Luv Dreams Part 2

Cum-uppance

The city had reeled from a strange rash of “muggings”, a group of over enthusiastic bodybuilders who were also muscle worshipers, had been assaulting buff, handsome men, wrestling them to the ground, binding them and then licking their biceps, sucking on their nipples and caressing the muscles and loins of the bound and helpless studs. The number of crimes of this nature were unknown, some had been too humiliated to report the assault, others had been too embarrassed because to their surprise and consternation, they had enjoyed the encounter.

The city had tried some buff cops as decoys but each time the muscle cop and his partner had ended up tied and molested. To the shock of their brethren the dozen affected cops had taken to hanging out in a local leather bar thereafter. This could not continue. The town needed a superhero to take on these dastardly buggermuggers, and they turned to Frank Defeo. The cops promised Frank that a swat team would be standing by to back him up on his signal, but he that just brought a guffaw from the big guy.

Frank jogged in the park which had been the scene of the attacks. He noticed it was devoid of men, who-once the stories had circulated- had stopped frequenting this acerage of green. He jogged down the lanes wearing tight running shorts and no shirt. His pectoral muscles were two giant slabs of corded muscle topped with two tempting pepperonis. They flexed and bounced as he ran, his thighs rippled, and there were flashes of his loaded guns as his arms swung forward and back as he ran. His running shorts were tight and outlined his girded loins. The women enjoying the park forgot what they were doing as he ran by, their mouths dropped open, their eyes bulged out like the compound eyes of insects. Frank was like a bright flame and the women were moths. Their loins moistened with the dew of desire, pulses raced. and husbands, boyfriends and lovers were forgotten. They had discovered the paragon of masculinity, a handsome he-man that they thought only existed in the realm of fantasy, here in the flesh. All men were spoiled for them thereafter. From that point on they would only desire Frank, and would assess their lovers by how close they came to the impossible standard he had set.

Frank of course was also a wet dream for the gang of marauders. As he approached a thicket of shrubbery in which the gang hunkered they pounced.

Frank smiled a snarling predatory smile as the group of seven came at him. They had not anticipated the furious rain of blows that came at them packed with 275 lbs. of muscle behind them. The sickening smack of Frank’s iron fists against flesh and bone. One received a blow to the stomach so powerful it knocked the wind out of him and the continuing swing slid up the ribs and drove into the chin of the attacker. He would be sipping from a straw for several weeks due to a wired jaw. One could almost see the boff! Bam! Slam! Whap! of the comic books. When the SWAT team arrived it was all over.

Those of the group that were still conscious were slithering as they attempted to crawl away with their limp and twisted limbs. The gang was a black and blue mass of bruises adorned with splashes of blood, all of it their own. They looked as they had been through a trash compactor, twisted broken wrecks of human beings, eyes nearly swollen shut, and lips so fat they looked as if they had had an overdose of collagen injections. They resembled cars after a head on collision with a wall at 50 miles an hour, a wreck of crumpled and twisted mass of metal, plastic and shattered glass. The human wreckage was so devastating, one could only feel pity for the would be assaulters. Enough teeth to fill two whole sets of jaws lay strewn about as jagged fragments. There was the stench of voided bowels as the attackers had known true fear for the first time.

Frank was leaning up against a tree, studying his scratched and swollen knuckles, his mighty fists still partly covered in the gore of his opponents. The massive muscle god was not even winded, and had barely worked up a sweat. The police had to haul the seven offenders to the ICU, it would be many weeks of reconstructive surgery, rehabilitation therapy and hospital care before the group could even be considered of a condition to be arraigned. Still in the euphoria of the pain medication, they had vivid dreams and fantasies of Frank, but always in these dreams they were never in control, but were submissive slavish thralls of their muscle god. Nurses grumbled at having to clean up the crusted rivers of nightly emissions sent as offerings to Frank.