Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1999 22:53:58 GMT
From: Derek Flex <raexis@hotmail.com>
Subject: Testos Four - Episode 6, The Honeymoon Night

Testos Four - Episode 6, The Honeymoon Night
by Derek Flex


It had been a month since the wedding, and Jark & Trong had just returned
from their honeymoon.  I hadn't realized how much I missed Jark.  But now
that he was back, I was flooded with lust.

Jark sat down on the couch next to me.  His warm musculature smelled of
semen and sweat, even though he was clean.  He handed me a small disc.

"I wanted to give this to  you as a present for being my Neusex Partner," he
said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, lets just say I wanted to let you enjoy my wedding night.  I recorded
this at the hotel.  There's more where that came from if you like the first
night," he grinned.  "You can watch it either in holodeck mode, or on a
screen."

He slid the disc between my muscular legs and it lodged just below my balls.
  His hand slowly moved up onto my genitals.  It was a huge, muscular hand,
connected to a mammoth, striated forearm.  My rod, already erect, bristled
at his seductive touch.  I froze.  Jark leaned to me and began to kiss me.
His steady hand tickled my swollen meat.  I moaned.  Jark slowly began to
masturbate me.

Within a minute, my penis was squirting.  Jark smiled.  "Glad to see I
haven't lost my touch with you," he said.

"Oh, I've missed you," I said as I splashed milk onto my abs.  Jark pushed
his strong hand down and my cock spurted more juice up onto my chest.  He
kissed me more and I kept cumming...

"But Jark," I protested devilishly, "Aren't you and Trong supposed to be
monogamous for the first year?  Isn't that the Testone tradition?

"Yes Raexis," he answered.  "But I don't think anyone will care, as long as
you don't tell anyone that I masturbated you."  He gave my cock one last
squeeze and I pushed out another teaspoonful of cum.  I grinned at him.

Later that evening, I locked myself in my room.  I took the disc and
inserted it into the computer.  For some unknown reason, I decided to watch
it on the screen, rather than in holodeck mode.  It felt a little more nasty
this way.

The screen lit up and the program began:

Trong opened the door, then bent over and lifted Jark up and carried him
across the threshold into the completely dark room.

"Computer.  Lights."  Trong commanded.

Instantly the lights came on, and Jark's eyes were treated to a scene that
immediately got his thick cock stirring.  In the middle of the luxuriously
appointed room was a bed, completely decked out in leather and chains.
There were mirrors everywhere, including on the ceiling.

"I thought you might like to do a little bondage with your giant husband,"
Trong smiled.  He gently set Jark's feet on the floor and stood him up.  The
two checked out the equipment.

"You mean, I get to put you in this stuff?" Jark asked, grinning from ear to
ear.  He had always fantasized about overpowering some huge muscleTestone
and raping the shit out of him.  His fantasies frequently involved binding a
powerful opponent and muscling him into submission.

Trong just grinned at his new husband.  Jark's boner grew quickly.  "I want
to please you, Jark," Trong said.  "I want our marriage to be full of love
and sex and erotic pleasures.  You are the love of my life, my little stud.
I want you to enjoy every possible aspect of my muscular body.  If you want
to torture me, then I'm game," Trong smiled.

"Oh Trong, you are so much more than I ever dreamed of!" Jark almost began
to cry.  The two huge Testones embraced, Trong's giant body enveloping Jark
in a passionate hug.  They slowly kissed.  Jark looked up at Trong's strong
face and then kissed him again.  Their muscles intertwined into a sensual
display of brute power and lust.  They french kissed.  They moaned.  Jark
moved his hands up onto Trong's gargantuan arms and held them there.  Trong
rubbed his hands across Jark's bowling-ball glutes.  As I watched the
screen, my cock stiffened, my heart raced.

After about five minutes of HOT kissing and hugging, the two muscleteens
broke their embrace.  Without speaking, Trong sat down on the bed.  Jark
took the wrist cuffs and strapped them onto Trong.  The thick, heavy chains
were connected to posts at the top corners of the bed.  They wrapped around
motorized winches.  Jark strapped the ankle shackles onto Trong's feet.
Those chains were connected to winches at the bottom corners of the bed.
Trong laid back.

