Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 08:45:16 GMT
From: Derek Flex <raexis@hotmail.com>
Subject: Testos Four - Episode 10

Testos Four - Episode 10, More Tests for Eric
by Derek Flex


Commander's Log - supplemental.

We awoke this morning, day two of our trip to Testos Four, and dressed into
our uniforms.  After a leisurely breakfast (I couldn't believe how much
food Ensign Armstrong consumed!), we returned to the lab area and resumed
some strength tests.  I wanted to do a few more tests on Eric's leg
strength, which I had determined (with yesterday's tests) to be far beyond
what could seemingly be possible for a human man.

I had Eric strip down to his posing trunks once again, and told him to put
on a pair of athletic shoes.  I replicated a leg-press machine which I
calibrated to handle weights exceeding 5,000 pounds.  I decided to
replicate the actual weights, rather than use the computer to simulate the
resistance, mainly because I wanted to see those powerful columns of muscle
actually move the mass.

Eric sat down in the leg-press machine.  His back leaned backwards at a 45
degree angle, and his legs were positioned to press upward against the foot
pad at a 45 degree angle, leaving his body in a sitting 90 degree angle.
His head was against the wall.

His legs were the hugest masses of striated muscle I could ever remember
seeing.  The twin blocks of granite looked surreal as they mushroomed down
from his 29 inch waist.  His upper body was no less astounding as he sat in
the machine, readying himself for the strength test.

"Let's start with 2,000 pounds," I said.

"Aye sir," he said.  He took two large breaths and easily pumped out ten
reps.  No problem.

I increased the weight to 3,000 pounds, and the computer replicated the
additional steel.  The machine looked massive because the metal required to
make 3,000 pounds took up a huge amount of room.  Eric pressed out ten reps
easily.

"Eric, what is your one-rep maximum?" I asked.

He paused for a second, then said "I have pressed out just under 5,000
pounds, sir.  My goal is to reach 5,000," he said.

"Well, let's see if we can get you to that goal this morning," I grinned.

"Aye sir," he smiled back.  He had an aire of confidence that just blew me
away.  In his mind, there was no question that he would be able to reach
his goal.

I entered the new weight into the computer, and more weight materialized on
the machine.  The huge mound of steel seemed to take up the whole room!
The computer display read 5,000 pounds.

"O.K., ensign.  Whenever you're ready," I said.

Eric said nothing.  He closed his eyes and concentrated for a few seconds.
Then he took four or five very deep breaths, his ballooning chest rising
and falling.  He tightened his grip on his hand rests and his arms bulged
with freaky lumps of muscle.  He flexed his bent legs a few times, rippling
the huge meat which comprised his quads.  Then he closed his eyes again,
took one more deep breath, and began to press.  His face turned red.  His
legs grew.  His arms tightened.  He moved the weight up an inch.  Then
another.  His white shoes compressed under the weight.

He blew out all of his air, then gasped in another breath.  He moved it
another inch.  Then he blew it out again, pressing up the weight another
inch or two.  His legs quivered.  His hands turned white as he squeezed the
grip.  The blood vessels on his arms stuck out like narrow ropes sitting on
top of the muscles.  He started panting uncontrollably.  He moved his head
to one side, then to the other, pushing, pressing, panting.  The weight
moved extremely slowly, forcing the huge ensign to use all of his strength
against it.  It seemed impossible, but he WAS moving it!  His powerful legs
rippled with waves of screaming muscle, fighting against the steel.

Uncontrollably, I started cumming in my pants as I watched the Hercules
push unheard-of poundages of iron.

His forehead beaded up with tiny dots of sweat.  Still he pressed harder.
The striated muscles of his quads rippled and bulged as they strained
against the unbelievable weight.  5,000 pounds!  Two and a half tons!  The
metal creaked as it moved.

The weight moved up farther, now about half way to the top of his rep.
"Aaaahhhhhhr!" Eric yelled.  The huge pile of steel moved farther.
"Psssshhhhh, pshhhhhhhhhhspt, pssssshhhhspt!" he panted.  Finally, the
5,000 pounds of weight moved more.  Eric extended his legs until they were
straight.  He locked his knees for just a second, panting violently.  Then
he slowly bent them, lowering the weight in a controlled, laborious decent.
The iron creaked and moaned again.

I pressed on my jerking penis, milking the last of my juice out of my
rock-hard testicles.

