"They were genetically designed to be used as weights," Paul grunted, "that's how their father, Marco, planned their lives. Nothing more than human weights to be used in this freaky circus sideshow."

Paul had completed his 15th rep and he wasn't even breathing hard. The 150-lb. dumbbell was getting easy. He wouldn't be using it much longer. Soon he would go on to the 160-lb set. "Steel," he thought, "this body is becoming like steel! His biceps were getting huge! Bigger than any 17-year-old's he ever knew! "Let anyone try and mess with me! Anyone!" thought Paul.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ralph asked. He had just finished his 4th set of incline presses with 405 on the bar. 12 reps were simple and he no longer needed Paul to spot him. He handled the weight with ease. Time to check himself out in the mirror.

"Side chest pose," he said out loud! "NOW!" That showed off his 56-inch chest quite nicely. He bounced his pecs, dancing them one at a time, repeating "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" and thought "I could break a steel chain with this mass of muscle." "NOW!" he said out loud, again, and he changed to a "most muscular" pose. He loved this body!

"They were," Paul said! "I read about them in a magazine, and I want to see their freakin show tonight." Paul threw the dumbell to the floor and grabbed the tape measure. "It sounds completely unbelievable. We've got to see it for ourselves."

As he flexed his arm he shouted the traditional "POW!" It had reached the 22-inch mark! No one he knew could touch the size of his guns!

Ralph and Paul had gone to elementary school together, middle school together, and now they were in high school together. They had been terrors since first grade and no one thought they would ever make it out of high school. They had begun to get big after eighth grade. No, not just big, REALLY big! Not even the largest senior could hope to handle them now.

Ralph's big brother, Steve, had turned them on to weights when he was on his summer break, right before their freshman year of high school. He spent that first summer showing off to them, pressing the weights and then flexing to impress them. He would do a few quick barbell curls and then grab both of them in a choke hold, pressing his biceps into their throats, and then he would squeeze the crap out of them! But that was then! They were so turned on by what was slowly happening to their bodies, that they spent all of their time lifting in Ralph's garage. They worked 6 nights a week for the next year and a half.

The set-up was great. Olympic weights, good bench, 45-lb. plates -- lots of them -- other assorted smaller plates, assorted dumbells, chinning bar, preacher stand . . . the works! There were even mirrors on all of the walls so they could check out their progress. And progress they did!

By the middle of the second summer Ralph's brother had stopped coming around. It might have had something to do with the time they had tied him into a 6-foot long "pole of rope and flesh!" They used him for a barbell during one of their "wild man arm routines."

Both boys stood side by side and easily lifted him from the floor to waist level. Then they curled him in tandem, counting the reps out loud. They did 50 reps with Steve. "Let me down," he kept calling out. But, as Ralph shouted "NOW!", they merely shifted the "barbell" overhead, and military pressed the screaming fool until they felt their shoulders and triceps had gotten the pump they were after.

"Let me down!" Steve screamed. "NOW!" Ralph called, and they threw the simpering sap across the room, crashing him into the far wall. "Anything to make you happy," Ralph said. "See ya, stud!" And they left him there.

Ralph moved on to the tricep press as he studied his reflection in the mirror. He had been 143 lbs. when he began lifting. But now, as he prepared to enter his Junior year, he looked at his body that had gained five lbs. of solid muscle each month since that beginning. 24 months and 120 lbs. later he stared in lust at his 263 lb. 6' 2" frame. And he was still growing! 20 inch arms, 30 inch waist, 56 inch chest, 18 inch neck, cannonball shoulders, massive thighs, a total package. Ralph stopped the dumbbell long enough to kiss his bulging triceps.

Paul, in the meantime, had begun concentration curls in order to force a peak. He noticed how much alike he and Ralph were. He, too, had put on solid muscle in the last two years and their measurements were very close to the same. However Paul took pride in the fact that he had these 22-inch pythons, and he reminded Ralph about it constantly.

No kid in the 11th grade came close to being the size of these two, and they loved always being the guys in control.

School was a riot. It had been great spending the past six months terrorizing the puny weaklings there. No one was as big as either of them. They could do as they pleased and everyone knew it. The nearest guy to their size was a 5'11" senior, but he weighed only 195! The really tall guys all seemed to be thin, and the really short guys all seemed to be fat. Oh well, somone had to be studley, and Paul and Ralph "were it!"

As they continued to work out, they remembered the time Ralph had humiliated that football player/jock. The jerk had made the mistake of standing in Ralph's way while he was trying to get to his locker. Ralph was in a hurry to go lift. "Move!", Ralph growled. But the ass smirked and stayed here he was. Ralph spun him around, and before he could utter a word, Ralph jacked him up to the top of the lockers, sat him down with a thud, gave him a pop in the face, and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I said 'MOVE', simpleton! Are you deaf?" Ralph yelled. "You've really pissed me off! Now you stay up there until I decide to let you down! I'll be back after gym, and you'd better be here waiting for me. Or else! Take a look." And he flexed his powerful biceps as a warning. Then he calmly opened his locker, got his books and walked away smirking. All of the kids were watching, so Ralph shot them a left bicep pose, "BOOM!" he said, as he went out of the door. "With these guns, I rule the school," he howled. And he kissed both bi's!

