner of the dude’s open mouth, as he stood there frozen staring at my un-tensed bulging arm. It was clear the man, well-built himself, was slowly digesting the fact that no matter if he worked out twenty-four-seven for the rest of his life he would never develop biceps as big as the one teasingly swollen beyond belief above his head. I tensed the muscle slowly to make the peak balloon thicker and higher just to see the guy’s body shake uncontrollably again, this time for a lot longer than before. I swear it was amazing how all dudes were into biceps – whether straight or gay, young or old, worshipper or the one being worshipped. Men just loved huge arms. I think it goes back to power and how some western cultures have now equated strength and masculinity with arms that bulged massively. It didn’t matter to me what caused it, I just loved having enormous biceps that made grown men turn to mush and leak copious amounts of their juice without even fully ejaculating. I wasn’t even looking, but I knew there was now a lake-sized wet spot at my little guy’s crotch – and it wasn’t even a fraction of the juice he was going to spill in tribute to my mammoth muscles and extreme power before we parted ways. The look on the dude’s face made it clear he was so into me that I knew we were going to have a lot of fun together, but I knew we were going to have to work through the shocked stage and the feeling of inadequacy stage first. My little muscled friend had probably already lost his second hard-on as he watched my already freakish biceps peak up even larger than it’s previous unbelievable size. I could tell by the dude’s body language that he was now very intimidated by my colossal frame. I loved this stage in a guy’s reaction to me just as much as all the others – it was a time for me to have some major fun. In a last ditch effort to retain some of his dignity – even in the midst of his body trembling hard – the dude in front of me reached up and pulled the buds from his ears – the music suddenly becoming louder.
“Um . . . what’s up . . . uh . . . big guy.”
Damn, I loved how shaky his voice was – how much intimidation and fear rang through every word he spoke. It was clear that this was a new feeling for the man and he was trying to fight every ounce of self-doubt that was now racing through his body. Creating this kind of fear in a man who was probably used to making other guys succumb to his power was such a thrill for me. I would never hurt the guy, but he didn’t need to know that right away, I just allowed his own brain to give into its own worst thoughts. I kind of half grunted half growled back at the smaller man in reply – a sound that had a mixture of dominance and lust at the same time. The man’s body shivered again immediately and I knew his cock had shot hard for the third time. I loved controlling his rod that way – making it achingly turn into something almost petrified and then causing it to shrink so much it nearly retreated back into his body. I could tell I was wrecking the poor guy’s body merely by the inner turmoil I was creating within him. When I had been a smaller guy I had been blessed with the opportunity to have a few nights with some really big dudes – and I remembered the thrill of being torn between lust and intimidation. It had definitely been a turn on for me back then, as I knew it was for other men. Now that I was the massive guy I looked forward to causing that same sense of shock and awe. I knew instinctively it was part of the intense pleasure of meeting a big dude. The echo of my guttural response boomed back from the buildings around us. Since I had become huge my voice now sounded like a soft sonic boom – deep, powerful, and godlike. It mirrored the effect my body had on guys – turning them on as it also filled them with fear.
I decided it was time to jack up the night a few notches. I could sense the man was desperately trying to reclaim some of his hustler-like confidence and I wasn’t ready for him to force himself out of the inadequacy stage of our new relationship. I wanted the man to still worry about the giant in front of him. I also wanted him to be unable to control his conflicting reactions. It was simply one of the benefits of being a big man – knowing that my bulk instantly created a response whenever I came in contact with another human being. I had wanted to be huge to cause that uncontrollable shock. But I had also created the serum to give me the power to crank up my ‘thrill-ability’ a few notches whenever I wanted, as well. I had not anticipated super powers. I had merely wanted to be able to keep up with the big boys at the gym. It was astounding to me how my strength had kept increasing those first few days after the change. It seemed that every time I ate – for I had been intensely hungry for three days straight after taking the serum – my power intensified much more than I ever dreamed. At the gym I started curling with one arm what all of the biggest guys were pushing around with both of their legs. I didn’t do it when anyone was around, but I came to secretly realize that there weren’t enough weights in the entire gym combined to give me much resistance. I remember one day I stepped into the street to cross after the light had changed right as a speeding truck came barreling through. The driver was texting and not watching the road and so I instinctively stuck out my hand as soon as I saw the front grill heading toward my torso. I was now so tall that I easily saw over the hood of the big vehicle. The driver and I locked eyes right before he hit me, but it was more like my humongous bulk struck him. My body, as well as my arm, didn’t move at all. The front end of the truck caved in against my palm as if it had struck a concrete wall. Thankfully, the man was wearing his seatbelt and he ended up only having a few fractured ribs from the wreck. I actually found out about that in the paper the next day because I only stayed around long enough to see that he was still alive – since I was so shocked by what had happened. After that day I secretly tested my strength by lifting heavy things, ripping things from the ground, or bending large things with my hands. As I said earlier, now I couldn’t go even a few hours without doing something fun to show off my strength.