His legs buckled slightly as he lowered the weight, but he regained control
and brought the weight all the way down slowly, enjoying all the
muscle-building benefits of the negative rep.

"Five thousand pounds, ensign!" I said.  "Unbelievable!"

Eric smiled as he wiped the sweat from his red face.  His whole body was
wet.  He removed his feet from the pad, spreading his legs wide so he could
extend them.  His massive columns of leg muscle were spread-eagle, up in
the air, resting his feet on the weights, inviting a fantastic view of his
crotch and genitals, which were covered in a small dark-blue posing strap.
His meat and balls were barely contained by the thin fabric, and their
outline was erotically obvious.  The ensign breathed hard as he cooled
down.  His mammoth quads were pumped to their fullest size.  A detailed
network of blood vessels nourished his legs, and fed my eyes with a muscle
show to end all muscle shows.

He wiped his body down with a towel, and I allowed my eyes to feast on the
view.

"According to my research, ensign, that effort was a human record."  I
said.  "No man, even another PBS, has ever leg-pressed over 4,500 pounds!"

He grinned, then flexed his biceps, showing off his strength like a little
boy bragging.

"Ensign, I would like to have you do a few more reps, with a lower weight,"
I said.  "I want to do a tactile test on you.  I would like to feel your
quads and hamstrings while you do some leg presses.  I can use the
information I gather to determine the effect your muscles might have on the
Testones when they feel them."

The ensign smiled and reassumed the leg-press position.  I lowered the
weight to 3,000 pounds and allowed him to cool down for a few more minutes.
While he cooled, I removed my clothes.  My milk-stained briefs stuck to my
cock hair as I pulled the fabric down.  I was now totally nude.  My cock
had quickly recovered from my orgasm, and had already become semi-erect
again.  "This will allow us to measure your effect on me as I feel your
muscles," I smiled.

Eric smiled back.  "Sir, do you want me to remove my trunks as well?  So we
can determine any residual effect on myself?"

"Why, yes ensign.  That's a good idea," I said.

The ensign reached down and effortlessly tore the fabric from his waist.
He bucked his hips just a bit and pulled his trunks out from under his butt
and threw them to the side.  We were both nude.  Ensign Armstrong's cock
was also semi erect, and getting harder.

I bent down and put one hand on Eric's quad and the other hand underneath,
on his hamstring.  The hot mass of muscle was mind-boggling.  My hands
couldn't comprehend what they were feeling.  My cock grew to full erection,
precum dribbled down the head.

I nodded to Eric, and he began pressing.  His legs hardened, and my hands
felt the muscles turn to mounds of granite.  He pressed up the weight,
moving it easily.  His muscles moved under my fingers in a symphony of
power and grace.  He smiled as he saw my face go white.  My hands trembled
as they experienced the awesome power.  Immediately, my cock began to spew
long strings of milk onto Eric's abs.  He lifted one hand and slowly
wrapped his fingers around my dancing cock and squeezed down on it, forcing
more cum onto his muscular torso, while he finished extending his legs.
Slowly, while he milked me, he lowered the weight, his legs tantalizing my
hands once again.  I squirted harder, closing my eyes and opening my mouth
in uncontrollable satisfaction.  Eric pressed again, lifting the weight,
rippling his legs.  He repeated fifteen slow reps, pushing on my cock,
while I filled his abs with glistening semen.  He grinned a sly grin while
he emptied my body of fluid and strength.  I was at his mercy.  He was
totally in control of me as he demonstrated his supreme strength.

He finished his reps and relaxed his legs once again, extending them up
over the footplate.

I looked down at his fully-erect cock.  It snaked up past his navel,
resting on his washboard, which was slimy with my milk.  The thick meat
throbbed with his every heartbeat.  It called to me for stimulation,
inviting my fingers to touch it.  Eric could see what I was thinking, and
he smiled.

I grabbed his balls and squeezed them.  They were huge, yet loose in his
sacs.  I toyed with them, moving them around in his scrotum, pulling and
tugging them, pushing and squeezing them.  The tennis balls were hard as
rocks.  There was no hair, just warm, soft skin covering two huge nuts.  My
hand found its way onto his cock, and I began to tease it, pulling the skin
away from the steel meat underneath.  I tickled it and pressed on the
bulbous ridge that ran its length.  Soon my fingers were caressing the
pre-cum drenched helmet.  I ran my fingertip around the ridge of the cut,
giving the ensign a scintillating tease.  He closed his eyes and froze.

