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Captain Johnson was out cold in his hotel room, having being drugged earlier when he was having dinner. He had the sense to realize he was drugged and was successful in getting to his room and locking himself in but passed out before he could call for help. So there he was spread-eagled over the bed, his massive 250-pound of hard bulging muscles looking quite fragile just at the moment. His body he was so proud of and his muscles he had trained so hard over the years. Training them till it felt as if his muscles were going to tear through his skin. His massive pecs moving ever so gently as he was breathing in and out, accentuating their size and the power they held. Power that he could call on at any moment to get things done, quite unable to help him at the moment. If there could be a single picture that could describe power, beauty, size, strength all the enduring qualities of a man, the alpha male it would be him. Captain Johnson was probably every man or women’s dream man whether they knew it or not. He was a big man but he was put together so well that he was probably one of the few men that could look so natural being as big as he was. He wasn’t just big, he was strong he had always trained with the idea to be as strong as he could be rather than big, but with strength comes size.

His muscles just bulged every where even though he was out cold and not flexing them, through his pants you couldn’t help to notice what seemed like huge tree stumps rather than legs, huge bulging muscles could be seen flexing underneath, and a bulge that looked like it probably contain 8 to 9 inches of muscle that had probably given a lot of people huge satisfaction who probably left very satisfied, no doubt that he also got a lot of satisfaction from it. Through his t-shirt you could see his abs and what was probably an 8 pack, pity that the t-shirt hid most of it. His arms at his sides contained two of the strongest looking biceps you had ever seen, with a visible vein travelling over it bringing these massive boulders of muscle the vital blood it needed, the biceps flexing ever so gently now and again showing just a little of their flexing potential.

If it wasn’t for the cleaning guy who had arrived and went in with his key card, and found our Captain and realized something was not quite natural about the way this stud was lying on the bed. The captain would be in a darkened van on his way to the good doctor’s facility where he experimented with ways of turning your average weakling into something that resembled our dear captain, and to do that he needed to know just how our captain was put together so to speak. With the usual prodding and poking to learn all there is to know about his test specimens. He had acquired quite a collection of alpha males during his continuing experimentation, luckily for the men he wasn’t what you would call evil, just a bit retracted from reality. He would say his goals justified the means of getting there, and he wasn’t really harming them, just collecting data you can say over how they think, feel just where does the determination to get where they are come from, work. How the alpha male thought.

The device he used to probe or amend their memories to achieve different states of mind left the part of the soldiers mind, which was responsible for realizing that the situation they were in was probably not ideal, off meaning they didn’t think to much over their current condition or the fact that they were actually test subjects in an experimental government facility. They went on as if everything was quite normal not questioning their orders, maybe it was this fact that convinced the generals that much could be accomplished by giving the scientist free rein in his experimentation. Even if they could only bring soldiers train of thought to what the military seemed appropriate for a soldier to think or feel and what the military thought was right or wrong, quite a handy device they decided. Here was the crême of the military’s crop of soldiers, thinking, feeling exactly what they wanted them to think and feel. With the push of a few buttons you could instantly change a soldiers mind to think exactly what you wanted him to think. The couple of guys who was responsible for drugging and escorting captain Johnson to the facility could not figure out where captain Johnson had gone off to, the cleaning guy had said that the person who occupied the room had vacated it and left, and they know that he could not have gone far, he had to have passed out sooner that he did, but where. That is how the captain had escaped the doctor’s goons, lucky for him. Now rett thought what he was suppose to do with the guy passed out in front of him, he tried to wake him with no response; the guy just lied there and snoozed. Brett was actually from London and was in New York on a working vacation; he did his morning shift and then had the rest of the day off to do as he pleased. Never in his dreams had he ever thought he would be this close to a muscle stud as he was now, and with that a drugged passed out stud. He knew he would probably never be this close to a stud like this and a sleeping one with that ever again. He rushed off, did the last rooms on his flour, clocked out of work and rushed back to the sleeping stud’s room hoping that the stud had not woken up yet, he was not disappointed.

