> i can imagine what all those blonde Scandinavians might have thought of you! A fuckin American giant.

<musclenc2> I am blonde and blue eyed -- and just a lot bigger than the normal Scandinavian. LOL! Giant, huh?

> damn near, BIG MAN. I did cross paths with a couple guys who had some SERIOUS MUSCLE. I would have liked to try them out, but didn't.

<musclenc2> Didn't huh?

> Nope, got an attack of shyness with one guy in Norway, he was sitting around eating with his girlfriend. Muscles hanging all over on him.

<musclenc2> LOL! And you never said a word? LOL!

>The other guy was walking down a street in Copenhagen, I would have chased after him except we were trying to find a bus.

<musclenc2> Getting shy?

> Damn me, eh? Second missed opportunity. Should have pounced on them, hell, I would never see 'em again so who cares.

<musclenc2> LOL! Pounced, huh?

> But SHIT if you had been along you could have ripped that one guy apart, right in front of his wet little girlfriend.

<musclenc2> That woild have been fun! But in front of you!

> In front of both of us, man. Get her dripping, me rock hard. Tear his traps right off.

<musclenc2> Man -- you have no idea what a head trip it is for me to get guys in that state.

> Really heats up that head, eh?

<musclenc2> Is does, man. Ever since I found out I effect some guys that way -- I seem to get off on causing them to go nuts.

> Shit, I don't know whether to parade you around the streets of one of those cities, or turn you loose like a killing machine. I am feeling really *mean* tonight.

<musclenc2> Making me hard to think about it, man. Love to dress for you -- follow you -- kick ass for you -- do whatever.

> Squeeze you into a black lifting tee that is five sizes to small, your pecs and lats and delts just bursting past the cloth.

<musclenc2> My bis form massive balls that hang out of a shirt like that. I love seeing people watch my arms.

<musclenc2> And I love it when they want to touch them -- and always ask me if they are "real!"

> Watch and drool at even the smallest flex.

<musclenc2> Dressing in the tee for you now.

> Cram into it man.

<musclenc2> And making sure the pecs are exploding out. Every time I move my fingers the pecs ripple and wave through the material.

> Tight up against that cloth, like its a second skin

> Now we go into a restaurant, farily fancy place where they don't want to grant you admittance, dressed like THAT.

<musclenc2> Looking at my left bi and at my right
<musclenc2> and reaching out and lifting the guy off of the ground
<musclenc2> making the bi expand and showing him my other bi -- in his face.
<musclenc2> "Will this get me in, man?"

> I look at him, "My friend wants us to be seated, sir. It's wise to listen to him."

<musclenc2> Watching his eyes dilate at the muscle -- and I look around the room. His feet off of the ground.

> He is a skinny runt in a tux, fancy fucker.

<musclenc2> I turn him in the direction of a table.
<musclenc2> "There's one I like -- what do you say, man?"
<musclenc2> I make his head go up and down -- and I smile. "Thanks, my man!"

> He nods his head, but seems to be admiring that bicep in his face.

<musclenc2> And i lower him to the floor and watch you as you follow him, and I follow you. We come right up to the table.

<musclenc2> I follow behind you, and you behind him, and he turns and holds out your chair and you sit.
<musclenc2> And i grin at you and I put out my hand to shake his to thank him.
<musclenc2> "Thanks, my man!"
<musclenc2> And as he takes my hand
<musclenc2> I slide the other one under his crotch
<musclenc2> and lift him off of the ground in my palm.

> And as he touches your skin, he looks like electricity has gone through him.
> Now give him a good look at the other arm. Right in his face again. He just stares at that upraised huge bicep in front of his face.
> I look him over, "Well, well, David," I say, loud enough that others seated in the restaurant can hear, "It looks like your friend is getting quite a boner."
> The waiter's crotch is swelling in his pants.
> "Maybe he wants a taste of that bicep," I tell you, and I want you to rub the peak of your 'cep right on his mouth.

<musclenc2> I smile at you
<musclenc2> and put my hand on the back of his head
<musclenc2> and slowly force his mouth down on my 'cep
<musclenc2> and squeeze it tighter and tighter.

> The others in the restaurant are murmuring

<musclenc2> and i start to rub it around on my bi as I pump it a little up and down and up and down.

> And out comes his tongue, wet and eager.

<musclenc2> It is usual
<musclenc2> I do this to guys
<musclenc2> and they seem to fucking fall in love
<musclenc2> with that arm
<musclenc2> and they start to lick it involuntarily.

> He starts slurping your bicep, knowing it's wrong and that everybody is watching him, but he cannot help himself!
> And there in front of everybody in the restaurant, the waiter starts to rub his cock in his pants with one hand, while his other hand moves across your muscles.
> One lady seated a couple tables away gasps, then moves her chair like she is going to leave in disgust.

<musclenc2> Watching his eyes
<musclenc2> rolling and going back in his head.
<musclenc2> and I flex it hard and pump it big.

> But instead, she walks up to YOU.
> She leans towards you and whispers, "I want some, too."

<musclenc2> Sliding my fist between her legs
<musclenc2> and lifting her off of the ground on one arm
<musclenc2> and letting her lean forward on that arm
<musclenc2> and making the bi jump up and down
<musclenc2> as I muscle fuck her.