"Ensign, I would like to you do some more reps, but this time I want to
test your concentration," I said.  "Let's go for fifteen more reps, but
wait until I say go."

"Aye sir," he said.

I moved one arm over his torso and placed it on the far side of him,
supporting my hand next to him.  Then I pressed my close hand next to the
near side of his waist and moved my feet onto the wall behind him, doing a
handstand, with my feet on the wall and my hands on the outsides of his
waist.  My large, muscular arms easily supported my weight.  I spread my
legs slightly and lowered my body just a bit.  My erect cock met his face,
as his met my face.  I slowly started kissing his throbbing penis, while I
forced my stiff member into his mouth.  It was a handstand 69.

Eric moaned as my member filled his oral cavity.  Immediately he began to
suck it, treating it to sensual pleasures with his muscular tongue.  I
inserted his cock into my mouth and did the same for him, spinning my
tongue slowly around his helmet and extending it down the side of his rod.
His dick was so huge and thick that I nearly had to unlock my jawbone in
order to contain it.  I moved my mouth lower and nearly gagged on the meat.
It was so warm, so hard.

We both moaned as we ate each other.  My arms were bent, but my triceps
easily handled my body weight.  I was grateful for my muscular
conditioning, along with the Testone testosterone in my body, which
increased my arm strength to be what the average human man's legs would
possess.  I slowly lowered and lifted my body, moving my mouth up and down
on the ensign's cock, and likewise moving my cock in and out of his mouth.

We sucked and tickled each other for a few minutes.  Then I lifted my head
and said "Now, ensign."  Immediately, I placed my mouth back on his dick
and resumed the meal.

Eric moved his feet onto the pad, nearly crushing my head between his
gargantuan quads.  But he kept his feet spread far enough apart so that it
wouldn't hurt me.  I felt the hard muscle ripple against my ears, bulging
to press hard against the sides of my head.  The weight started moving as
his legs extended.  I continued sucking.  He continued sucking.  I could
feel his body tighten as he forced the weight up.  His mouth clamped around
my cock as he strained.  His quads moved up, folding my ears up as his
massive legs moved.  Then, he extended his legs all the way, and my
earlobes flopped down as his quads moved off my head.  We both continued
sucking.  My cock was filling with tingling semen again as I experienced
his awesome strength.

I began to empty my jizz into his mouth.  He moaned, keeping his legs
extended as his mouth milked me.  I worked his cock harder, stimulating his
rod with advanced Testone techniques.

Eric slowly lowered the weight, crushing my head once again.  But it was so
pleasurable!  My head became enveloped in his power, tightly contained
between his huge, warm quads, and I shot my semen hard into his mouth.
Eric pushed up again, and extended his legs for the second rep.

On the fifth rep, his cock became unbelievably hard and his helmet
ballooned and became a solid rock.  I could tell he was going to blow.  He
lowered the rep and paused.  He moaned.  I was still squirting into this
mouth, my milky semen slowly slithering down his throat, his muscular neck
bulging with each swallow.

Eric started his sixth rep.  His cock head hardened.  He moaned loudly.  As
he got to the top of the rep his penis exploded with a volley of pulses,
filling my mouth with his semen.  The tart, almost acidy milk burst from
his hole, quickly ballooning my cheeks.  It fizzed inside my mouth, filling
me with effervescent sperm.  I couldn't contain it all, no matter how hard
I swallowed (and I was gulping ferociously).  The excess began to dribble
from my lips and coat the sides of his cock.  Eric groaned loudly and
tightened his lips around my cock.  He sucked HARD, nearly painfully.

His whole body jerked violently.

Finally, he began to lower the weight again.  His cock kept throbbing.
Mine had long finished.  He pushed out five or six more reps as he
completed his orgasm.  His power was astounding.  I couldn't believe that a
man could do this while ejaculating!

He rested the weight and I finished swallowing the last of his sperm.  I
slowly straightened my arms and his stiff rod popped out of my mouth and
slapped against his abs.  I moved out of the handstand and sat next to my
muscular ensign.  We both breathed hard.  He nursed his penis, forcing
every last drop out his hole with his fingers.

"You passed that test with flying colors, ensign," I said.  "That you could
continue your reps while ejaculating is nothing short of phenomenal."

"Thank you, sir," he said.  "I am happy to demonstrate my strength for you
whenever you wish, sir."

We basked in the afterglow for a few minutes.

Then, a signal sounded.  "Incoming communication, sir," Eric immediately
noted.  "Shall I go to the cockpit and answer it?"

