Lazarus
by muscl4life
Sure, now that mayhem is at loose it’s easy to point fingers at me to ask “how could you do it?” but if you were suddenly approached by a crazy geezer who offered you an insane amount of money just to look at some old documents; I seriously doubt you wouldn’t take the job.
Oh, well, I guess I should start from the beginning – My name is Dr. Wesley Seymour and I'm an electronic engineer with PhD in Biochemistry but it doesn’t mean a lot when you’re constantly being fired. Truth is that my highly superior intellect was never valued by my narrow minded former bosses, who usually took my strictly professional criticism and turned into some personal crusade to have me disengaged from their projects.
Anyway, it was then I was procured by Mr. Angus Salvatore, who I would never imagine to have any kind of interest in my work. Mister Salvatore is currently a world widely known philanthropist elder citizen, but in his earlier days he had been quite a controversial rich man, who used his family’s wealth to foster some highly questionable archeological expeditions such as the whereabouts of Atlantis or locating the Lost City of Eldorado, or even physical evidences that the Egyptian pyramids were actually built by extraterrestrial life forms.
Back in the 60’s when Angus dedicated his life to the search of the unearthed and the uncanny, he was considered the World’s #1 bachelor – an adventurous playboy who spent his best years in the most exotic locations and was always depictured as living the most exuberant experiences, the social columns constantly affirmed he was having torrid affairs with the hottest women of the time.
Nowadays, however, time seemed to have finally caught up with Mr. Salvatore, because there was little resemblance with the once athletic built of the tanned 5’10” dark haired man whose dazzling blue eyes and mustached corky smile fascinated so many around the world. The one who came after my service was just a78 year old thin man who looked even older, because of the extreme thinness and wrinkled spotted cutis covering his frail limbs, but there was still an undeniable intensity on his tired gaze.
His offer, like I said before, was practically undeniable, I’d be paid as much as I saw fit for a feasibility study of some projects Mr. Salvatore would give me, everything under absolute sigil of course. When he actually presented me the projects in question I just had to hold my urge to laugh.
The poor geezer gave me some old projects and plants for something called “Lazarus”, including a diary of some sorts, which was originally written in late 1920’s by Prof. Ezekiel Durkheim, a Polish scientist who was captured by the SS troops in 1938 and never seen again, most historians believe he was sent to Auschwitz, but there are no further evidences of such.
According to Durkheim’s notes, the designs in question were inspired by his lifetime studies on Egyptian, Hindu and Grecian technology and philosophy – these three civilizations had a strong connection with the Sun which they adored as a Fatherly God, symbol of Life, Prosperity and Power, and Durkheim believed that many of their religious ceremonies had indeed much more practical applications.
The scientist was convinced that most of the messages and schemes found in the ruins of the most important deities related to the Sun were actually instructions to build some sort of apparatus which supposedly had the purpose of imbuing the bodies of the faithful men with the Strength of the Sun, allowing their leaders to remain indeterminately youthful and strong.
In other words, Durkheim created a series of designs of a very complex machine that he called Lazarus, in a very obvious link with the biblical episode where Jesus brought a man’s back to life. I didn’t need to be a PhD to know it was just bogus, any sci-fi geek had seen this same plot in several other stories, but Mr. Salvatore didn’t want a simple “no” for an answer, he would pay me regally to have a proper study with all that would be necessary to build such complex machinery and, most importantly, what still lacks in our current technology fields to reach such goal.
So, I started working on that project, a bit surprised to realize that Mr. Angus actually knew a lot about the subject, but I was the expert and my opinion was the one he needed. It took me only three weeks to analyze the designs and understand the complexity of the schemes, it was indeed impossible to assemble such machine because most of the parts described were not still not possible to be created – like the so-called Eye of Ra, some kind of condensation crystal which would capture the energy of the Sun and simply turn it into matter to be integrated with the subject’s own organism.
Mister Salvatore didn’t seem disappointed at all, despite my negative opinion he complied with his part of the contract and paid me enough to spend the rest of my life without ever worrying about money again. Thus, Angus thoughtfully studied my work and called me back in his mansion five days later with another offer.