Brett removed the military guys shoes and socks very carefully before trying to figure out just how he was going to remove the studs t-shirt, he just had to get his hands on this military studs body. After a few minutes of heaving the heavy stud around he finally got the guys shirt of revealing probably the sexiest, strongest man he had ever seen. There before him slept the most delicious thing he had ever seen, his dick had gone rock hard and he felt as if he was dreaming, he very gently sat down next to the stud and placed his hands on the guys rock hard abs, tracing the grooves as he moved his hands towards the guys pecs. The guys muscles was so firm it felt like hard modelling clay under his fingertips, with the exception of feeling the heat and power emanating from them, his body was quivering with the anticipation of hopefully seeing this guy get of, seeing the muscles moving as the stud worked them, trusting himself into him, seeing this stud get all sweaty as he was working himself into a fury of ecstasy, his muscles getting more and more pumped as he work them as hard as one can. Seeing the pressure building in the stud has he worked himself into him.

He had to somehow get this guy off; even he could only jack him off, the question however was if he could get this guy off if he was as drugged as he was. He could resist himself no longer he had to feel this guy, the incredibly delicious looking bulge in this guys crotch, he had to guess that this guy was at least 8” by the look of his crotch, lying their on the bed, his chest moving up and down as he was breathing. Looking like a stud on a platter saying “take me now”. He slowly placed his hands on the guys groin and gave it a gentle squeeze, it felt amazing, the crotch resisting the pressure as he traced his hand up and down the guys dick. There wasn’t any response from his sleeping stud, unfortunately not he thought, he really wanted to see this guy in action, to see him react to the stimulus he was receiving from him. He decided that maybe he should concentrate on a different part of this stud, the guy’s pecs just looked amazing, he traced the pecs from the outside to the inside where the lines met and formed the deep grove as it moved upwards to the guy’s neck. He placed his mouth over the guy’s nipple and gently started to suck on it moving it around, all the while he was massaging the pecs with his hands, feeling the incredibly hard muscle under the guy’s skin.

He noticed the guy had responded somewhat, moving his head slightly as if to make it easier to really get in there. After about ten minutes of switching from one to the other continually massaging the guys pecs and playing with his nipples, he realized the guy was indeed starting to responding to the onslaught he was receiving, at one time he could swore he herd a what sounded like the start of a moan from the guys mouth and the guy had thrown his head back a little, both of his nipples were hard and it looked as if the guys pecs had pumped up a little.

He decided to move down and started to lick the guys abs, kissing them one by one tracing the grooves with his mouth when he finally made it to the still cover bulging crotch in the guys military cargo pants. He started to massage the guys crotch with all the fury he could muster, squeezing the guys dick while slowly working his hand up and down the guys dick, after about 5 minutes of this treatment the guys crotch suddenly gave a slight jump and he could feel guys dick becoming a little harder not much be at least he was responding, Brett suddenly realised that if this guy woke up like he hoped he would, he would probably wipe the floor with him when he woke up with a guy hanging onto his dick although the guy did owe him for getting those goons of his back. As he was thinking this he realized his one hand had move to the guys belt and was trying to loosen it, he was thinking one think and his body another, he was going for broke.

As it goes with the mind, even as he was passed out, some part of him was still aware of what was going on and realised something was happening with him, something he was usually awake for, not asleep, so his brain was desperately trying to wake himself up, but the drugs in his system made that very difficult. His body was really starting to respond to the constant attention, the guy moved his head around as his body and muscles was constantly massaged by the roaming hands of Brett, Brett had succeeded in loosening the guys belt and he was trying his best to get the guys pants down a little so that he could get access to the army guys still hardening dick. But with such a massive body it proved quite a challenge to get this guys uniform off his massive frame.

