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Billy Saga, The
(The Billy Saga, part Nine)
[Morph by Matt]
They stood there for a moment or two, all three of them, monumental,
gargantuan, seemingly morphed beyond imagination, muscles huge,
bulging, cut, vascular, constantly flexing, libido-smashing - how could
anyone endure the ministrations of such inhuman, godlike muscle, let
alone be competent enough to serve - or service - them?
As they advanced slowly, as one, towards me, chained to their ceiling like a
sacrifice to supreme muscle, my balls were unable to restrain themselves and
they started to churn and demand release. But the thongs which bound
them so tightly prevented this, edging me towards unbearable expectation.
Their "agent" had led me through the vast double doors into this dark
cavern: shiny black, spongy leather floors, reflected everywhere in the floor-toceiling
mirrors that lined the entire space and by the one that covered the
ceiling above itself.
The mirrors also reflected the room's equipment which seemed at first sight
to be very promising: a couple of suspended slings, various leather covered
benches of different sizes and sometime strange shapes, big body-size
wedges, piles and piles of towels, and shelves and shelves of "other
I had already been asked to strip when I arrived but now the "agent" was
strapping up and dividing my cock and my balls with a number of thick
black straps. "Thick" because, as he explained, when pressure was brought to
bear on them from the enlargement of the genitalia they automatically
inflated somewhat to give extra pressure and extra pleasure.
Once he had dealt with that, to the satisfaction of both of us, he inserted a
metal egg up my butt - I knew it came from Mr. S in San Francisco, for I
had one at home which was used quite frequently on lonely nights. The
electric pulse(s) it provided were almost as good as being fucked. But that
wasn't good enough for the "agent" - he also had to stuff up me what was
clearly an inflatable butt plug - something which could only increase the
effect of the egg.
"My clients will be activating this as they feel inclined" he said, before gently
fastening my wrists into cuffs attached to chains high and wide above my
He then oiled me from head to foot with some heady aromatic fragrance, not
neglecting either my piss-slit nor my butt-crack. I think he enjoyed sliding
his little hands over my muscle - almost as if he was suppressing some
jealousy as he dug his pinkie into my piss-slit and his thumb up my ass.
He picked up a remote. "I'll just leave this humming for your comfort while
you're waiting for the clients. They will be in momentarily."
And he left me.
The "hum" plus the expectation of what I hoped was to follow got my libido
humming and my dick rising toward my pecs quite soon after he left the
room. And yes, I could feel the bands swelling and pressing quite hard, still
comfortably, on my equipment. He was right - I didn't have long to wait.
The doors were flung open and the three of them advanced. I've tried, but
there are no words that can sufficiently describe their magnificence. All
Three of them were now practically naked except for their black work- and/or
wrestling boots: the One in the middle seemed to be the leader. He was
certainly the tallest and, I think the biggest. The widest imaginable delts
contrasted with the smallest waist; the quads swept out to match the width of
the shoulders, the impossible pecs were to die for and his arms were the size
of my waist. His brown crewcut surmounted a face strangely pale compared
to his deep tan, his eyes were sleepy and dark and his wide, full lips
surpassed even Matt Rush's - and Matt could never in his wildest dreams
have imagined his own physique to look like this - at least not yet. Anything,
as I was discovering is possible. Even a dick and balls the size of his,
though they were almost transparently disguised in his yellow poser.
Number Two, on his right, was black-haired and swarthy. Strategically placed
tats emphasized the brutal size of his muscles - echoed by the brutal aspect
of his otherwise good-looking face. Kovacs-like, aesthetics didn't enter into
his choice of a body-shape, it was just damned enormous and fucking hot.
His boots had to be short: no boots could ever contain the size of those
calves. Just as his leather hotpants were unable to contain the huge fuckrod
that had squeezed itself out of the bottom cuffs.
I guess it was Three who had got me into this situation. I had run across
all of them dominating the local Eagle which was having a quiet night simply
because the whole crowd were stunned into silence, unable to take their
eyes off the hugely muscled, leather-clad trio sitting at the bar. Just my
luck: NumberThree, blonde, beautiful and cheeky had started to grin at me
even as soon as I arrived. Grinning, winking, grabbing at his leathered
crotch, sliding his gauntleted hand up and down on it. Licking his lips at me
over the rim of his beer.
Never one to look a gift-horse in the mouth and being as totally disabled
from speaking as everyone else in the bar, I strolled up towards him and put
a hand on his thick, chaps-covered thigh, and looked deeply and I hope
challengingly into his bright blue eyes.