Paul and Ralph roared as they remembered the look on that geek's face as he sat there for an hour with half of the school looking at him, including his girlfriend! But he didn't dare get down. When gym was over Ralph returned. The guy was still there.

"Smart decision," said Ralph. And he reached up and easily lifted the dolt down. But instead of letting him go, he turned him upside down, handling him with ease, and stuffed him into the kid's open locker. Closing the door, he told the guy that he would make sure the coach got a message that he wouldn't be coming to practice that afternoon! He should "stay in his locker and think about what he had done." "See ya, hero!" Ralph called out as he walked away. Time to work the pecs!"

Even the football coach wouldn't do a thing about Ralph. Paul and Ralph had delt with him before. Just last month they had chained the second string quarterback to the squat machine to use his body for extra weight. The machine could only hold 12 plates - 6 on each side. That was just 540 lbs. They needed more! So often they would put some passing runt on the top of the bar to get their total lifting weight up to 700 pounds or so. It wasn't their fault the machine couldn't hold enough for them.

After they both had had a chance to pump out 50 reps with the kid bobbing up and down on the machine and howling like a girl, the coach came in to "save him." Mistake! One broken arm and three cracked ribs later, the coach always gave them a wide birth.

Paul screamed with laughter as he remembered the time that puny kid in Algebra farted in the desk right in front of him. It was murder! When the teacher, Mrs. Russell left the room to go to the office, Paul decided to give the girls a show. He stood up and slowly removed his shirt, showing off his amazing body. Gasps came from the girls. "Watch this, ladies," he said, as he he lifted the boy out of his desk using just one of his incredibly muscled arms. It was like lifting a pillow.

He shook the boy violently, making sure his bi's and tri's exploded in just the right way to show off his arms. The girls, and some of the guys, wet themselves at the sight of his massive bare chest and thickly veined arms. While holding the dweeb in mid-air, Paul pulled the kid's pants to his knees, crossed with him to the front of the room, and layed him out across Miss Russell's desk with his ass sticking up in the air.

Grabbing her box of Kleenex, he stuffed the boy's hole full. Then he ordered the boy to stand up and fix his pants. Barely giving him a chance to finish, he lifted the kid high into the air and walked him back to his seat, doing shoulder presses with him the whole way.

Then he dropped him into his desk and carried the boy AND his desk, a full 200 lbs., out into the hall, making sure the whole class saw how effortlessly he manuevered his load. He told the boy not to remove the Kleenex for the rest of the day, and Paul gave him a massive bicep shot for emphasis. "POW!" he said. The boy jumped.
Paul walked calmly back into the room, took a bow in front of the class, shot them a side pec and tricep pose -- "POW! -- put his muscle-T back on, and sat in his desk flexing for a group of females.

It had been a scream to see that guy walking around school the rest of the afternoon. "Miss Russell never did figure out what he was doing in the hall," Paul said, "but I know she knew it had something to do with me."

They finished their workout, showered, and dressed for the show. Neither of them wore much clothing anymore -- now that they were so big. They threw on the tightest muscle shirts they had. If there were going to be lifters at this show, Ralph and Paul wouldn't mind showing them what a couple of big studs looked like.

"Most muscular pose!" called out Ralph. "BOOM!" they both grunted and hit the pose.

"Double-bi!" shouted Paul. "POW!" and they smiled as they saw their massive reflections in the mirror.

"World Beware!" they both yelled, as they clapped a high-five. They added a pair of shorts and sandals to their wardrobe. Nothing else. They were ready to go.

They drove with the top down, of course, because it attracted attention. They loved flexing for people as they stopped for traffic lights. "Damn!" came the utterance from the truck driver as he looked down to see Ralph's massive arm resting on the edge of the convertible. "That's nothin', Clyde," shouted Ralph, "it's not even flexed!," And he formed the boulder that made up his upper arm. "POW!" he said. "Over 20-inches and growing." "POW!" he said, and he flexed both guns this time. "Damn!" drooled the driver. And they sped off leaving him creaming in his pants.

They turned onto the expressway, and moved into position to drive the way they loved to most -- with their muscle-shirts off, sitting on the rear of the front seat. That way their bodies were visible high above the car. Ralph manuevered the steering wheel with his feet! Every girl -- and some guys -- riding down the highway, honked at the muscular duo and they gladly returned the lustful stares with a pose-a-thon that made them both extremely pumped again.

"BOOM!" "POW!" "POW!" "AAAANNNNDDDDDDD BOOM!" they shouted as the show went on.

"Read me that flyer you have," Ralph said, "and tell me about this show I'm going to see.

"OK," said Paul.

"Wait! 'POW!'" He shot a car full of girls a quick bicep pose, and licked his mound of flesh to tease them. They screamed and almost lost control of their car. Ralph howled! He loved it!

Paul opened the paper he had already read three times to himself and began to read it to Ralph.