The sound of screeching metal filled the early morning air and drowned out the traffic noise. I did nothing to reference where the sound was coming from – I wanted to watch the guy in front of me finally figure out what was happening. Seeing a dude start to comprehend my power was such a kick – even though I usually never showed my full potential at the first meeting. I had a feeling that revealing too much of my strength at one time could easily cause a heart attack for some devoted worshipper. Since it was clear by the sound that whatever was happening was being done very slowly it took the baffled man a few seconds to finally notice my display of might. It was the best part of our little interaction, so far, to watch the guy’s eyes grow even wider and his mouth gape open even more when he realized where the sound emanated from. I was keeping my elbow firmly against the streetlight pole as I slowly pushed my forearm forward. The thick piece of tall metal was being bent downward with very little effort from my hand and lower arm. It was fun, however, to make my biceps bulge up even higher as I curved steel down as easily as someone else might manipulate a coat hanger. I loved how the movement of the light at the top of the pole created a sunset effect over the two of us – as the lamp was pushed away. The shocked face – that gave me such pleasure – stayed glued on the growing crook of the pole. I kept my face focused on the shocked look of my new chosen friend – marveling at how he went through even more stages of disbelief, shock, fear, lust, and doubt while watching me manhandle a thick metal pole so easily. I stopped when my arm was now straight out and I had basically bent the light into a right angle.
It was clear that the little muscled dude was shocked beyond belief. He stood there, staring at the pole and my big arm, unmoving and barely breathing. I instantly received a big gush of juiced-up adrenaline from knowing that this simple display of strength had taken no effort whatsoever. I had blown this guy’s concept of what was humanly possible – even from his fantasies of superheroes – by doing something so easy and simple. He didn’t know that, though, and that was such a huge part of the thrill for me. This supposed big man was turned on beyond his wildest dreams by my feat of strength and I knew there were so many more intensely powerful acts I could do to make this one seem insignificant. That made the evening and the future so exciting – knowing that I’d be able to continue making this guy crazy with amazement forever. Bending a light pole was child’s play for me, but he didn’t need to know that. The poor guy started to whimper like a puppy – it was clear he couldn’t control himself. My power was simply too much for his brain to take in at one moment. He stared at the twisted piece of metal and tried to decide whether he wanted to faint, ejaculate, or run like hell. Seeing the turmoil in his face was such a pleasure for me – knowing that I had created even more intense fear and lust at the same time in his already confused body. Power is such an intoxicating thing for people and, yet, it can also scare the crap out of them. My little big man wanted to see more, I could tell. I reached around the pole and gripped it with my big palm. Slowly I pulled upward – not with my entire body, but only using my arm. I forced my biceps to explode even larger – not from any strain from slowly pulling the light pole back into its upright position, but merely to impress the shit out of the guy staring at my growing arm. He shook his head slowly as if to say he fucking couldn’t believe my biceps could grow any bigger. This time the sound from my manipulation of the pole was even louder – as if it were screaming in distress by how easily I could bend it back upright. I loved how metal succumbing to my power sounded and how it resembled the screams of disbelief that were happening silently in my new friend’s head. I could feel my fingers easily indenting into the metal on the other side of the pole, as if I were working with dough. I also watched the guy’s face turn to deeper shock and fear as he saw the same thing. We both knew the pole would soon be back to pointing upward, but that it would be mangled to hell at the point where my hand had so easily abused it.