After a tough 5 minutes he had managed to get the guys pants off, minutes passed as he admired the guy’s huge strong legs and hardening dick which he guessed was probably a 9” tool. He decided that if he was going to service this military stud properly had would have to start now while it would still be easy to get it in, he wasted no time and after about 6 minutes of servicing the guys dick he noticed that the army guy was really getting in it as he was actually starting to thrust his hip upwards a little while he was working the guys dick, it had grown to almost it’s full size and the guys had started to moan now and again, Brett realized that the stud was starting to wake up. Meanwhile Captain Johnson’s mind was confused, he remembered something about drugs, being sleepy but the most pressing thing on his mind was the raging hardon he had and the fact that he was aware that he was on the receiving end of a blowjob, but he did not remember anything about picking up a girl, he was chased the he knew, he was drugged that he also seemed to remember but nothing about a girl or going to bed with one. Whoever she was, she was fucking good, he could not remember ever being on the receiving end of someone this good, she seemed to know just when en where to go to drive him nuts, he suddenly felt his dick disappearing all the way to the hilt down her throat something no one had ever accomplished, the feeling was so intense it felt as if his dick was alive.

He realised that some time must have passed because he had his hands on the person’s head trying to push himself into her harder and faster as he felt the waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body, his abs contracted forming a brick wall and he felt his pecs contracting pushing out as his entire body started to get into the action. He could feel his biceps becoming tenser and the veins in his neck showed that his entire body was starting to get into the rhythm of the blowjob that was seizing his dick and generating so much intense pleasure, he herd himself groan and felt the persons hands roaming over his abs and pecs massaging the muscles feeling his muscles bulging, contracting and releasing as the person’s head was continually swallowing his dick to the hilt driving him insane with the amount of pleasure that was sweeping his body. He could feel his body tensing up with every thrust.

He was not sure exactly when he realised that some thing was strange about the girl, when it struck him that a guy was servicing him and not a girl the last of the groggy feeling that still had him in its grip dissipated completely. The problem was even thou it was a guy that was blowing him his body was not willing to part with the intense exercise it was entwined with and no matter how hard his brain was screaming he just continued to work his groin into the guys face, with his head thrown back and a moan that sounded more like the roar of a lion or maybe it was the power that came with it, all Brett was thinking that even the voice of this guy carried power with it, the type of voice when it asked something it was more like a command. With his brain now working, as it should the marine in him came out and decided that as this fag had the audacity to think it could just come here and take control and start to work him without his express permission he was going to leave here knowing that a marine had taken him, and he would not forget it anytime soon. Meanwhile Brett couldn’t believe his luck, the guy had woken up and was actually working the blowjob, thrusting himself into him hard and fast, the marine was like a lion in heat, he could feel the power coursing through the marines body as the marines muscles were starting to shine just a bit from the exercise.

Before Brett could realize what was happening the marine had pulled himself out of him with such force and speed it seemed that everything happened in one second, the same second he also found himself on his back staring into the face of his muscled marine with two hands around his throat and completely unable to move or breath, he wasn’t certain what the marine was thinking but he knew the marine probably wasn’t to happy waking up with a fag servicing him without his knowledge. Then just as suddenly as the tables were turned the marine said in a voice you couldn’t help obeying, asked him what the hell he was thinking and that he was going to be sorry, you wanted to know what a marine felt like, you are going to find out in more ways than one. Take of your pants and get down on the bed, by the time I’m done with you, you will think twice before trying a stunt like this. He wanted to explain but decided that that can wait; he wanted whatever this marine was going to dish out. So he took of his pants and under wear and got on the bed. The marine looked him up and down probably trying to decide what he was going to do and how, although Brett knew that was actually a simple manner but he dared not move or say something. And then the marine simply came towards him, Brett got the condom he had kept on the side table, and held it to the marine who simply came forwards and stood there with his huge 9” of muscle right in his face, Brett got the message and carefully put it on the marine dick, suddenly quite afraid of this muscled marine in front of him, knowing this man could easily kill him in seconds. No sooner was the condom on the engorged dick of the marine, the marine took his legs and forcibly pulled him towards him positioned himself behind Brett an started to work his dick into Brett, immediately he felt the huge dick trying to enter him, but as the marine was quite large Brett knew that it was going to take some work to get going, so he thought but being the man he was Captain Johnson was not someone that messed about, he wanted to do more than just fuck this fag silly, he wanted the fag to remember him and what it is like to have a marine up your ass.