"Want another?" he asked. "Want you," I replied. "That's good because I
want you," he grinned.
"So?" I said, now squeezing his crotch.
"OK," he said, squeezing mine, "lets go for it!"
He looked at the other two who both had their eyebrows raised.
"Oh, but I should explain, we come as a threesome. You'd have to take us
The other two guffawed and he grinned and blushed at what he'd just said.
"Or we'd take you," he emended.
"What you mean is I'd have to take the lot of you. Maybe the lot of you
could take me?"
Before this double challenge could be answered, Number One beckoned to a
guy in the corner, incongruously dressed for a leather bar in a business suit.
He whispered to him, pointing at me. He took me aside.
"Er, I don't expect you have a card on you, Mr........? No, er, well you
wouldn't, I guess. Here's mine. I am the agent for these gentlemen - I
arrange all their meetings, exhibitions etc as well as looking after their affairs.
Now I understand this meeting is to be quite er, informal and unofficial and I
don't have to arrange any terms - that's just fine, but there are one or two
things you should understand - three against one, you know!....."
It's not necessary to go into all he told me: it was mainly ensuring the
Team's indemnity against anything that might "happen" in such as threeagainst-
one situation. I explained that I could look after myself thankyou,
that I could take anything that was coming my way and that there was no
need for him or them to worry about a thing.
Or so I thought at the time.
However, he explained they wanted him to "prepare" me and would I please
follow them to the house. We all got onto our bikes and he followed us in
his little car.
And here we were - are.
Number Three was still grinning all over his pretty boy face - that face that
was so contradicted, so enhanced by the enormous wealth of muscle he
carried on him. Now they were all more-or-less naked (Three was still
wearing his chaps but nothing underneath them) I could fully appreciate their
mammoth, monumental, mouth-watering mountains of muscle.
When all three had closed in on me, Two and Three both pulled up benches
to sit on (Two inevitably seizing a large dumbell to curl with) and One led off
"So, now you can see what we've all got to offer, which one of us d'you
"Well, it was Pretty-Billy over there that got me into all this but, if you must
know, I wanna take all three of you."
"One by one, or all three at once?"
I rattled my chains. "Doesn't seem like you've left me much choice, but I
can do one-on-one or all three at once - whatever you guys decide to do
Two: Shit, man! Little muscle boy's greedy!
Three stood up: Yeah. My name's Billy, and you may think I'm pretty, but
can you deal with all this?"
He muscled into a Most-muscular and flexed a huge bi under my nose.
"Think you could take this up your ass?"
"You bet I could!"
Two pushed into the middle of the group and ripped down his hotpants. The
huge thickness of his dick jabbed into my abs.
"Maybe you think you could take two of these up your ass at the same time
and the third down your throat?"
"Promise or threat? I can take anything you wanna give me BUT..."
And here I paused, glaring at Billy-Boy.
"BUT.... some time tonight I need to get my hot rod into his hot muscleass!"
One reasserted himself. He got real close and started to massage my oiled
muscles with his big, calloused paws. (Felt great, by the way)
"How'd ya like to rassle with the three of us in the oilpit? Have all three of
us sit on your face and jack you off? Fuck you both ends at the same
"Sounds great!" I gasped,
Billy interrupted. "Hey guys! Tim, Troy! I think musclebutt here needs
something more than a lot of fucking dick, He needs a helluva lot of
MUSCLE. I'd like to see him get as big as we are, then we could
really have fun with him! Whadda you say, Troy?"
"If that's what you all want, I don't see why not - but what does Musclebutt
have to say about it? Do you want to be as big as we are?"
Two: "Stupid question! What bodybuilder doesn't want to be as big as we
Billy wound his fucking great arms around me and pressed our pecs and abs
tight together. He started to slide his muscle against my oily ones,
whispering into my ear.
"Wanna be like me, Musclebutt? Wanna get big muscles and a big dick like
mine? Wanna fuck with me night after night and let the others fuck us both
all day? Wanna work out with us and take Troy's stuff and get huge?
Whadda you say, Studpole?" He grabbed mine and started to jack it. The
leather bands tightened excruciatingly around my root as my nuts demanded
instant release. Which they didn't get.
I blew into his ear, licked it, and said "You bet I do, stud!" and bit his ear.
"I saw that! I saw that!" yelled Two. "Where my family come from in Sicily
that means a challenge!"