“You have seen the designs and understood that it is impossible to create it with our current technology, but now I want to know if you can fix it.” The voice tone of that meek old man was very low, but I could see in his eyes he wasn’t joking me.
Angus gave me a lecture about things I already knew a long time ago, that Nazis strongly believed in mysticism; in fact he showed me evidences that Himmler’s forces retrieved ancient treasures all over the World, especially those of Sun related deities. Then, Salvatore showed me a new part of Durkheim’s journal where it was clear that the Nazi had captured him to force the scientist to build Lazarus for them. There was even a very strong passage where Ezekiel projected his fear of making some kind of super powered Fuhrer that would rule mercilessly over the Earth.
Angus showed me another set of designs for the Lazarus, these actually belonged to the SS and seemed much more developed than the former ones I had previously studied. Since I had already been paid, I really didn’t feel like humoring the delusional old man, so I told him that the machine was impossible to be built, which was probably the reason why Durkheim and so many German scientists have failed.
The old man grinned when he showed me the Nazi records attesting the Lazarus project was still being developed in a hidden base located 20 km west of Berlin, when the Allies’ forces broke into the city, which means they were probably forced to evacuate the area. Angus also told me that he had personally visited the place on the records and given the kind of destruction, it certainly meant they were interrupted before any kind of report could be given.
I was still skeptical to the whole story, because in my opinion even if the Nazi were trying to build that stupid machine, it was probably destroyed once the Allies found about it, but it was then my eccentric patron really surprised me by asking me to take a tour around his enormous estate.
We took a ride on this electric car while Angus explained me he could have any one working on this project but he needed someone with critical sense and determination to conduct the experiment, I actually felt bad about the old man, he was just senile and having delusional aspirations.
“If there is one thing I’ve learned during my life is that winners always get the spoils.”
The old man said before retrieving something from inside his pocket. Salvatore then carefully showed me an old picture of several Allies’ troopers posing in front of this massive machinery, they were of course exulting and proud of their achievement, but at the same time clueless to whatever Nazi invention they had captured after all.
We arrived to what he called “Toy Room” – a large facility equipped with state of the art technology, things that only the richest universities’ labs could acquire. Salvatore insinuated that regardless the fate of our endeavor I would be granted full access to such expensive equipment and to have all the necessary funding for my own personal projects, needless to say that I obviously felt like the proverbial kid let loose in a toy store, which made much more accessible to his twisted ideas.
Angus walked as fast as he could, given his frail body and the advanced osteoporosis condition that forced him to use a crane, but we still took a bit longer than I would like. When we eventually got to the main laboratories of the large facilities, the old man seemed very excited, and I could finally understand why.
“After the troops broke into the lab, there was no staff or soldiers; neither any sign of Ezekiel nor his assistants, the castle which they were using as laboratory probably had been previously bombarded because the place was pretty much destroyed even before the arrival of our forces. Since it was damaged in the conflict, the machinery and the designs were then confiscated and stored in some department for years until I could retrieve it, and now here we have it.”
I looked over the complex device dumbstruck, around the enormous chamber I could indeed recognize several parts indicated on Durkheim’s plans like the Carriage of Apollo and the Staff of Brahma, mythological artifacts that would empower the whole ensemble of the epical technology necessary to obtain the effect described by the designer.
“It actually took me a long time but I’ve managed to break Durkheim’s notes, which were actually a code with the final parts missing in the Lazarus’ design, the way our dedicated scientist managed to combine and coordinate the power of the unearthed pieces he had been given.” Angus explained while showing me a series of new indications and formulas that I had never seen before.
“So, you believe Durkheim was stalling the Nazi by giving them a machine that wouldn’t work at all, but what does it has to do with me?”
“I have this honor to bestow upon you, Dr. Seymour. To be the man who built a machine that not even in a thousand years our technology will be able to match. With your brilliant mind, my resources and contacts, and ultimately the designs that our dear Dr. Durkheim managed to save from the Nazi, we will be able to create the most revolutionary invention of mankind!”