"MARCO'S MASSIVE MUSCLE CIRCUS -- When he was 19 years old, Marco Zeller, the son of poor Polish farmers, had to work the family farm by himself because his father had come down with a fever that threatened to leave him seriouly ill. Having no money for medicines, Marco took what little knowledge he had of the herbs and berries on their land, and made a serum for his father. Afraid of what might happen to his father if the mixture was somehow dangerous, Marco decided to try it on himself first. He drank the serum and went about his daily tasks. Over the next several minutes remarkable changes took place. Tonight you will see the results. Marco's father took the potion and recovered completely. Marco went on to marry and have 11 sons. His sons in turn had a total of 61 sons. Tonight you will meet them all: Marco, his sons, grandsons, and one grandson in particular -- Gregor! The result of the careful cross pollination of the plants that make the serum that makes this family strong. See their amazing feats! See 60 of the 61 grandsons used as human weights. These young men have received very special training, very special food,
and of course, the serum. They will amaze you with the acts they will perform. 8:00 PM. SUTTER'S FIELD ADMISSION: FREE."

"Think you can deal with it?," asked Paul.

"Why is it free?" asked Ralph.

"Beats me," Paul replied.

"Well, I'm there!", said Ralph. And they drove on to the show, flexing and yelling all the way. "Human weights. We're gonna see human weights! And wait 'till those 'weights' get a load of us!" they yelled as they did their synchronized posing routine for a busload of passing cheerleaders.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "POW!" "POW!" "POW!"

You could hear the squeals and screams all the way down the expressway!

They took their time driving, and arrived only minutes before showtime. The tent was packed with muscle wanna-be's. Ralph smirked. "Front row seats, Paul?" asked Ralph. "If you don't mind, Ralphy," said Paul. "Easily accomplished," replied Ralph, even though the only seats still available were somewhere near the back of he huge circus tent.

Ralph calmly walked up to the center of the front row, grabbed two geeky 165 pounders and lifted them from their seats by their collars, holding them at eye level. They stared in astonishment at Ralph's massive arms and chest. He spit out two words, "Move, NOW!", and dropped them to the ground. "Yes, sir," they said, as they moved quickly away. "Thanks a lot, guys. We really appreciate it," Paul called out. And he shot them a broad smile.

The musclestuds laughed as they took their front row seats, ready for the show to begin. Ralph glanced around him and surveyed the crowd. There were some big guys present, but he knew that he and Paul could match anyone there. Glancing around, he noticed the guy on Paul's right. "Paul, the guy next to you is staring at your arms. Do your stuff. Give him your show. Make him come!" Ralph said. And, of course, Paul did.

Paul turned slowly to the guy and looked into his eyes. He smiled the Paul Truman tanned and buffed lifeguard smile. The silly runt was obviously aroused. "Really bright in here, isn't it?" remarked Paul, as he shaded his eyes with his arm,
making sure to flex his right bicep. He pretended not to be aware of what he was doing. Instantly a mound of muscle as big as a medium sized grapefruit appeared on Paul's arm. The guy was transfixed. He couldn't look away. And the second the mound lept up, the guy left a wet spot all over his jeans.

"Oh, hey, dude! What happened? You're all wet!" Paul pretended concern. "Oh, wait," Paul said sheepishly looking at his bicep. Did THIS make you do that?" he asked innocently. "I'm so sorry. Guess you'll have to see a drycleaner, huh? But wait, let me help you a little." And he reached over and rubbed the guy's pants really long and really hard, as if he were trying to wipe the stain away. The more Paul rubbed, the bigger the bulge in the guy's pants became, and the bigger the stain got, too.

"Look, Ralph, I think this guy likes me," said Paul, as he put his huge arm around the guy's shoulder, nearly squeezing the wind out of him. "You like me, little guy?" asked Paul, squeezing harder. "Ralph, why don't you see what he thinks of you." The sap couldn't move.

Ralph slipped quickly into Paul's seat and sat very close to the helpless man. "Hey, little man!" Ralph said, "you like my friend Paul? I hope you'll like me just as much."

And he took the guy's hand, and placed it on his right pec. Ralph knew the power of his pecs. He did this to the girls all the time. He took in a deep breath. "BOOM!," said Ralph, and he flexed the massive mound, firm and rock hard. Of course the guy instantly came again. "Oh, man! Sorry!," said Ralph. "That stain on your pants is getting even larger. Let me help you."

And before the man knew what Ralph was up to, Ralph took both of the man's hands, placed them on both of his pecs and as he flexed them in slow succession, he quietly murmered to him "BOOM! BOOM!"

It was all the man could take. He shot his load. "Oh, man, look at this poor guy," Ralph said, pretending concern. The guy had swooned forward and landed in Ralph's lap. "Sit up, little fellow," Ralph said, as he held the man up with one massive hand by the back of the neck. He smirked as he propped the man up on the bench, totally out of it, and turned back to watch the show. The guy just blankly stared into space, as Ralph pretended to ignore him. But when Ralph noticed out of the corner of his eye that the man had begun to stir, he turned to him, flexed his pecs again and said "BOOM!." The poor jerk came again and passed out on the bench for good.

Ralph gave Paul a high-five and they laughed. He loved doing that to people. The power he had in his studly rippling form! "Man, what a specimen I am!" he said.