With force Brett thought was impossible he forced all 9” into Brett in one huge thrust while pushing himself with all the might he thought safe and at the same time pulling the fag towards him. Brett felt as if he was being ripped in two, maybe wanting this stud, all of him, was a mistake maybe this guy was just t big, but no help crying now, what is done is done. The marine stayed like that for a while just keeping himself in the fag. He couldn’t believe how tight it was, he had always just did it in the more conventional ways, he had never even did a girl this way, the feeling was so intense, it felt like if he pulled out now he would just cum right there. Brett was happy the marine didn’t just start to fuck him, it gave him some time to try and get used to the sheer size of this man. The pain was subsiding and he could feel the pressure the marines dick was putting on his prostate, he was in heaven. The marine had closed his eyes and his head was tilted backwards and a moan that sent shivers through Brett escaped his lips, slowly the marine started to withdrew his dick a little only to plunge it all the way back in one smooth motion, again holding it their for a little while. Brett could hear the marine cursing softly, the expression on his face was so sexy Brett tried to burn it into his mind; the look on the studly marine’s face was enough to drive anyone over the edge. As if his face expressed every once of pleasure he was feeling. The marines pace started to quicken, every now and again he would completely pull out only to drive it back in with such force, Brett felt his body trying to get out of the way but the marine had him in a deadlock, he was not going anywhere.

Meanwhile at the good doctor’s lab, the doctor was furious. He was looking forward to getting his hands on the captain’s body and mind. What no one knew was that he actually enjoyed “surfing the minds” of his test subjects so to speak, maybe a little too much. The device he used actually enabled him too feel exactly what and how his subject feels or felt or thought at any given moment as if he actually was the test subject. The feeling was quite intoxicating, feeling all that power feeling as if he was this incredible stud. Not even to speak of all the memories of these studs strutting their stuff in more ways than one.

Remembering all the memories of pleasing one or other or even sometimes more than one person. Feeling how some or more of the times the whole point of the exercise was to please himself, the stud, more than the other person, and some times he could feel how intense he, the stud, was trying to drive someone crazy with lust or desire, how sometimes he could feel how he had the other person in the palm of his hands, crazed with lust, desire or in such ecstasy that it felt as if he could mould them like clay, making them do things they would not do for anybody else. The doctor had the studs connected in a network of these devices while they slept at night, which meant he could “surf” their thoughts, body’s, mind’s at his own leisure. He sometimes created situations for them, which they acted out in the virtual worlds he created for them not knowing the difference between reality and the artificial worlds.

He could monitor their responses or rather live through their responses to the different stimulus he used on them. He sometimes even connected the studs together in one world and put them through different team exercises, he could then jump from mind to mind living first in one then another. Sometimes the sensations projected at him was so overpowering he had to distance himself a little. Currently he was living in the body and mind of Sergeant Freeman, a man not much different than Captain Johnson. Big, strong, strong willed and also what you would call an alpha male. The doctor remembered that it was quite difficult that first time to break into his current studs mind. When the stud realised what was happening he started to resist the doctor.

The doctor actually had to turn up the devices power output on his subject up to almost maximum to get into the stud’s mind not even speaking of breaking down the stud’s pesky resistance to the commands that was being transmitted into the studs brain command centres, which was meant to temporarily overwrite the studs current control over himself and his mind and to open up a more permanent connection between the computer and the stud so that communication was more secure and impossible for the stud to resist. He remembered when the last wall of resistance fell down in the studs mind, and the connection was established. He remembered that he suddenly felt himself in the body and mind of one of the most powerful men he ever experienced before. He just sat their and savoured the experience of the studs continuing desperate but useless struggle in his mind, feeling how tense and pumped the body of this stud was. He felt like a muscled god, he felt like he could go through a room full of people one after another and never get tired.