“And you, of course will be the first benefit of this allegedly miracle machine huh, Mr. Salvatore? You really believe you will be able to extend your own life thanks to this thing?”
Even being so decrepit, Angus Salvatore was indeed a charming man; he gently walked up to me and delivered an envelope which contained nothing else but his own will. I read the contents and almost fainted.
“According to my doctors I am living on borrowed time, my friend and frankly I have no use for all my money in a renewed life or even the afterlife, Wesley, so I’ll let it in your hands. Build me this machine and I’ll donate you 50 percent of my wealth and if I die before you accomplish the job, well you’re still gonna be a winner because then you will just see all my money being donated to charity.”
That was how I ended up hired to create something that would only work according to a man who died over sixty years ago, I only had his notes and some calculations made by Dr. Durkheim and some legendary effects of the artifacts that were more like museum pieces than actual compounds of a complex technological structure.
That was no easy job though, as the new parts of Ezekiel’s designs were revealed, suddenly it all seemed to go together, even if in theory. I still couldn’t actually explain how it was physically possible to imbue the energy of the sun into a living body, but Angus just grinned and alerted me for a curious fact.
“But it is done daily by very simple organisms, my dear Wesley. What is photosynthesis if not taking the Power of Sun and converting into matter? Humans still can’t build a machine to do that, but for nature it is very old news, we just need to look at things from another perspective!”
It took me several months to reassemble the machinery the exactly way indicated by Durkheim’s notes, but I still didn’t understand how it could work because those were just parts mounted together like they actually composed some kind of mechanism. I told Angus that we should run several tests, but the old man had other ideas.
During the time I worked in the Lazarus, Salvatore’s health got much worse, to the point he now had was in a wheelchair and breathing with the help of an oxygen tank, his body was actually so frail that even the slightest movements would break his nearly sandy bones.
I expressed all my doubts and hesitation about the purpose of such machine, anyone who volunteered to step into that thing was pretty much asking to be killed, basically I had built this massive crystallized apparatus which would capture the light and converge it through a series of lenses and mirrors and redirected directly against the subject – that huge mirrored chamber would pretty sure fry the poor individual within a few moments of exposition.
Yet, Angus was determined. “Your timing couldn’t be better, Wesley. The summer Solstice is today and the weather is just clear and extremely dry, it’s almost noon and this is the scenario for us to pray to the Great Sun and ask for his blessings. Now, help getting me into the chamber because I fear there isn’t much time for me…”
I couldn’t believe I was taking an elderly man into a death machine, but he instructed his personal help to put him there in case I refused, so I just decided to play along and let the geezer feel the burn before he begged me to take him out of that sun powered oven
“Thanks, my friend, and remember that our partnership still hasn’t ended, soon you’ll see we have much greater plans together!” The man said as he removed the mask and I took the tank of his hands, I closed the crystal doors and headed for the controls to open the ceiling to allow the solar beams to hit the Eye of Ra, which, according to the plans, would trigger the whole process.
“Okay, old man, here it goes, but if you feel anything hurting just scream and we’ll break you free! Goggles on! ” I alerted his staff as adjusted my own and I opened the lab ceiling precisely when the Sun reached its apex.
In a moment the sunlight invaded the ambient, the complex reflection system worked in a hundredth of a second, flooding our eyes with almost unbearable clarity, the interior of Lazarus turned into a brilliant furnace, almost like the heart of a star, where this little black figure could barely be noticed.
“How are you hanging in there?” I shouted still afraid to have killed that geezer.
“I can feel it, Wesley. It is so beautiful!” His voice was actually very, very weak. I feared for the worst and was about to grab the hammer and break him free when the big men around me held my arm.
“Mister Salvatore’s orders are to be followed to the letter.” A big bodied security guard said coldly as the poor man was probably agonizing inside that monstrosity I had built; which could get me charged for manslaughter of a defenseless senile citizen!
“Are you fucking mad? He’s gonna die inside that thing!” I tried to get free of the goon’s grip but he was far too strong.