The maltreatment of the thick metal by my bulging arm proved to be too much for my shocked and excited friend. His fear got the most of him and he somehow found the strength and ability to suddenly tear off running. He took one long look at my fingers making deep grooves into the thick metal pole and his feet just started working without a second thought. Even though I knew every fiber of his body wanted to, the guy did not turn around to take a second glance back. I also noticed how difficult it was for him to run because of his intense hard-on, but hat didn’t seem to slow him down too much. I didn’t take off after him immediately. I continued to straighten out the pole, since I knew I could actually catch up with the scared man in mere seconds. I simply tugged the pole easily back into place while watching what side road he turned down. I squeezed the metal tightly once it was back in place to make sure it was clear that the indention on its side was a handprint. I figured that would surely freak people out for years to come and that thought thrilled me. One of the benefits of my new power I had not expected had been super speed. I had gone out jogging one day and decided to push myself towards the end of my five-hour run. I didn’t realize how hard I had pumped my legs until I slowed down and realized I was over the state boarder – about a hundred miles form where I lived. I had been so turned on by my strength that I had to step off the main road and whack out a big load for some instant relief.
In no time at all I was behind the sedan of my scared pal and he was just turning the key to peel off down the road. The poor guy threw the car into drive, slammed the gas pedal to the ground, and was completely shocked when the vehicle didn’t move at all. He pumped the gas even more and checked to make sure he had actually moved the gears out of park. That’s when he also glanced in his rearview window to check and see if I had made it around the corner. Even though I could only see his eyes in the mirror the look was priceless. When the dude saw that I was holding up the back of the car and the wheels were spinning wildly I could swear he almost spewed a gusher-sized load. The only thing that saved him from losing his juice was the fact that his cock had already returned to being completely soft, as he had run to his car. The sight of me smiling broadly as I held the car aloft surely made him shoot fully hard again. The loud moan that escaped his mouth confirmed my suspicion. A second moan was emitted as soon as I let go of the back of the car with my right hand and waved to the guy, making sure my biceps bulged a little. I then used the fingers of my left hand to start leveraging the car upwards. Suddenly the front end of the sedan left the ground, too. It was clear the man could tell what was happening and it thrilled him, while at the same time it scared the hell out of him, too. I still had my right hand up in the air and I moved that arm into a beautiful mind-blowing biceps flex as I easily lifted the guy’s entire car with one hand – like I was carrying a paper plate at a buffet. For a few seconds even I was impressed by what I was doing – even after all the months of much more impressive feats of power. I think it was the look of even deeper amazement and fear on the guy’s face that got me more excited. Even in his desperation to escape me the dude was still majorly turned on by my power and size.
The back tires were still spinning and the motor was racing. I had the car in the air level with my waist – about four feet in the air. I bent my wrist upward and made the front end of the sedan go higher than the back and then dropped it back down – as if I were a kid playing with a toy car. I forgot about the dude at the steering wheel for a few minutes and simply amused myself by how easy it was to hold the car in the air and make it do my bidding. There was part of me that knew I could easily toss the car a hundred yards down the road, but that wasn’t my style. I just wanted to feel the rush of stimulation to my cock as I maneuvered the car in the air with one hand. I didn’t even remember that I still had my other arm in an impressive flex. I finally snapped back to the present moment when I heard the car’s engine turn off. The dude had finally given up. I saw him hold up the keys as a sign he was surrendering. I gently set the car down on the street – again, loving how easy it was for me to lift an entire sedan. I heard the guy’s door open and he stepped out. It was clear that he had no intention of running this time and I suddenly realized it was because he knew he had no chance of getting away. That thought got me more excited – he was totally submitting to my incredible power. He shut the door and held his hands up in the air – like I was a cop coming around from behind his car. I noticed the big wet stain at his crotch that I had known would be there and also saw that his cock was still fully hard. He had obviously been super impressed by my lifting abilities. I made a mental note that I probably had another ‘lifting junkie’ on my hands. I then stepped before him and grabbed him under his arms – as if to confirm my intuition. I picked up his body without any problem and set him down on the room of his car. The soft squeal of delight from the dude confirmed his lust for lifting. I then leaned my big body in between his legs. He winced and leaned back a little
“Please . . . don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you? I just want to kiss you.”
I leaned in further and planted a big wet man-mooch on his lips. Instantly I felt his body go from fear to amazement to submission as he slowly melted into my lip-lock. Fuck yeah, I thought, this was going to be an awesome next few hours. Maybe I’d even become a ‘weekend prince’ and keep this guy until Monday morning.
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