Driving them and himself over the edge time after time. He suddenly felt himself in the memory of one of the stud’s previous encounters; he was in a forest of some kind. The studs mind told him where it was but that was unimportant to the doctor, what mattered was that all the subjects in the facility was their and one more, captain Johnson. The men was in a circle all of them busy to slowly work their dicks. Some like the captain still had their dicks in their pants and was just slowly working them like that. The doctor saw what must have been one of the strongest looking bulges he had ever seen, strong because it could not possibly be bigger. The size of the uniform would not allow it, it looked like the studs bulging groin was going to rip the pants open if the marine didn’t get it out of the confined space it currently occupied. He felt his hardening dick, the studs, in his hands and could feel the waves of pleasure that was starting to course through his body, he felt his muscles flex with each wave.

The doctor was cursing, since he experienced that memory he knew he had to get his hands on the captain, it took weeks for the papers to come from the people above him. It seemed that the marines did not want to loose the captain to this experiment even if it was only temporary. He was brooding on what to do now; he wanted the captain now not later. He was quivering with anticipation of the arrival of the captain when he got the message that they lost him. He had looked forward to trying to break the captain but now he had to wait.

Meanwhile back at the hotel captain Johnson was beginning to forget that he was fucking a man, all that mattered was the intense waves of energy that was rippling through his body, the intense feelings that was coming from between his legs was driving him insane, it made him forget everything else, nothing mattered except driving himself on and on, loosing himself in the rhythm of the of the intense waves that was pulsing through his body trying to match his thrusting motions to the rhythm of the waves, the consequence which was that the waves of energy was increasing in magnitude. His muscles were glistening with sweat and they were pumped almost to the max. He felt how his muscles flexed with each thrust, his biceps straining as he forced and pulled himself into his victim, he thought of the other person as a victim because he did not think that anybody was suppose to take his monster in this way, but that did not matter, his mind was reduced to that of a animal in heat.

It might have been some reaction to the drugs but captain Johnson’s entire mental capacity at this moment was used by the current exercise, he did not think just did, working himself and his body with the expertise of a master. At some stage he realised that the other person had gone over the edge because of the sudden change in rhythm and that his dick was suddenly sucked into the person and at the same time it felt as if his dick was stuck in a vice, if he wasn’t sucked into a blur of ecstasy and the most intense waves of energy that was rippling through him in such quick intervals, it could possibly have been a bit painful. He almost lost it and it felt like he was going to collapse any given moment but recovered quick enough to steady himself and slow the pace a bit, he wanted this to go on forever.

Brett had lost it a long time ago, the marine that was plunging himself into him was moulding him around his body, he’s body seemed to now what to do and how to move, how the marine would want him to move or what he needed to do to please his current master. Brett was little more that a slave at the moment to this marine. He would do anything the marine asked of him. After he had one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had, he felt the marine starting to slow the pace but he had other things in mind. He wanted to see how many times he could get this marine to orgasm, he wanted to at least try and milk this marine dry.

How he was going to do this? He had no idea. So instead of just doing as he felt he was being told to do, he started to put some extra effort into his efforts to get the marine to go over the edge. After about 5 minutes of this he started to feel the intensity that went into each thrust increasing, if this was indeed possible. The marine’s pace had changed a bit; he took more time with each trust, making it more slow and deliberate. The marine had now really started to moan, the expression on his face was like no other he had ever seen. It was as if each bit of intense pleasure was visible on his face, now and again a curse also escaped his lips. The look on his face suddenly change to almost a desperate one and he suddenly force himself into Brett with such power Brett felt himself go over the edge for a second time. Brett tried with all his might to hold onto the marine’s monster in him, trying to milk it with all the power he had left and it worked.

He felt the marine start to convulse almost as the monster in him started to get ready to erupt. All the power seemed to leave the marines body and muscles and seemed to concentrate in the marine’s crotch area. The huge muscled marine muscles suddenly looked devoid of all that power they held only seconds ago. Still bulging from the intense workout, although different from any other they ever experienced, the marine seemed unable to move them, as the intense orgasm gripped his body. All that power were now being sucked from every part of his massive body leaving him completely vulnerable, the marine half collapsed when his orgasm reached its climax. His massive body still thrusting himself into Brett was completely automatic it seemed, devoid of any conscience control from the marine’s part.