Suddenly there was music and lighting effects, flashes and rotating colors, and the show was on. From the far side of the tent, the first to enter were the 11 brothers -- the elders of the troup. They were everything the paper
described. The crowd yelled and cheered. "Unreal, freakin' unreal" screamed, Paul," as the Magnificent Eleven crossed the tent.

The smallest had to be 260 lbs. and Paul estimated that the largest must tip the scales at at least 300. The men walked silently and proudly to the front of the crowd, arms spread, lats flared, muscles flexed tautly under their skin-tight leotards. Roars of approval came from the crowd. Stopping in front of the main reviewing stand, the men faced the crowd, and stood quiet and still.

Then as a horn sounded, they all went into a double biceps pose showing off their arms. -- 22-inches! -- 23.5-inches! -- Some at 25! The crowd cheered as the mass of muscular flesh passed in review. One by one they watched 22 to 25 inch biceps, 56 to 65 inch chests, quads that could crush a horse, shoulders so big they had to be a yard wide. Waists that couldn't be more than 30 inches on any of them! Abs that defied description. Each of them wore a cape around hs neck with his name printed on the back.

As they concluded their circle, Ralph said, "Paul, do you get the impression that they keep looking at us?"

"They know prime beef when they see it, Ralphy Boy," said Paul. But Ralph wasn't sure that that was what the looks meant. Somehow he sensed trouble -- like the kind he loved giving to other people.

The men formed what could only be called a "wall" at the middle of the ring. It seemed they weren't going to be part of the show. They were there just to oversee the proceedings.

The music changed to a military march, and from the far end of the tent where the elder family members had entered, a parade commenced of 60 males of various sizes. They were dressed in posing briefs. Practically bare bodies of incredibly huge proportions. Each was wearing what looked like a lifting belt around his middle. They ranged in age from 9 to 30. The boys had never seen so many muscles.

"And, look!," called Ralph, "that kid in the front, he looks maybe nine years old. But he has such freakin' huge muscles!"

Picture a 9 year old head on the body of a Mike Matarazzo, but at 4' 3" tall! Perfect pecs, perfect abs, perfect arms and legs, and a neck as thick as his head! He even had Mike's flat military haircut! His arms were forced out eight inches from his sides to accomodate his unbelieveable lats! Nine years old! And he was only the first!

They only got larger! They ranged from 4' 3" to 6' 10", seeming to increase 1" every pair of men. They varied in weight from 135 lbs. to 435 lbs., each pair increasing by exactly 10 lbs. Unbelieveable! Each arm a little bigger than the one before it. The phenomenal 9-year-old had arms that looked 17 inches! And each pair of arms increased by at least one-half inch up to the oldest son who had an arm thickness of what must have been 30"! Each chest was a little more developed than that of the brother or the cousin ahead. It was incredible. The crowd screamed.

The lights in the tent dimmed. The spotlight in the center of the ring came on. Then, from the center entrance of the tent, a chariot was approaching. The crowd gasped as
they saw the Hercules coming toward them.

The lights dimmed, and Marco stepped from the chariot. As he removed his cape murmers and gasps came from the crowd.

"What's the big freakin' deal?" Paul remarked to Ralph. "Pretty ordinary looking to me. Must be a bunch of homos. Getting so excited about a man! And a pretty run of the mill one, at that."

Marco spoke. "From your reactions, you like what you see." The crowd howled in agreement. "This arm," he said, as he flexed the 20-inch bicep for the crowd, "is a result of my first MONTH of experimentation with a serum which I developed 43 years ago. I began taking the formula when I was 17 years old.

"So what?" said Paul," a 60 year old guy in pretty good shape. I can beat anything he's got. Look at how these guys are reacting to him. It's embarrassing. Bunch of queens! My arms are a good two inches bigger than his." And he flexed to prove it.

Ralph and Paul then realized Marco was looking right at them.

"I know from the reactions of the crowd," Marco continued," that you can't believe it's true, but I am 60 years old. The serum, you see, is very special. It not only gives you phenomenal physical strength and bodily perfection, but it slows the ageing process too!" With that he did a lat spread that caused the audience to yell, and then the yell turned into a cheer. He shifted to a side chest pose that caused another sensation in the crowd.

Paul just laughed and threw bac his head. "Hey, double-bi for this guy, Ralphy. NOW!" And they both struck poses that Marco could plainly see. "Now stand up and turn around, Ralph," Paul said. "Side chest for the queens. NOW!" Some of the audience members reacted to the two 17-year old studs, and they whistled and clapped. Having gotten the reaction they wanted, the boys slapped their usual high five and sat down again.

Marco ignored them, and went on. He had plans for them later. "I am just the beginning of the line. I gave the serum to all of my sons who are now standing behind me. I changed the formula slightly with each of their births. As you can see as you look at number 1 to number 11, the results only continued to astound me. I have shown you my 20-inch arm, but even the smallest of my sons has surpassed me with a 22-inch arm, and all of his other measurements have surpassed mine, too. The increases should be obvious to you, right down to my 11th son who has a 25-inch arm."

"I'll have that by next summer," Paul boasted to Ralph, "Easily! Let's get on to something good." Marco heard the conversation, and again ignored the boys.