"Put your hands together," Jark said.  "I want to see you struggle against
the chains."  Trong obliged.  Jark turned on the motors and they began to
hum.  The chains began to shorten, rattling and clanging as they were pulled
into the winch.  Trong laid there, waiting for the chains to begin pulling
on his wrists.  His hands were folded and lying on his granite abs, his
fingers intertwined.  Jark had not yet turned on the ankle chains.

Trong looked so incredibly huge and strong.

My cock stiffened.

Soon, the chains were taut.  Trong's arms began to flex as he started to
struggle to keep his hands together.  The humming of the motors lowered in
pitch as Trong's powerful arms slowed their progress.  Slowly, powerfully,
the machines began to pry Trong's thick fingers apart.  Trong grimaced and
squeezed his arms.  His hands kept moving apart.  Soon, his grip was broken.
  He strained, tightening his face, bulging his neck.  He dropped his head
back and roared.  "GRRRRRRRRR!"  The room seemed to shake.  The chains
strained.  Trong's gigantic arms trembled as he called upon every bit of
strength to stop the outward movement of his hands.  His mountainous,
bulbous chest muscles bulged.  But alas, the motors kept pulling, albeit
slower, against the powerful Testone.

Trong brought his head forward again and watched his steel-filled arms
spread apart.  He fought harder and the motor lugged down slightly.  His
tight abs looked like a brick wall.  Jark's huge erection was pointing
straight up, precum oozing.

Trong panted loudly, struggling.  Muscles against machine.  Brawn against
steel.  Trong began to hiss, his breathing punctuated with percussive
bursts.  Still, the chains kept pulling his mighty arms apart.  He laid on
the bed, his massive body helplessly fighting.  The powerful machine was
winning.  Within a few minutes, Trong's brawny upper body was stretched
wide, his arms impotent to stop the pulling of the chains.

The motor stopped, and Trong's long, thick arms were stretched to their
limit.

The giant, muscular Testone looked straight up and saw his reflection in the
mirror on the ceiling.  As his eyes were filled with the image of his own
striated, bulging body, his erection began to grow.  Jark pressed a button
and Trong's legs began to pull apart.  The chains on his shackles began to
tighten.  Trong fought hard, his ripped quads, hamstrings and calves
struggling against every inch as they widened and were pulled toward the
corners of the bed.  Within minutes, all four limbs of Trong's unbelievable
body were pulled tight.  The mighty Testone giant was helpless.

Trong kept looking at his muscular body in the mirror, and his cock
continued to fill with blood, stiffening and swelling it.

Jark moved to his husband and slipped a leather strap around Trong's nearly
erect penis.  He slid it down the shaft, till it was all the way down.  The
strap was tight against the pulled skin of Trong's erect cock.  The strap
was connected to a cable, which was connected to a small winch at the foot
of the bed.  Jark pushed a button and the winch powered up, tightening the
cable.  The strap at the base of Trong's huge cock began to pull.  It used
the base of the dick as a fulcrum, causing the head to rise off Trong's abs,
and into the air.  Trong winced and moaned as the strap tightened.  His body
fought.  Soon, Trong's huge penis was nearly perpendicular with his body,
sticking almost straight up.  Trong writhed as his cock turned deep red and
blue, the blood struggling to circulate throughout the massive organ.  Blood
vessels that any human bodybuilder would die to have on his arms wrapped
their way around Trong's tight dick.  It was totally striated, totally lean,
totally muscular.

Hot squirts of my cum began to hit the viewer monitor.  I came involuntarily
as I gazed upon the extremely sensual, muscular picture on the screen.

Trong watched in the mirror as his body was pulled and tortured.  His
erection began to excrete precum.  Clearly, he was turned on by the vision
of his own captivity, his own muscles straining against the mighty machines.
  His muscular cock throbbed.  His oversized muscles bulged.  Soon, as Trong
looked at himself, he began to cum.  His first blast landed on his face.
The hot, milky cum splashed onto his cheeks, nearly causing steam to rise
from his sweaty face.  Trong moaned.  His second squirt hit the mirror on
the ceiling, sticking there only momentarily, then falling onto his left
pectoral muscle.  His third blast hit the ceiling again, as did the three or
four subsequent bursts.  Each glob lingered on the mirror before falling
slowly onto Trong's rippling muscles.  Trong grimaced and shot again.  And
again.  His jizz started to squirt faster now.  Within minutes, Trong was
drenched in white, his dark penis forcing more and more cum up through the
shaft, out the hole, pushing it into the air.  His mushroom head seemed to
slowly grow and contract with each ejaculation.  Open and closed.  Open and
closed.  Milk burst after milk burst.  When Trong wasn't groaning, one could
hear the penis blast the milk out.  It squirted loudly, like a spigot.