Captain Johnson was indeed in the throws of the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and there were many. He was quite unable to move his muscles, his body was on automatic it seemed, it was as if this orgasm was the culmination of a lot of orgasms. His muscled just kept trusting his massive body into Brett as the orgasm rippled through his body, at a point he felt his head arch back as his monster was plunged into Brett so hard when it hit home it exploded with such force it felt as if it actually pushed his body back, a little like a rocket being fired. A roar not unlike that of a lion’s escaped his mouth and filled the room. If they had neighbours next door they surely would have herd. When the roar escaping from the stud ceased and his thrusting had slowed to a stop, the marine completely collapsed onto Brett. The only movement was from his heavy breathing, moving his massive upper body ever so gently up and down. Brett looked down into the face of Captain Johnson, which was lying on his chest, and saw utter exhaustion in the most serene looking face, an expression of complete satisfaction, he could not decide what.

The marine just lay there, breathing a little more softly; he seemed to have caught his breath quite fast. Well he was marine of course, and obviously very fit and strong. But still the marine just laid there breathing in and out. Maybe the marine knew he was looking because his eyes opened and he looked up into the face of Brett that serene looking face suddenly turned hard again and those beautiful eyes seemed to darken. The marine pulled himself out of Brett very slowly got up and just stood there for a second. All that power seemed to have returned to his body and muscles, and once again before Brett stood this tower of muscle and power.

Brett had no idea what to do but decided to sit upright so that he could better see his marine. The marine was still naked, his pumped bulging muscles still glistening from the extreme workout moving ever so gently as the marine breathed. Brett sat completely upright with the marine just a short distance in front of him, the softer but still massive monster hanging just a short space in front of his face. Brett decided it was now or never if he was going to get the marine off again. If the marine was given enough time to recover all might be lost, so he placed his hands on the marine’s hips and pulled him towards himself with all the force he could muster. At the same time he took the marines monster into his mouth and took it down his throat to the hilt, he heard a gasp escaping from the stud in front of him followed by a swear word.

It didn’t seem the marine was going to be so easy this time as his hand was just hanging limp at his sides and he made no effort to work the BJ, so Brett just kept going at it and within a couple of minutes the monster started to wake again and Brett could feel it hardening down his throat. Brett looked up and saw that the marine’s head was arched backwards again and a stream of mumbling was escaping his mouth. This was one horny marine Brett thought, only 5 min and he’s ready to go again. The marine had started to gently thrust his hips into Brett’s face; slowly Brett felt the marine taking control again of the situation. The marine slowed the pace and made each thrust more deliberate and slow, savouring the feeling it seemed.

Now that the intense hunger has being stilled it seemed that he wanted to try and make this exercise more controlled, with less of the animalistic intensity of the previous exercise. The marine had placed his hands behind Brett’s head and was grinding his crotch in his face, moving it up and down, left to right, making the absolute best of the situation it seemed. The BJ continued for about 20 minutes before the marine finally climaxed, it was much more controlled, however not less intense that the previous one. He stayed in control the whole time and the orgasm didn’t drain his body like the previous one. He stayed as powerful as he looked the whole time, and Brett could feel the difference in the orgasm. When it was over the marine pulled himself from Brett and sat down on the bed and laid down onto his back, He closed his eyes and seemed to doze a bit while still remaining semi awake. Bret got up and went into the bathroom; he decided to take a shower before he left. He decided it would be foolish to try and get more from the marine.

After about 10 minutes of just enjoying the shower he herd the shower door open and he almost felt the marine enter as if he could feel the presence of that intense power almost emanating from his body. He turned around and stared into the face of the marine, he stared at the marine’s face and started to scan the rest of his body. He placed his hands on the marine’s abs and traced the lines upwards to those enormous pecs. He decided to go for broke and placed his mouth over the left pecs nipple, while he started to massage the right pec with his ri