"I contined to work with the formula carefully," Marco said, "and soon I discovered I could regulate the size of a developing human's body parts by a slight change in the chemicals I mixed with the juice of our berries. As my children began to have children, I administered dosages to them that formed the bodies you see in the group of 60 to my left."

"But tonight you have come here to see a phenomenon," Marco continued. "My sons are here only to show you the beginnings of the experimental stages. They will be available after the show to answer questions and speak to you about the formula. My grandsons, however, are here for a different purpose, as you will soon see."

Ralph and Paul looked over the group that contained the 9-year-old and all of the other light-heavy and heavyweight bodybuilder types. THEY had something to show.

"Move this granddad off the stage," Paul said. He was ready for the real beef to show off.

"So now, it is time to introduce you to my crowning achievement," Marco resumed. "My greatest experiment. From his birth until tonight, his 16th birthday, he has been given twice the dosage I gave to any of my sons or other grandsons. He has been exercised twice daily since he was 6 years old -- working with free weights and machines, running, and swimming. His progress has been incredible. He has been fed only the formula I created. By age 8 he was 5' tall, 125 lbs. and could bench press 175 lbs. By 12 he was 6'3" and weighed 300. His bench was 450. A 12 year old lifting 450 pounds! After hitting puberty, he has grown beyond my wildest expectations because of a simple fomula from the berries of a tree that grows right on my farm. Think what you could achieve with only a little of this formula. But more about that later."

"Now, gentemen," Marco stated with prioe, "I present to you a phenomenon -- a living, breathing, massive gargantuan, a superlative freak of super genetics and nature, the largest man on the planet today . . . My grandson, Gregor!"

Music began to play. It sounded like the theme from the movie "2001." From the ceiling a platform was being lowered. All of the lights in the room dimmed to black, and four huge spotlights turned onto the platform making it's way to the ground. The crowd was chanting and whistling.

Descriptions, any descriptions, are unworthy. He was incredibly tall, had a completely shaved head and the chistled facial features of Adonis. The crowd hushed in awe as they began to get glimpses of him.

As the platform continued to slowly fall, Marco went on. "Gentlemen, what you see before you has bodily proportions that mankind has only dreamed of. Calves: 29 inches! Thighs: 42 inches! The men were gasping. Chest: 77 inches, shoulders: 92 inches, tapering down to a 31 inch waist! A difference of 61 inches, gentlemen! Wrist: 14 inches, Forearm: 24 inches, and biceps," he paused" 41 inches! 15 inches bigger then any known human." People cheered and yelled.

His neck, what little there was of it, was exactly the size of his head. The neck was attached to two shoulders with truly basketball-shaped deltoids. It was impossible for this creature to see the crowd below him, because his chest stuck out from his body at least 9-12." What a phenomenal shelf they created. His arms were at his side, but they stuck out almost parallel to the ground because his massive lat development wouldn't allow him to lower his arms any further! He had the most incredible 8-pak. And his quads! What were these things that should have been his legs? Muscle on muscle. Veins bulging! Calves of granite.

He wore a brown leather wrap around his waist (the type you
might see Hercules in in those old movies) and sandals that were laced along his powerful legs and calves. He had some sort of pack at his right hip, held in place by a black leather belt. He never moved. He never wavered as the platform completed it's descent, and the herculean giant was deposited safely onto the ground.

"Ralph!" No answer. "Ralph." Still none. "Ralph, he's 16! Just 16!," Paul said as he stared at the god before him. Ralph hadn't spoken. Nor was he going to. He had turned slightly away from Paul because he didn't want him to know that he was as hard as a rock, and his 10" erect dick was sticking out of the bottom of his shorts.

"Ralph," Paul called out again. "Look at his eyes, how blank they are. He just stares straight ahead." And suddenly Paul stopped speaking. Gregor, as if he had heard Paul above all of the noise of the crowd, turned his head in a machine-like way and stared right into Paul's eyes.

Marco quieted the crowd, and again addressed them. "I see you are impressed with my creation. Now for a little demonstration, would all of you please stand?"

And the crowd obeyed, mesmerized. Even Ralph (now with his hard-on under control) and Paul stood. "Now," Marco continued, "I have a $100 bill for any man who can keep from getting a hard-on while we play this little game. We will play until there is only one man who isn't erect. If at any time you fail the test, you must return all of your earned money to me."

"Please!" said Paul. "$100 bucks a try. Ralph, we're about to be able to afford those 'roids after all!" Ralph was silent.

"GREGOR!" called Marco. "Double bicep pose, NOW!" POW! The monster obeyed. His solid steel came to life! What a sight! The peaks of his biceps were as high as his head! Marco moved in front of him and began to pound on Gregor's arms. He made hard, direct hits that didn't cause any movement at all! Men suddenly looked down as their cocks began to harden. They were hardening just because this hulk was showing them his arms. Bulges were everywhere!

"Now, gentlemen, do we have any winners?" Only about 400 hands went up in the crowd of 900. 400 men had resisted the sight. Marco smiled as his sons distributed the $40,000.00. He wasn't worried. Ralph and Paul were $100 richer! "Congratulations to the winners. The losers should keep playing anyway. Ready?"