Then it started, the brilliant lights suddenly turned even more intense, the several artifacts assumed different colors and then a powerful conic beam of luminous energy emerged from the Eye of Ra directly into Angus’ body, and his body produced a loud sound, a mix of laughter and chanting.
We all watched as the shadow inside the Lazarus suddenly moved and since Salvatore could no longer walk on his own, it actually meant something was going on.
“It is happening!” Angus screamed in ecstasy from inside, the intensity of the light glow was just beyond description, even with the safety goggles it was impossible to look directly towards the chamber for more than a few seconds, and each time I returned my gaze back into the Lazarus, I was under the vivid impression that Salvatore’s shadow seemed slightly bigger.
I looked over the machinery and noticed that it was indeed working, the several parts blinked and hummed, it was actually an organized system. “That can’t be possible!” I moaned while Salvatore continued in his weird tanning booth, which soon proved to be much more efficient than in my most optimistic expectations.
Even from a safe distance, I noticed that Salvatore’s body was thickening, slowly it was growing bigger and thicker. The once frail slender silhouette suddenly seemed bulgier and bulkier, even the security guards seemed impressed to the fact that their geezer boss somehow managed to rejuvenate.
After what seemed an eternity the system suddenly shut down, the Eye of Ra, which was an iridescent truncated series of several transparent diamonds carefully mounted in this elliptical golden frame, suddenly turned totally opalescent. I noticed that it actually prevented the light to enter the chamber so I promptly closed the ceiling.
I quickly got rid of my shades and went to check on Angus, but I didn’t even need to unlock the door, by the time I reached within a few steps from the appliance, I felt a powerful heat wave that nearly burnt my face, so I instinctively threw myself on the floor. When I looked again a different being stepped out of the Lazarus.
“Hello, Wesley.” The voice was manly, determined and very soothing.
The man who greeted me wasn’t just a rejuvenated Angus Salvatore.
He was taller than my 6’3” stance, and unlike my thin built, the instantly tanned man was immensely muscular, surpassing even his truculent bodyguards by a great deal. I looked at the massive manly hand offered to me, thick veins covering the calloused surface and the thickest fingers I’ve ever seen.
I just reached for the humongous paw and it promptly closed around my wrist, easily lifting me back to my feet, from where I looked up into the monumental stud I had in front of my eyes.
The once scarce white hair returned like a salt and pepper vigorous cascaded mane, the silvery locks only accentuated the beauty of that richly dark brown hair, reaching down the rugged boulder-like shoulders, which melted with the mounds of massive muscles coming from the engorged neck and the humongously developed deltoids, creating a truly mass of powerful muscle that seemed to come right from the tiny ears of that colossal being.
The once thin and sunken saggy chest became two thickly powerful pectoral plates of hard, hairy manly muscle that jutted several inches from the gargantuan new form in which Angus Salvatore had transformed himself. I traced my gaze down the unearthed thick arms and gasped to the sight of such ginormous muscles, just the veins crossing the valleys and the mountains of that powerfully rugged surface were thicker than my own forearm, the bugling formation of manly strength formed a tremendously big ball containing an uncanny number of muscle fibers, the grotesquely mounds of muscle added to the impossibly thickness of the triceps monstrosity just gave that ultra masculine being the two most incredible arms of the entire world.
The amazing width of such epic muscular body was accentuated by the manly sculptural grandeur of the stomach, huge powerful mounds of muscle resembled like the huge boulders in a massive mountain, the uncanny number of 10 knots of abdominal freakiness displayed on such chiseled rugged surface.
There was just this thinnest and sheerest layer of skin covering the booming muscular abomination of the thickest thighs that supported the temple of such gorgeous mature muscles, the look of those ultra ripped indentations of the innumerous layers of muscular fibers knitted into the most massive weave of power over the planet, the bulging calves completed the supremacy of such monumental pillars of the rejuvenated muscle Adonis.