> Both the waiter and the woman are moaning.
> Everybody else in the restaurant is staring with their mouths wide open.

<musclenc2> Feeling like a fucking muscle monster with the two of them on me.
<musclenc2> Both moaning'
<musclenc2> both groaning
<musclenc2> and both getting off on my muscle.

> Both in heat for your muscles.
> The woman grabs onto your big thick shoulder so she can get some leverage and she PUSHES herself down on that bicep peak in rhythem with your flexing. She humps your bicep hard.
> While the waiter is twisting himself into a pretzel trying to rub his cock inside his pants up against ANY rock solid muscle on you.
> The woman throws her head back, swishing her long hair back and forth, some of her hair slapping up against your body. She rides your arm like a bull.
> And the waiter's eyes roll back, he groans, grunts.
> Makes hot sounds out of his throat.
> And then he fuckin blows his cum into his pants, a wet smear showing bigger and bigger.
> Then some other guy, he looks like a dressed up college football player, walks up, pokes you in the chest and says, "Get this shit out of here, fuckhead, this is a public place."
> I shake my head a bit and tell the guy, "Bad move, dead man."

<musclenc2> I grin at you. This woman is going out of her mind anyway -- and I drop her to the floor -- and lift the waiter -- long since out of his mind
<musclenc2> and lower him to the floor and turn to the guy
<musclenc2> and growl a little
<musclenc2> and put my pecs in his face
<musclenc2> and slwoly back him up to the wall.
<musclenc2> Hands under his arms
<musclenc2> and slowly
<musclenc2> lift him up the wall and above my head.

> "Put me down you lummox," he hollars.
> I smirk a little. "I guess he wants down," I tell you, pointing at the table we were going to sit at. You know I want you to slam him down on that table.

<musclenc2> I smile at you.

> Meanwhile the waiter is jerking and twitching on the floor, his cum stain spreading even bigger, and the woman has half her hand up her twat.

<musclenc2> "Down is what you want -- down is what you got. As I throw the fucker
<musclenc2> up and over and down on the table as it flattens to the floor with him on it.
<musclenc2> "Oh shit man! Sorry!"
<musclenc2> As i lift him up off of the floor and over my head.
<musclenc2> "Sorry! You okay?"

> His head bobbles around.
> I look at him, "I think my friend means he is sorry he threw you down so gently."
> "Let's try that again, David," I say with a smirk, "and this time get it right, will you?"

<musclenc2> I girn at you and take his NECK in one hand -- and squeeze tight -- tighter -- "Yeah man, sorry I threw you down so gently!"
<musclenc2> I lift him over my fucking head

> There is a wet cracking sound from his neck

<musclenc2> and RAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM him down into the floor and watch his body bounce off of the floor and down again.
<musclenc2> "Did that feel better, man?"

> He is screamin, but tries to get up. Like I said, he's not a small shit.
> He struggles to get his balance

<musclenc2> "Shit I feel so bad man! Let me help you!"
<musclenc2> As I lift him in my arms like a baby and smile at you
<musclenc2> put my head back, roll my eyes
<musclenc2> and start to squeeze his fucking head into his fucking knees

> Oh shit, the look in your eyes!

<musclenc2> as his back starts to pop.
<musclenc2> pop.
<musclenc2> pop.

> He is screaming like a gored animal.
> By now the waiter has pumped out about a pint of cum.
> And the woman is stroking herself like crazy, thrashing her head around.
> Now crouch down, put the football jerk across your knee, his face down.
> So his cracked spine is upwards.
> Find the cracked vertebrae with your fingers.

<musclenc2> I hear you and stand tall,
<musclenc2> my eyes focusing.

> And i look at you, make a gesture with my hand like a hammer slamming down.

<musclenc2> And i look down and see the "boy" in my arms.
<musclenc2> I lift him up like and RAMMMMMMM him down on my knee as I kneel.
<musclenc2> Oh fuck -- feels so good!

> Wanting you to slam your fist down on the spot of the cracked vertebrae.
> SHIT yeah, yeah.
> People in the restaurant are running for the doors.

<musclenc2> Flip him -- and reach down on his broken back and sink my fingers into him -- feel the breaks through his body
<musclenc2> and I lift my hand -- make a fist and

> Do it
> Do it

<musclenc2> RAMMMMMMMMMMMMM the fucker's
<musclenc2> back at every break.

> He SCREAMS\.

<musclenc2> Oh shit -- so good!
<musclenc2> My eyes rolling back again! Oh shit!

> Pulverize him.
> show us what you CAN DO, man

<musclenc2> Turning my fist
<musclenc2> and making it hard -- as I start pounding over and over and over
<musclenc2> to the point that he passes out and lays limp in my hands as I stand
<musclenc2> him in up one hand.
<musclenc2> As I start to work the bastard with my fist, I am getting harder and harder.

> And i stand up, gently grab your fist as it is poised for another slam.
> I hold that monster muscle fist, gently, lovingly
> "Man, you're hand is bloody," I say gently. It is the fucker's blood, of course.
> I use my finger to clean his blood off your fist.
> Then hold my hand and my finger out for both of us to look at.
> And I take my finger, wet with his blood, and put it to your lips. "This is what you CAN DO, big man," I tell you.

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