Marco turned to Gregor who was still holding the double bicep pose. "Gregor, NOW!" POW! Gregor went to a massive tricep pose! Mounds of horseshoe shaped flesh sprang to attention on Gregor's incredible arm. The sound of underwear ripping was obvious. Men were so hard their dicks were breaking out of their underwear. The men who had hardened before found their rods stiffening and tearing through the cloth in their pants. 550 men stood there in front of Gregor, fully erect. Another 250 had begun to bulge. Try as they might, they couldn't stop it from happening.

"Hands!" said Marco. "How many of you do we have left. Ah, only about 100. Those of you that lost, please return your money to my sons, and, once again congratulations to the winners.

Paul looked down. Ralph had stiffened! Paul was shocked. "Ralph!", he yelled. Ralph just looked down, trying to get his eyes off Gregor. Marco was still $20,000.00 poorer, and he aimed to get it back. The other 100 men, holding $200 each were ready for the next step.

"OK, gentlemen, I think my point is almost made, and our little game is almost over. Gregor, NOW!" Gregor moved his hands to the front of his massive chest and ever so slightly rubbed one of his massive pecs as he spoke! "BOOM!" uttered Gregor! And he flexed his right pec and smiled. That was it. Clothing tore, shorts came completely off. Sweatpants enlarged to their fully stretched capacity.The rest of the 100 had hardened immediately -- including Paul! 900 men with stiffened cocks standing in the middle of a tent, fully erect. All of them were shouting for Gregor, cheering him, swooning at the sight of him.

To work them up even more, Marco once again gave the "NOW!" command to Gregor, and he started flexing his massive arms and pecs AT THE SAME TIME, in rhythm, driving the men into a frenzy. The entire time Gregor kept calling out, "BOOM! BOOM!" as he flexed his pecs -- left then right. "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" he kept repeating as men were shooting all over the tent. Moaning, screaming, sighing, clothes ripping. "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" Gregor kept saying as he alternated his right and left arms and flexed his mountainous pecs. Men were fainting, swooning! All watching this massive muscle god, standing there just flexing his pecs and biceps.

It was quite a while before the tent quieted down. The screaming and moaning continued as Gregor kept showing off his chest to the frenzied crowd. They all wanted him, especially Ralph

Paul stood in disbelief as he watched the turmoil and he continued to try and speak to Ralph, who just stood there jacking off. Marco had been watching the boys since the pec demonstration had begun, and he had been formulating a plan. Smiling, Marco motioned for quiet, and walked up next to Gregor.

"That was indeed successful, I must say. I believe I have all of my money back. So, now for part two," he said. "Gregor! STILL!" And Gregor stopped flexing his chest and moved his hands back to his sides. He waited, still looking ahead with the same blank stare. "You may have wondered," continued Marco, "why Gregor wears such a long skirt of leather instead of a posing brief or other suitable attire. Well, gentlemen, observe!"

And Marco began to slowly remove the "leather skirt" from Gregor's waist. As he pulled it away breathless murmers came from the crowd as they saw a penis 12" long, as thick as a baseball bat, still absolutly flaccid and resting between Gregor's mammouth thighs. Below it hung a ballsack filled with two balls that were the size of oranges!

"Gregor, ERECTION!", said Marco. Just like that, Gregor began to grow! 13"! 15"! 17!" his tool was stiffening until it stood out 20" in front of his body, parallel to the floor! \

"WEIGHT ONE!" Marco called, and the youngest child, 135 lbs., stepped forward and took an inclined push-up position using Gregor's dick as his perch. "NOW!" said Marco , and the child did 25 push-ups without even moving the erection. It never dropped a centimeter.

"WEIGHT THREE!" said Marco, and the first child moved back into place as a 145 lb. child came forward and took his place under Gregor's pole in an incline pull-up position. "NOW! said Marco, and the child performed 25 pull-ups on the rod of steel. Gregor never moved or blinked, as if he didn't know it was happenng.

"WEIGHTS TWO AND FOUR!" called Marco, as a 135 and 155 lb. "weight" came forward. The second "weight" moved back into place as two and four climbed up and straddled the rigid dick. IT NEVER MOVED!

"Gregor, RED PILL!" shouted Marco, and Gregor opened the pouch at his side and swollowed one of the red pills. "ENLARGE!", called Marco, and Gregor's already massive dong began to grow with the 290 lbs. still in place. 21"! 22"! 25-28-30"! It was mindblowing.

"WEIGHTS FIVE AND SIX!" called Marco, and two 165 lb. teenagers added their weight to Gregor's two and a half foot pole. A total of 640 lbs. riding the monster cock! As Marco yelled "POSITIONS!" The childred held onto Gregor's dick. Gregor lifted his massive arms and locked his hands behind his head. "EXERCISE! shouted Marco, and Gregor started to pump the 640 lb. "weights" up and down in a smooth rhythmic motion. Only his dick moved; the rest of his body stayed motionless. He closed his eyes and smiled a broad smile as he savored the feeling of having his monster dick exercised.