Jark climbed up onto the bed and spread his legs.  His muscular dick was
fully erect.  A drop of precum dribbled off his penis and onto Trong's neck.
  Jark hovered his hard, round ass muscles just inches above Trong's
squirting cock, allowing Trong to lubricate his glory hole with hot shots of
milk.  "No Jark. Please.  Not while it's pulled back like this!"  Trong
pleaded.

Jark ignored his husband's plea, and began to lower his butt onto the
throbbing cock.  Trong yelled in agony as Jark's tight ass enveloped his
massive, dark blue penis.  The rod moved in sharp, hard throbs as it slimed
its way inside Jark.  Jark winced as he slowly lowered his muscular body.
His massive quads bulged as they strained to lower him very, very slowly.
As soon as he was all the way down, Jark's huge cock began to spurt.  His
jizz also hit the mirror, then fell onto the two of them, much of it hitting
Trong's face.  Trong found the strength to stick out his tongue and capture
some of the jizz.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the two men were done.  Jark lifted
himself off Trong's still stiff rod and reversed the motors.  Within a few
minutes, Trong was free of the chains and the two were embraced in a
passionate hug.

Trong picked up Jark and laid him on the bed, face up.  Trong moved on top
of Jark, covering Jark's body with his huge musclebody.  He frenched Jark
passionately, exploring every inch of the smaller man's mouth.  Jark began
to cum again, his jizz blasting between them, wetting their abs and chests.
While he kept his mouth locked to Jark's, Trong lifted his butt just a bit
and inserted his cock between Jark's legs.  Up, up and up it went, inside
Jark's rectum.  When it was about halfway in, Jark could feel Trong's huge
body tighten.  His already hard muscles turned to steel.  His penis began to
spurt cum again, and soon Jark's ass was dripping with the excess.  Trong
pushed all the way in.  The two men's mouths were inseparably connected as
they continued in passionate intercourse.

For the second time, my cock began to spurt.  I touched myself in slow,
sensual brushes.  My fingertips gave immense pleasure to my ejaculating
penis.  This was so much better than any sex show I had ever watched.

Trong came for over a half hour, holding his husband helplessly immobile.
Jark's heart raced the whole time.  He wondered if it would ever end.
Trong's semen bloated Jark's abdomen.  The excess sopped the sheets under
Jark's ass as it spilled out of his hole.  Jark couldn't move.  Trong's
rock-hard muscles were impenetrable.  His massive frame nearly crushed Jark,
his powerful arms squeezed Jark hard.   But Jark was strong and had
incredible endurance.

Finally, Trong was done.  He pulled himself out, and in the same motion,
moved his face down to Jark's penis.  Jark's body seemed to fill with air as
soon as Trong moved off.  The combination of being released from Trong's
powerful embrace and the sensation of Trong's sensual tongue on his dick
caused Jark to moan loudly.  Trong began to give Jark the HOTTEST blow job
he had ever had.  He crept his muscular lips over Jark's cut head and moved
them slowly down the hard shaft.   His tongue massaged and tickled Jark's
penis.  He sucked.  He kissed.  He licked.  He knew EXACTLY where to touch
and tickle Jark's dick.  Jark exploded with a shot of hot cum.  Trong
smiled.  He bent over and picked jerking Jark up with his powerful, huge
arms.  Jark continued to ejaculate as Trong stood him up.  Then Trong turned
around, inviting Jark to fuck his muscular ass.  Almost out of control, Jark
grabbed Trong's hard triceps and shoved his cock inside Trong's warm, tight
ass.  Jark continued to ejaculate as he moved inside quickly.  Soon he was
in all the way.  He grabbed Trong tightly and went for the ride of his life!
  His hands found their way around the muscular torso of Trong and moved
onto Trong's still erect penis.  As he continued to cum, me began to
masturbate Trong, and soon both were cumming together:  Jark into Trong, and
Trong into the air.

The marriage of muscle and muscle had been consummated.  And it was my
pleasure to witness this wedding night.  And I decided right then and there
that I would have to play this disc many times in the future.