"No, ensign," I said as I got up.  "I'll get it."

I walked to the cockpit without getting dressed.  The panel told me it was
a video transmission, so I quickly programmed the computer to simulate a
uniform on my body for the video picture.

"Starbase 444 to shuttle Aurora.  Come in, please," the speaker announced.

"This is the Aurora.  Commander Mitchell here," I answered.  The screen lit
with the image of Admiral Newman.  He was a young, muscular man.  Some
thought he was too young to be an admiral, but I always enjoyed talking to
him, and looking at him.  He and I had developed a friendship.  His thick
neck turned me on as his image, a head shot, filled my screen.

"Commander, it's good to see you," he said.

"Likewise, admiral."

"Raexis, I have a little change of plans for you," he said.

"Sir?"

"Well, it seems that the doctor who genetically engineered your Ensign
Armstrong has contacted us," the admiral said.  "When he found out that
Armstrong was going to represent humans on Testos Four, the doctor wanted
to see me."

"What about?" I asked.

"It's a long story, but I'll do my best to make it short and sweet.  When
Armstrong was three years old, the doctorÐ his name is Dr. Adam
GaylordÐ he came up with a new genetic formula for an improved, stronger
PBS.  He incubated and grew the new baby, raising him secretly as his own
son.  Apparently, Dr. Gaylord took his son to Vulcan and raised him there,
keeping him secluded, and training him in strength and discipline.
According to Dr. Gaylord, this son of his is 25% stronger than Ensign
Armstrong.  In addition, his son was engineered with some additional
pheromones and physical traits that Starfleet believes will prove to be
quite amazing to the Testones."

"Stronger than Armstrong?" I said.  "Sir, I find that difficult to believe.
I have just completed some tests on Armstrong, and the results are nothing
short of astounding!"

"Be that as it may," the admiral said, "I have met Dr. Gaylord's son and
have run a few of my own tests this morning.  If you think Armstrong is
astounding, wait until you meet this kid!"

"Kid?"

"As I said, he is three years younger than Armstrong, so that makes him
only 18 years old," Newman said.  "And I think you'll be a little surprised
at his stature.  He is every bit as big as Ensign Armstrong."

"But why did Dr. Gaylord keep this guy a secret?"

"Evidently he didn't want to expose his boy to the obvious distractions of
being such a specimen.  You know, the constant tests and endless interviews
with the media.  Besides, he felt that the added discipline of being raised
among Vulcans would give his son a big advantage over people raised in a
strictly human culture."

"I see," I said.  Admiral Newman could see my hesitation and reluctance.  I
had become extremely obsessed with Eric, and I was unwilling to admit that
someone could best him, in any area.  Especially physical strength.

"Raexis, I know you have probably developed a special relationship with
Ensign Armstrong, even in this short amount of time.  I know that when I
met him, I found him to be quite... well, quite... compelling."

"That's correct, sir," I said.

"But I want you to give this boy a chance.  Let him come on board, with
Dr. Gaylord.  Do some of your own tests on the way to Testos Four.  If he
doesn't measure up to your standards, then Ensign Armstrong can continue
with the mission.  But if he ends up being as good as his father insists he
is, then I want him to be the one to go.  And I want to be clear here.  I
want only ONE of them to go on this mission.  I don't want a diplomatic
mess on my hands.  We agreed to present only one PBS to the Testones at
this time.  I don't know how they will react if we send them two."

"I understand, sir," I said.

"Commander, you have my full confidence here.  The final decision will rest
with you," he said.

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."

"Good," he smiled.  "The doctor's shuttle left this Starbase a few minutes
ago.  They're heading to rendezvous with you at full warp.  Here are the
coordinates."  The computer confirmed the coordinates as the admiral
transmitted them.  "You should rendezvous with them in about two hours."

"Aye sir," I responded.

"Good luck, Raexis," Admiral Newman said.  The screen darkened and the
transmission ended.

I closed the channel and walked back to the lab/crew quarters.  My stomach
leapt with lust as I laid eyes on Eric once again.  His body was
intoxicating.  Eric was doing some one-arm handstand pushups.  I watched
him.  He switched arms and pumped his body up and down, pressing out 25
easy reps.  "I wanted to keep my arms pumped," he said as he stood up.
"What was the communication about sir?"  He could sense something was
wrong.