"Gregor can contine to perform this exercise until I tell him to stop. He can lift as much as 1,000 lbs, with his penis over 300 times, so this weight and repetition will cause him no problem. Now while he does this, I am going to need a volunteer from the audience." Hands shot up everywhere. "Here", said Marco, crossing to Paul and Ralph, "are my volunteers." Ralph stood motionless, unhearing, staring at Gregor's bucking cock. He was hard as a rock and was slowly stroking himself with a slight smile on his face. "Get away from me, fag!" shouted Paul, "and leave Ralph alone, too!

"WEIGHTS THIRTY-SEVEN AND THIRTY-EIGHT!" called Marco calmly. And two 315 lb. Mr. Olympia types stepped forward. They had 28" biceps and surpassed any professional bodybuilder in sheer mass."HOLD HIM!" Marco said to weight thirty-seven. Paul thought, "I can take this shithead! He's got 50 lbs. on me, but I can flatten him!" As Paul swung at him, weight thirty-seven reached up and stopped his fist with one hand. Paul winced with pain and tried to swing with his other hand. Thud! His other hand was trapped in a second vice. He cried out in pain. Suddenly his hands were behind his back and he was struggling unsuccessfully to get free.

"WEIGHT THIRTY-EIGHT, OUT! shouted Marco, and with one punch thirty-eight sent Paul off to dreamland. "Take him to Gregor," said Marco. And thirty-eight bent down and threw Paul over his right shoulder, and walked to the center of the tent where Gregor continued to pump his dick. He dropped Paul in front of Gregor. Thirty-eight and thirty-seven went back to their places.

Ralph hadn't moved. He was mesmerized by Gregor. His body, his eyes, his smile. He was entranced by this 16-year-old super human! "GREGOR, STOP! called Marco, and the pumping ceased immediately. The same blank look returned to Gregor's face. His arms were lowered to his sides, but his dick remained rigid. "WEIGHTS! PLACES!" said Marco, and the four returned to their places.

"GREGOR! BLUE PILL!" said Marco, and Gregor took a blue pill from the pouch and swollowed it. Immediately his erection began to change again. It was moving from it's lowered rigid position slowly up into a perpendicular position. At the same time it increased in length again! 35"-37"-39"! Thirty-nine inches and pointing straight to heaven. It was 12 inches around, resting perfectly between Gregor's two humongous pecs.

"WEIGHTS SEVEN AND EIGHT!" called Marco, and two 165-lb. 14-year-olds moved forward. They were only 5'3' tall but had 24" arms and 58-inch chests! "LIFT HIM!" said Marco to the boys, and they scooped Paul up off of the floor, still unconscious, and held him off the ground with their arms extended above their heads. Paul was 6' 9" in the air, facing the Gregor's abs! Paul's feet were 6" off of the floor. He looked like he was being offered in sacrifice to this god.

"GREGOR, LIFT!" said Marco, and Gregor looked 2' below him to the top of Paul's head! He lowered his arms slowly, and lifted the unconscious Paul to his eye level, effortlessly holding him in place. Seven and eightreturned to their places. Paul's feet were now dangling almost three feet off of the floor, and he was slowly gaining consciousness. Opening his eyes he saw a face before him. Paul tried to fight, but
ouldn't struggle in the monster's grip.

"GREGOR, PREPARE HIM!" Marco shouted, and Gregor turned Paul toward the audience and then held him in one hand! Paul was sitting in the left palm of this giant, muscle stud, 16-year old! Gregor's bicep bulged as he lightly bounced Paul in his palm like a baby. The crowd roared! Then Gregor started to rip Paul's clothing off. He grabbed the muscle-T and RIP!!! it was gone! Gregor laid Paul chest down in his right hand, and grabbed his shorts by the rear. RIP!!!! Paul felt the pain as his shorts shredded and disappeared. He wore a jock, no underwear. Gregor grabbed Paul by the jock, and held him out in front of him for the audience to see. The monster had Paul suspended in mid-air with one hand!

"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" shouted the crowd. "Do what?" Paul freaked! Slowly Gregor lifted Paul high above his head. He was being held at least 11' high, as if he was the torch on the statue of liberty. He could see Gregor below him, staring into the crowd.

"Show the people your prize, Gregor. NOW!" Then Gregor began to walk around with Paul, showing him off to everyone. As he passed his screaming fans he began to raise and lower Paul like a dumbbell! 220-lbs. of flesh being used as if it was nothing. 30 reps. 50 reps. Then Gregor threw Paul toward his left and caught him with his left hand. Then he pressed him for 50 more reps as the audience screamed and cheered. "DO IT! DO IT!" they called.

Paul was fully swake now, and totally realized what was going on. "Ralph!," he screamed. "Help me!" But Ralph couldn't hear him. He was too busy stroking himself and getting off on the power of this incredible kid.

Paul was completely conscious now. He could hear the roar of the crowd, and he was fully aware that he was suspended far above the ground, at the mercy of this man-machine! He kicked. He wiggled! He tried to resist, but he was held firmly. There was no escape.

Marco was leading the crowd into complete bedlam. He was loving it. They would soon be at the point where they would do anything he said. He was a pro at this. He knew how to
work a crowd!

"Gregor!" he yelled above the roar, "ENTER HIM!" And the monster slowly looked up at Paul, staring at the doll that had been given to him to 'play with.' He looked into the crowd again, and stared with his emotionless face. Not moving. Then, it appeared. A sickly sweet smile. Tooth-filled! Broad. He had what he wanted. A toy like a regular man would buy in some porno shop to get himself off.