"And so it is!" I snarled as Two yanked Billy off me and grabbed my dick.
"This whole fucking night's gonna be a challenge!"
"You know, Tim," reasoned One (Troy), "we've often talked about getting a
fourth muscle-stud to match up with us. The exchange of DNA as we grow
him will be great for us all - then no one will ever get left out of our Games!
Friend, are you prepared to take what we give you and give us what you've
got, and so get to be as big as us - no backing out?"
I looked at Doctor Troy's great, beautiful, huge, full, striated morphed muscle
and pulled myself up to his height on my chains, swung my thighs around
his waist, some how yanking his posing strap off with my toes, and rammed
my butt down on his freed and rampant cock which I started to fuck with my
"You gonna be first, Doc, or what?"
I clamped my mouth on his full and inviting lips and sucked the air out of
his lungs as we fucked each other, swinging in mid-air. He groaned each
time his dick collided with the egg. Big Fucker Two got behind me to
massage my slippery pecs. I felt his questing fingers run lightly over the
thick striations and across my abdominal alps before he homed in on my
nips and started to twist them. Hard.
I gasped: that's always a superb turn-on for me - as if I needed one with all
the hunky muscle that was squeezing in on me from all sides.
Billy - it seemed that was Three' s name - launched himself through the air
and grabbed the bar over my head. He did four or five pull-ups, his gigantic
and monumentally erect dick wiping its pre-cum over my face as he did so.
After the fifth he clamped his crazy quads around my neck - and, I guess
around Tim's behind me -- pulled me in towards him so that his fucker
could shove itself into my mouth.
Synching with Troy's anal thrusts, Billy's dick was welcomed in and out of my
throat, sucked hard by my cheeks and my tongue. Tim had somehow fixed
some alligator clamps to my nips - to keep them awake and aware, I guess
- and now had his fists wrapped around my dick and balls which, more from
pleasant frustration than actual pain, were now enjoying extreme pressure
from their bonds.
"Tim, make sure he doesn't cum, OK?" yelled Troy as his fuck-thrusts grew
even more passionately demanding.
"Yeah, make sure!" Echoed Billy with his dick lodged deep in my gullet.
"Maybe you'd both better come out of him then - don't wanna waste it all
on the prelims, do we? Think he's had a good enough taste of some of our
They pulled out of me and / or dropped off me. By now my nuts were
screaming at me for release of their pent-up treasure an my arms were
beginning to feel pulled out of their sockets. So I did a few pull-ups to
induce some blood into my arms while the Three stood nattering below me,
jacking each other's slime-covered dicks as they watched me restoring my
"We're gonna let you down," said Tim, "but I guess we can trust you not to
complicate matters while we prepare for the next onslaught?"
"Fuck, Tim! I'll make sure of that!" Billy wrapped his arms around me and
dragged my soul out of my mouth with the kiss I'd been hankering for for
some time. I wrapped my arms around his huge lats and grabbed upwards
on those cannon balls called delts while gyrating my oily muscle against his
hard and sweaty muscle-meat.
We were both getting off on the kiss when I suddenly felt a jab in my butt.
Billy increased his power-hold on me and I looked over my shoulder to see
Troy grinning and removing a horse-sized hypo from my glutes.
"Just making you feel comfy!" grinned the Doc.
Tim ordered: "Hold on to him tight,. Billy, till he feels the effect of the dope!."
"Fuck, guys - I don't need any dope! The three are enough to....to....enough
to.....aaw shit.....aaw fuck yeah...........feelin' good, guys!"
Something was building up in my innards that wasn't just the hum of the
egg which suddenly grew stronger. I saw the remote in Tim's paw and his
thumb was moving something on the dial. I started to paw at the bonds
dividing my nuts as these were threatening to become excruciating. But it
wasn't them, and it wasn't the egg, it as something causing my libido to
swell towards splitting the sexual universe.
My knees gave way and Billy let me slide down his magnificence and laid me
on one of the leather benches. My head was getting woozier by the minute
and my tongue too thick to speak coherently.
"He was right, Doc - he doesn't need the ball-straps - he's so turned on to
us already that your stuff's giving his libido its own head."
"Yeah, Troy," said Billy's voice, "he';s enjoying himself so much, this birds's
not going anywhere for a while. Get 'em off him."