Speaking of ideal models, I had just then noticed the monstrous man in front of me was completely naked and his dark forest of pubes covered his enormous ball sac, but the lustful size of his engorged manhood now looked obscenely overdeveloped, the huge thick veined body of the Python bulged and pulsed as the monstrous man’s warm skin touched mine, I felt my heart pounding inside my chest when those thick harsh fingers brushed on my cheekbones.
“Thank you, Wesley, I know you had your doubts, but I never even considered the chances of your failure.” The man who gently caressed me had the same turquoise eyes and the manly mustache over the thin lips that framed his corky smile.
“Holy shit, Angus…you are enormous!” I just exclaimed without even understanding how could it be possible, suddenly years of studies and certainties were destroyed with the same power that now imbued my boss’ unheard physical proportions.
“Why thank you, my dear boy. Now…shouldn’t we be more scientific and go test this amazing new physique?” Angus flexed his biceps and I just gulped at the sight of what had to be over 36 inches of pure dynamite.
I spent the next minutes taking Angus’ measurements and trying to keep myself focused as each new impossibly huge number was discovered – from the nearly lifeless 89 pounds of his decrepit former body, he grew into an astonishingly 6’4” over muscular frame weighing whooping 587 pounds of pure manly rugged hard tanned hairy and virile muscle.
His chest read 78 inches around and his arms were 37”, while each amazing thigh stood at impressive 52” and with a 27” waist, he just looked a colossus of mighty and brawn. I was impressed to notice just how much Angus had rejuvenated, he still kept a few wrinkles, but these just enhanced the aura of authority and power that his gargantuan stance irradiated.
Since Angus was already naked because of his growth session, I just asked the massive geezer if he was okay about me measuring his cock for scientific accuracy, and to my uttering surprise he not only agreed he just felt very interested on my request.
“Go ahead, my boy. We still lots of other scientific data for you to collect.” He grinned while I gently hefted his oversized phallus to measure its girth but the moment my hands touched the skin, I just jumped back as my recently humongous boss’ cock reached a fully hard state in just a few seconds, but I of course managed to measure the 16 ¾” magnificent manly obelisk.
Angus grinned “Sorry for that, Wesley boy, you gotta understand that it’s been at least 20 years since any hands but mine had touched this huge guy, I guess it missed a different human’s contact.”
I tried to remain professional, unlike Salvatore’s own staff, they just rushed towards him and kept asking for the man to flex and pose with growing enthusiasm, and what seemed more outstanding was the dramatic change on Angus’ demeanor towards his employees, if before he was just a grumping geezer now he actually displayed satisfaction talking to the guys like they were actual human beings.
The augmented Salvatore stood there flexing his muscles and being touched by the overgrown muscular hunks that composed his entourage, at some point one of them looked into the daddy’s blue eyes and just staggered, but then Angus smiled charmingly and picked the guy in his giant arm very carefully, while he held the other guy by the hand.
“I guess we’ll have to interrupt our meeting for a little while, Wesley. I just realized it has been exactly 22 years, 10 months, 3 weeks and 4 days that I haven’t fucked anyone, and these guys are very anxious to experiment the damage and the pleasure that 17 inches of manly meat can make in them, so I’ll just indulge their understandable lust and be right back to resume things okay?”
I honestly thought he would be back in like 40 minutes, after all it shouldn’t take much time to treat a case of twenty year long blue balls right? I just took the time and watched the recording of Angus’ transformation on the monitors, I still couldn’t believe that a bunch of ancient artifacts were capable of creating the unearthed effect, but after nearly 5 hours, it finally hit me that if Angus had turned into a walking mountain of manly muscle he should be fucking everything that moved, but deep inside I felt a bit sad because the humongous man didn’t keep his word.
When I looked for Angus the next day I was surprised to find him at the pool with two guys oiling his humongous body while three others were massaging the insanely thick muscles of his shoulders and neck – he just looked like a modern day version of Zeus with those perfectly tanned hairy muscles, glistening under the sun, he wore a giant sized white Speedo and expensive shades, which got Mr. Salvatore to look even more impressive.
Angus just signed for the boys to live as he noticed my approach.