I explained everything to him.  I tried to measure his response, especially
when I mentioned that this kid was supposed to be 25% stronger than he was.
The ensign was hard to read.  I couldn't tell if he was intrigued, or
intimidate, or puzzled.

"I kind of expected something like this from him," Eric said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh.  Nothing sir."

"Do you know Dr. Gaylord very well?" I asked.

"Well, sir," Eric said.  "He visited my home on Earth regularly while I was
growing up.  He was a great man.  He's the one I told you about earlier,
who said my blood might be white with testosterone and semen."  He grinned
a little.  "I have great respect for him."

"Tell me, ensign," I queried.  "Did Dr. Gaylord ever help you deal with
your need to expire your semen?"

Eric grinned just a bit and said "Well, yes sir.  In fact he... he first
showed me some masturbation techniques, when I was eight years old."

"Eight?"

"I matured at a pretty fast rate.  When I was ten, I weighed 160 pounds and
was just under 5 feet 7 inches.  I remember when the doctor came and
examined me on my eighth birthday.  He looked very closely at my genitals,
which were by then showing development more close to a 15 year-old.  He
kept holding on to them.  I remember that his hand felt very good.  It made
my penis tingle.  I had never felt that before.  After he held and touched
it for a few minutes I had a very stiff erection."  The corners of Eric's
mouth turned up just a bit as he reminisced.

"He pressed on it," Eric continued.  "And that felt VERY good.  I remember
grabbing onto his wrist and holding his hand there, making him touch it
more.  His hand was very strong, and his fingers were muscular.  He pushed
on it, and with his other hand he started to touch my testicles.  He liked
to squeeze them pretty hard.  I remember looking into his eyes while he did
it.  He seemed to enjoy feeling how hard my nuts were.  Our eyes kinda
locked onto each other.  He could tell that I liked what he was doing.
After a few minutes I began to squirt.  It felt SO good.  He had an amazing
touch."

Eric moved his hands onto his growing cock (he was still naked, as was I).
"Like this," he said.  He began to lightly press the tips of his fingers
against his now erect cock.  "Even now, I love to use this pressing method
sometimes."  He continued to press, rocking his extended fingers.  He
brought his other hand to his balls and began crushing them with his grip.
His forearm bulged with muscle as his fingers grinded his rocks.  His body
tightened into slabs of rock.  He closed his eyes briefly, and soon his
cock throbbed with bursts of cum.  The milk sprayed into the air and landed
a few yards away.  His muscles rippled as he milked himself.

My cock rose into the air and I began to ejaculate at this tremendous
sight.  Eric's sensuality and virility was overwhelming.  His muscular body
was irresistible.

We both shot our loads together, then ordered the computer to clean up the
mess.

"After that first visit," Eric said as he licked his finger, "Dr. Gaylord
always made sure to masturbate me whenever he visited.  I came to look
forward to his visits.  He always treated me to a new technique on each
visit.  I even fucked him a few times.  As I got older, into my teens, my
parents took me to Vulcan for our visits.  I got pretty acquainted with his
laboratory there.  He had lots of computer equipment and exercise stuff
there."

We changed into our uniforms and prepared for the arrival of our guests.

At the appointed time, we rendezvoused with Dr. Gaylord's ship.  The
shuttles docked together.  I touched the door controls and it opened.  On
the other side stood Dr. Gaylord.  He was about 6 feet 2 inches.  He looked
to be in his 50's, and he had white/silver hair.  But he was in great
shape.  He was alone.

"Dr. Gaylord, I am Commander Raexis Mitchell.  Welcome aboard," I said.

We shook hands and then I said.  "I believe you know Ensign Armstrong."

"Eric," Gaylord smiled.  The two shook hands.  Eric's face was friendly,
but I could tell he was hesitant.  Eric's grip dwarfed the doctor's hand.
"Just as strong as ever, I see." The doctor said as he grasped Eric's grip
with both hands.  His eyes checked out Eric's body.  "Eric, you look
much... quite a bit actually... well, larger... than when I last examined
you."  His eyes showed surprise.

"Yes, sir," Eric answered.  "I've been working out." Eric smiled a huge,
dimpled grin, and the three of us laughed.

"Sir," I said.  "Is your son coming aboard?"

"Yes, of course," he said.  "He's coming.  He's getting dressed.  Didn't
want to make a bad first impression.  You know how teenagers can be."  The
doctor laughed loudly.

Just then, the door was darkened with a fucking huge figure.

"Gentlemen," Dr. Gaylord said.  "This is my son, Thor."

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