I was groaning contentedly, still in Billy-boy's huge arms. The smiling Doc
Troy leaned over us both and I felt his deft surgeon's fingers undoing the
straps. Immediately my dick enlarged itself by at least twenty-five percent
and my nuts rejoiced as they churned. He stroked it gently until Billy
slapped his hands away.
"Hey, Doc! Don't get him to cum now! His first dose is mine, anyway! Tim,
get that thing going!"
He clamped his big blonde hand tight around my balls as Tim upped the
current of the egg-throb about a hundred percent. I almost took off as it
"Billy, not sure how much this dick of mine can wait to get into him: you've
both been in him already! How soon, Doc?"
"Oh, I should say he'll reach max in about two minutes, then we can all play
I was feeling pretty fuckin' good already and I grabbed Billy and pulled him
on top of me and started to hump both our dicks against our abs.
Whatever the shit was, it was turning me on more than pot, EX and poppers
could combined. I started to wrestle with Billy, on to the floor, rolling about
the padded leather floor. Feeling I could conquer and fuck him whenever I
Of course, I couldn't. However Troy had magnified my senses, Billy was still
a lot bigger and a lot stronger than me. Now he had me in some hold
(prohibited of course by the Wrestling Association) with the scarlet dripping
knob of his dick an inch away from my face and his fist up my ass. Shit, all
that muscle on top of me felt good and I was making the most of it.
With a good indrawn suck I managed to guide the thick thread of musclehoney
dripping from his cock into my mouth. Shit, it was potent! My head
started to hum as the warmth slipped downs my innards. Billy grinned.
"Lot more where that came from, bud, and you're gonna get it all!"
"Yeah, fuck me!" commanded my new-regained voice. "Want you all to fuck
me! Shit guys, get on with it!"
The Doctor's voice pontificated from somewhere above me.
"His receptors are fully open now - what say we give him his first Main Shot
now? Be good to feel him growing while we're all fucking, wouldn't it?"
Yeah, FUCK me, ALL of you! Wanna feel you fuck me NOW!"
"Greedy punk, aren't you?" grinned Billy as he fed his dick in my mouth
where I sucked on the huge tip like a baby.
"Yeah, Doc, do it!" growled Tim. "Gotta get inside that butt right now!"
My ultra-flaked brain was so involved with examining and relishing the
magnitude of Billy's knob, and with analyzing the seeping muscle juice I was
sucking out of his outsize piss-slit, that I hardly noticed when an ice-cold
needle was slid into my nuts. I did feel them both being inflated by whatever
Troy was pumping into them but any concern I might have felt in different
circumstances was completely overlaid by Tim's triumphant entrance into my
Billy had scriggled himself around so that his dick was thrusting itself down
my throat from behind my head. I didn't really take that into account
because I felt my legs being pulled up over a massive pair of shoulders and
the Leaning Tower of Pisa demanding entry to my innards.
As Tim started his massive pile-driving thrusts up my love-canal, the effect
on my joy-button was increased by Troy's lips closing around my own semispurting
member. As Tim's corona collided with the electric egg he yelled
orgasmically at the effect. Not content with this, he upped the current again
and drove in even more passionately.
"Shit, guys! Bin a long time since my dick was being fucked by such a tight
twat! Fuck yeah! And he knows how to use those butt-muscles to squeeze it
outa ya real good!"
A few monumental thrusts later by both dicks, Troy announced it was his
turn and, somehow I was spun around to receive Troy's outsize number up
my ass and Tim's down my throat. Looking up at the joyful image in the
mirror over our heads I could see Tim sucking away at Billy's vastly inflated
Some fucking good picture! But my ass was telling me it might have had all
it could take and I started to murmur and mutter a bit accordingly. Billy,
who was after all only being sucked by his number one lover, seemed to
sense my predicament before the others.
"Hell, guys! I haven't had a chance to fuck him yet, and his cunt's getting
sore already. And I found him first! He's mine, fuck you two!"
"It's - uunh - OK, Billy - unnh - his change - should be - unnh unnh -
starting any time now. Unnh Unnh Unhh - Look, unnh - his pecs - unnh
unhh - growing already! UNNH UNNH UNHH!"
Troy definitely erupted up me at that moment and, though I could feel a very
satisfying torrent pouring through my guts, my hands, suddenly freed by Tim,
grabbed at my pecs which were indeed swelling like hot- air balloons. My
nips were red-hot to the touch and were growing like miniature Vesuvii even
as I pulled ran my palms across them.