“Hey Wesley, my boy, I looked for you last night but you were already gone back home, I guess we should find some proper accommodations in the manor for you now that we reached this stage of our project.” His white teeth and the thin lips were framed by a flawlessly trimmed mustache.
I pretended that I didn’t understand his offer and just exposed all my questions, theories and conclusions I had upon watching yesterday’s experiment but Angus just grinned and continued enjoying the sunny day.
“Wesley, we can’t break down this unique experience into just a bunch of cold numbers and data. We have witnessed the wisdom of the ancient civilizations that we’ve just been taking for granted all these years, the Lazarus is the proof that the Sun is our greatest resource, and we must keep on researching the true potency of this amazing device.”
I energetically displayed that I was against the mere idea of getting other men into Lazarus, assuming that Angus would probably be give some of his nearly dead friends a new chance on life, but then I was the one surprised by a manly, powerful laughter.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Wesley boy. I am not doing such nonsense thing, there was a reason why only a few selected men were given the Power of Lazarus, and it was to keep the rest of the flock controlled, so power is not to be socialized, it is meant to be accumulated.”
That speech got me momentarily relieved, but then I felt Angus enormous body heat approaching me.
“So, when do you think I can get a second dose of this?” Angus said as he flexed the massive arm right into my face, the shocking sight seemed even bigger than yesterday.
I was dizzy, the mere idea of Angus undergoing a second Lazarus session got me all worked up, I just said it could be too dangerous, and the effects of that thing were still impossible to be predicted.
“Heh, no they are not. If you put a little one into the chamber and he walks out looking like me, if I go there and be exposed to the power of our Fatherly Sun, I’ll get even bigger, Wesley boy. Just by standing here under the power of my Patron makes me stronger, I can just feel it, and so can you, just put your little hands on this manly muscle, boy.”
I just obliged, drawn into that man like a mop to the fire, my hands hugged the hard, hot, hairy ball of manly muscle and I instantly felt like a little boy marveled to the display of strength, manhood and leadership of a flexed bicep. It was like Angus knew he would have such devastating effect over my usually focused mind.
“Just let it be, Wesley boy. You know you want me to pick you and hug you tight, to make you lay above my muscles and kiss your boyish lips, you want this massive daddy to show you the strength, the warmth and the lust you’ve been neglected all these years, you want to feel like a real man fucks, you no longer want to be with scared little boys, you need maturity and sureness, and I'm the only one to get you such thing.”
Angus wasn’t just saying these things, he was actually telling me, he was ordering me and I didn’t have the will power to deny he was so damn right. I felt my cock getting harder inside my pants and my heart pounding harder inside my chest while I still continued rubbing the rugged veined surface of that giant flexed arm.
“I can keep it flexed all day long for you boy, but I also can do much, much more. I am more than any man you ever met, and I want you to become my little bright smart boy, the one I need working on Lazarus and get me even more powerful, and if you can do it Wesley boy…well let’s just say that little boner of yours will never go down.” He whispered as I continued to rub his enormous biceps like it was the crystal ball that would foretell my own fate.
I didn’t even have time to reply, because right at the next moment, Angus pulled me into his strongest embrace and started kissing the back of my neck.
“I can make you feel like this forever, Wesley boy. I have years of practice of sex, in every single country and in every single position, I have learned the skills of the ancient Yogi, the lessons of the Egyptian and the Greek. I have tons of sexual knowledge and now, thanks to you, I have the body to give you all the pleasure in the world.”
All my willpower had burst into lustful flames; I just turned around and moaned something corny and ridiculous like “Take me daddy, please…” or a generic substitute for a pathetic plead of a young guy desperate to be fucked by the manliest man ever.
Angus just caressed my head and lifted higher so he could reach my lips because of the tremendous thickness of the immensely masses of pectoral plates, I was looking at his handsome faces and drowned in those turquoise eyes, throwing myself to kiss once again, I wanted to be consumed by the humongous man like a little snack.
