Blake sneered and tore off his clothes. Underneath, was a ripped, musclebound body that would make the Greek Gods
wet themselves and the straightest guys orgasm. He was 6'10, but he had more outrageous proportions than any
bodybuilder. Blake grinned and went into a double bicep pose, ripping any other clothing he had on him. Now his
naked, godlike form was clothed only by some bulging, undersized briefs.
I fell to the floor in awe of this musclegod. Blake hardly payed any attention to me; he was like a narcissist, licking his
biceps and feeling his abs. I could tell just by looking at his freakishly oversized muscles that a truck heading straight
towards him at 200mph would hardly scratch him. The truck, on the other hand, wouldn't explode into fragments, and
the guy driving it would rupture his sexual organs from pure ecstasy. Fuck, standing next to Blake was like standing
next to the sun, except instead of heat killing you, it would be lust.
"You like this, dontcha?" he growled, "You like my unimaginable muscles, little whore? Go ahead, feel them. You may
never have an opportunity like this again." Blake lowered one huge bicep for me and I grabbed it, sucking on it with all
my strength and holding it like my life depended on it. My new God stared down at me and smirked, "Yeah, that arm's
60 inches. Can your little brain even comprehend how much power there is in that bad boy? It's enough to take down
the Great Pyramid of Giza in one swing, then use the remaining power to create a shockwave that could take out 5 of
the world's biggest cities. All in one weak, effortless swing." Blake raised his beautiful, destructive arms into the air
once again, and I could easily imagine him doing these things. His incredible power frightened me, yet made me desire
his awesome body even more.
Blake overwhelmed my smaller hands with his much larger ones and brought them towards his ripped 10-pack abs and
enormous rock-hard pecs. When I first came into contact with the massive mountains of muscle, my hands felt like
they burned; I swear his chest was hot enough to melt metal, even though it was the middle of Winter. It was soon
obvious to me why; his body must work incredibly hard to maintain such an awesome physique. Hell, merely keeping
his godlike muscles active would cause any other man's heart to explode from stress, but Blake's powerful heart did
this all the time. Just how amazing was Blake, to create and maintain this supernatural body? My questions would soon
be answered...