With Troy still jetting his final spasms inside me I started to writhe in a
mixture of agony and ecstacy as I felt my abs swelling and Billy's hands
caressing them. At that moment Tim almost suffocated me with his own jetstream
down my throat, but he did have the grace or the sense to pull out
and jet most of his splooge across my face and now-red-hot chest.
"Shit, men - look at these delts spreading!" he said, with some kind of awe in
"Fuck you both!" yelled Billy. "He's MINE and I wanna feel all this!"
So saying he pushed both Troy and Tim off me and stuck his hugely
impatient dick where it best belonged - up my ass. He crashed his
enormous chest down on top of mine, wrapped his meaty arms around me
and held me as tight to his torso as he could while he started to pile-drive
inside me. He pulled my burgeoning chest up against his and, once again,
stuck his tongue down my throat.
This was what we had both been waiting for ever since I'd walked into the
Eagle. And now, joined to each other by passion and with splooge, we now
got what we both wanted.
As we rubbed against each other, outside and in, we were both enjoying
supreme muscle-sex as well as appreciating my ever growing, ever-bulging
and stretching muscles. My dick was HUGE against the cobblestones of his
giant ex-teen abs as they grated it against my own well-lubed musclemounts.
As they provided a continual stream of excited commentary about the way I
was "developing", one of the others maneuvered my thickening quads round
Billy's waist so that I could lock his pelvis-driven dick further up me.
"He's nearly there!" yelled Troy, somewhere above me. I had been clenching
my eyes shut so as to better experience the sensations of growth and, more,
of Billy's rhapsodic fuck-mechanism, but now I opened them to stare
unfocussed into his bright blue ones as our tongues sucked away at each
other. Almost simultaneously we started to growl down each other's throats
as the sap rose mightily within us both and threatened to drown the world.
Our heads fell back from each other; we roared out our fuckstacy and
clutched out torsos even tighter against each other as we both ejected
mammoth torrents of hot splooge into and onto each other. At the same
time Tim and Troy, whose hands had not been idle, drenched us both with
thern own silver streams and their own yells of sexual triumph.
When our joint spasms had subsided, Troy yelled excitedly.
"Let him up! Let him up, Billy! He needs to see what we've done with him!"
As Billy obligingly pulled his dick out of my still-hungry depths, I found
myself roaring and pushed him off me to stagger to my feet. He quickly
jumped up, everything dripping (as was I), making sure I didn't keel over. I
hardly had time to notice that I was now easily as big as he was before three
pairs of hands grabbed me and turned me towards the mirrors. There I was
greeted by the sight of this gigantic, and ultra-handsome muscle monster, his
hugely-pumped muscles glittering in the spotlights with golden sweat. And
I roared with delight when I realized it was ME, beat my chest, flexed my
pecs, doubled my split bis, spread my lats and generally indulged in
exhibitionistic ecstacy as I saw my veins swell under the paper-thin skin and
every striation of huge muscle reveal itself under the lights.
Then I saw Billy grinning beside me, matching me pose for pose. I turned
away from the mirror to gaze for a moment at the blonde paragon of muscle
monsters I had been lusting after all night, then, with another almighty roar,
flung my new-muscled self upon him. Bore him halfway across the chamber
and slammed him down on to a double-king-size black leathered bed, pulled
his legs up and jammed my still-unsatisfied dick up his greedy and
Although I was principally concerned in giving Billy the fuck of his life (sorry,
Tim!) I was vaguely away through the mirrors of Tim launching himself at
Troy, pulling him half-way up his chest, then ramming Troy's butt down on
his vertical satin-shod steel fuckrod before they too both collapsed on to the
ground in an orgy of sexuality.
The rest of the night and beyond passed in a general orgy of sexuality: no
holds were barred and no limit were placed on partnerships in any fashion,
direction or combination.
The same could be said of out entire existence thereafter: the Three
Muscleteers had found their own D'Artagnan and he had found them.
The Three became Four and set out to provide the world with supreme
examples of what could be achieved through the hottest muscle-sex known
The Author's most profound thanks are of course due to Matt, of
HSMusclBoy [[email protected]], who invented, and happily
continues to invent Tim and Billy (as well as Billy's brothers and Matt's
sensational new Asian Stud) and to FanTCdude who "fathered" Doctor Troy
is his story "Twelve Steps Backwards" which can be found in the archives of
MuscleGrowthStories at http://mgs.digital-empire.net. Matt's entire Billy/Tim
oeuvre can be found at http://scottstuff.com.
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