Salvatore indulged my clumsiness, he carefully corrected my stance and the way I attacked his lips like I would just bite them off his face. Then, as my initial over excitement slowed down and I was breathing again, the humongous man just nursed me in his arms and without saying a single word, he simply ripped the leather belt along with my trousers to release my own 7 inches pecker into the world.
Angus carefully placed those thin mustached lips around my throbbing cock and started sucking with such tenderness and experience which I doubted such a brutal muscle monster could possess, the humongous muscle man just carried me to the side of the pool and gave me a legendary blowjob, which I would have enjoyed for several hours in a row if the gargantuan daddy hasn’t inserted three thick fingers inside my little butt and sent me directly into Cloud-9.
Mister Salvatore proved himself a great sucked, because he kept drinking from my cock and never missed one single drop, in fact he seemed to savor its peculiar taste. My head was still spinning when Angus gently turned me around and started rimming my butt.
“That was a beautiful opening session, now let’s get you to learn how to have an orgasm without actually cumming, because I am far from ending.” He said as the thickest and harshest tongue entered my virgin ass and I blushed from my own surprise to have discovered such a pleasing sensation.
Angus worked on me for over an hour, rimming my butt, sucking my balls and kissing me so passionately, at the same time I toyed with his enormous muscles like a kid in the amusement park, I was actually fascinated with the single fact that I couldn’t even dent those ultra hard muscles, it was like trying to grope a granite mountain, the rugged surfaces were so hard they just hurt my hands, but I couldn’t care less, that was still the most sensational experience of my life.
Then, my greatest muscle daddy just whispered in my ears “I am going inside you now, boy, just breathe out and relax, I’ll do the hard work.”
Angus said as he simply slipped one massive hand under my stomach and held me in the air, feeling weightless was a bit weird at first but when the humongous cockhead forced its way into my butt, I just remembered his advice and exhaled while focusing on relaxing as much as possible, which eased the pain but I still felt the pressure widening my boyish interior, although the pleasure of being filled by such phenomenal phallus made me manlier and happier than I’ve ever been.
Angus was not soft, neither too harsh otherwise I would never survived the rage of his muscles fucking me at full force, but he managed to dose tenderness and rough moments as he ride my skinny butt like the very experienced and skilled topper he really was, that monstrous muscle daddy had me around his pinky finger, he controlled me, he owned me and I have no idea how easy it had been for him to completely conquer my loyalty like that.
Angus just grinned as he fucked my ass in such a great rhythm that I couldn’t even think, because of the waves of blissful sexual pleasure that sent me directly into new heights of orgasms. Meanwhile, Angus built his own momentum, he got closer and closer, at some point he just lowered and spoke very firmly.
“I will cum inside you now boy, and you will be filled with my seed. You will never be able to have pleasure with another man, because I am your Master. I want you to scream to me what I want to hear from you little boy.”
Salvatore then grinned and he pounded my ass like a pile driver, it felt like an earthquake inside my guts, the pain burnt mixed in extreme pleasure and then it happened, the warm flood of seed invaded my guts and then it was running down my legs, but Angus never stopped fucking me, he just continued there with his glorious winning smile waiting for his response.
“Oh…PLEASE SIR LET ME MAKE YOU BIGGER! I NEED TO MAKE YOU BIGGER!” I screamed like the crazy man I had become, completely overwhelmed and dominated by that unearthed muscle daddy. I didn’t care for the consequences, I just needed to make that man pleased with me.
Angus slowed his movement, but he didn’t completely stop though. “Nice…I am gonna let you go now, to have some rest on top of my muscles and when you’re ready, I want you to get everything ready for my second treatment.”
I couldn’t say anything because Angus was unplugging the humongous cock from my tiny ass, and I felt immediately cold, as the monstrous man licked his own cum running down from my ass, I just purred like a little kitty.
I’ve always considered myself to be above simple minded men, but it turns out that I was just as desperate for hot sex like any other man in the planet, and Angus knew that. He realized most of my behavior came from sexual frustration, but once he took care of that subject, I had turned into the most obedient sheep of his flock.
I needed him bigger, and he knew that.
And that’s how it REALLY started.