He took hold of the 'little man' he had above him and slowly the insertion began. The tip. The most difficult to take, but the most satisfying to Gregor. Two inches. Five inches. Paul was screaming. The crowd was roarng! Eight! Ten! He could feel the rod inside him, passing near his navel. He cried out, screaming screams that drove the crowd wild. Fifteen. Eighteen. The monster was somewhere below his
chest and still coming. Twenty. Twenty-three!... and Gregor stopped. Paul's cries ceased as he waited. He couldn't take any more! NO MAN COULD! He was writhing in pain. And as suddenly as Gregor had stopped, he began a pumping motion that plunged Paul up and down on his shaft. It was like being attached to a jack hammer. Rapid, quick, short thrusts.

Up-down-up-down-up-down-up . . . fast jerks, like a vibrator. And with each repetition Gregor's pole sank a fraction of an inch deeper into Paul. Gregor knew how to do this. He could make the doll take his full 39" a little at a time.

Paul was past hurt. He was delirious. He figured he was going
to pass out. The dick was somewhere near his throat! Would
he just suffocate and die suspended on this massive prick? But he could still breathe! Why? He should be dying, but he was still taking short, even breaths supplied by oxygen from where? Gregor's shaft?

And then it happened! The end of the pole shot out of Paul's mouth, causing his head to thrust straight into the air. Forcing him to look up. Unable to straighten his head. The beanstalk continued to rise! 28"! 35"! 39"!!!!! And it stopped.

Gregor stood still, with his hands at his sides, as if he was doing a lat-spread, heaving breaths that made his goliath pecs rise and fall. He loved this! He looked out into the
crowd. The crowd was stunned. Silence fell. Paul passed out. Nothing moved except Gregor's massive chest. There stood the giant with a 6 foot tall man, 230 lbs., suspended 15" off of the floor, his entire body's weight resting on this titanic dick, with a full 12" of cock flowing from his mouth. Then Paul started to stir. He wanted to yell, to cry out for help, but he couldn't. Something blocked his sound. His throat was full. He couldn't make a noise. His feet were off of the ground, he was looking up, and the only control seemed to be in his arms. He started to try and lift himself, useing Gregor's waist as support. Gregor didn't move. Didn't bat an eye.

"Gregor!," shouted Marco as Paul continued to struggle. "TAKE HIM OUT!" And Gregor allowed his dick to drop slowly into a prone position, lowering Paul until he was
perpendicular to the floor, his body facing down toward the hay and dirt, his eyes looking straight at the crowd. Marco shouted "NOW!" And Gregor flexed his dick, causing it to fly up toward his pecs of steel with Paul along for the ride. CRASH! The back of Paul's head hit the mounds of granite, and Paul was knocked unconscious again, resting on Gregor's pole.

"Twenty-five!" called Marco, "Secure him!" And as Gregor waited, Twenty-five ripped Paul's jock off of him and used it to tie Paul securly to Gregor's waist. Paul's 10' erection was exposed, pointing outward for the crowd to see. He was caught. Gregor and Paul existed as one being. When Gregor turned, Paul turned, If Gregor walked, Paul "walked." Ralph just stared at the sight . . . and he was envious! He wanted -- needed -- to feel the power of this god. But still, he never moved.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four. TOTEM POLE FORMATION!" shouted Marco, and the fraternal monsters crossed slowly over to the mesmerized Ralph, and lifted him like a docile, unresisting baby and carried him to Gregor. "Gregor, NOW!" called Marco, as Gregor accepted Ralph from the muscle studs, holding him out in front of his massive body for the
awakening Paul to see. Slowly Gregor turned Ralph around to face the crowd and then raised him high above his head. Then carefully, gently, he fastened him firmly on the 12 inches of his cock rising from Paul's mouth. Paul's face was pressed firmly against Ralph's ass.

"Now, while we set up for a little demonstration, I always think it's best if Gregor begins his workouts with a little road work. "Gregor, LAPS!" called Marco, and Gregor began to move. Lumbering at first, thrusting his massive tree trunk thighs into motion. He ran around The main ring of the tent, doing his laps with Paul and Ralph suspended on his erection, staring stupidly ahead, their bodies being pumped by the movement of the enormous stud.

The crowd was again in a frenzy. Shouting, calling to Gregor as he made his second lap. His chest muscles flexed and relaxed; his arms pumped as he glided across the tent. "BOOM! BOOM" went his feet as they hit the ground. Gregor was working up a sweat, his body beginning to glisten in the lights of the circus tent. Paul and Ralph just rode along barely aware of the motion.

A platform - the type you see at power lifting events, was being moved into place. All of the "weights" were moving into place around the platform as they had done many timesbefore. Gregor was completing his 6th lap and his chest was tremendously pumped from the workout. He carried his own body weight, plus 440 extra pounds which he easily managed! The crowd cheered and counted the laps each time Gregor ran past. "EIGHT!" they shouted! Ralph was in a state of euphoria and Paul was still trying to understand just what was happening to him. The moving Totem Pole went on!

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