Her Muscles Are No Longer His Concern Part 2
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
Sometimes breakups are hard... on him.


In Part 1 (see Diana's Library bookshelf for Elrohir) I was working out for
the first time in years, late at night in an all night gym. A blonde muscle
goddess was there working out with her boyfriend, a short but arrogant muscle
man. She bruised his male ego by out-lifting him in a big way, then refused
his offer to spot her, making it clear she didn't need his help. He stormed
off to the restroom in a huff, and while he was away she began flirting with
me so aggressively that she had me totally turned on and under her spell well
before the boyfriend returned. He angrily threatened me and was just about to
attack me when she stepped between us. Enraged, he attacked her instead... Big
Mistake: she wiped up the floor with him, leaving him semiconscious and in
pain. Not satisfied, she took further control of his body by arousing him
against his will and then making him cum all over himself. She then hoisted
his beaten, bruised, and helpless carcass up over her shoulder, took my hand
and led me back to their apartment.)

She let go of my hand, took out her key and opened the door to the apartment,
which was large and very well appointed. As we passed through the dining room
she grabbed one of the heavy mahogany ladder-back chairs there like it weighed
no more than a feather and carried it along with Mikey into the bedroom,
setting it down about 6 feet from the bed. She put Mikey down on his feet for
just long enough to grab his throat with one hand and his crotch with the
other and lifted him over her head. Dimly aware of what was happening, he
groaned, afraid she was going to body slam him to the floor, but she just held
him up high and chuckled at the fear in his eyes. She did five slow squats
with him overhaed before standing back up. Her every muscle was now pumped up
and magnificently defined. She was nearly six feet tall and extremely muscular
but not bulky. Blonde hair in a single ponytail cascaded like a beautiful
waterfall down her back to her waist, highlighting her broad back, tiny waist,
and hard, round ass. The act of lifting Mikey pumped up her pecs and made her
large breasts stand out even more. Her beauty combined with her incredible
display of strength and complete dominance had my member diamond-hard and
poking its head out the waist band of my gym shorts.

She grinned up at Mikey and then lowered him into the chair, which had no
arms. He was somewhat awake but due to his obvious fear made no attempt to
escape or even move. She whipped off her sports bra, which was wet with sweat,
since beating the muscle munchkin to a pulp had exerted her a little bit.
Twisting the bra into a rope, she folded his arms behing his back behind the
chair and tied them securely to one of the rungs of the ladder back, then she
yanked the laces from each of his high top shoes and tied his feet to the
front legs of the chair. In that position Mikey might be able to rock the
chair a bit, but it was so heavy he would likely only be able rock it a little
and not make it fall over. He and I both knew that if he did try that, Dana
would be on him in a heartbeat to bring the pain and make his punishment
complete,, so he didn't even try to resist.

She stripped off her yellow high-cut shorts to reveal yellow bikini panties
which were also soaked with sweat. She rolled them down her legs and stepped
out of them, then balled them up and brought them up to Mikey's mouth. He saw
them coming and managed to clench his jaw, but she just reached out and
pinched his nose shut, the palm of her hand solid against his forehead to keep
it from turning away. Their eyes met and remained staring at each other for
what seemed like an eternity, a last test of wills that we all knew had a
foregone conclusion. Soon his chest began to heave as his brain was fighting
to keep his lungs under control but losing. The suspense was exquisite: We all
knew Mikey would lose the battle against Dana and his own body, we just didn't
know when. Finally, long after a time when I thought surely he would have gone
unconscious, with am exasperated gasp his mouth opened and he sucked in
precious air. She let him inhale deeply but before he could snap his mouth
closed she shoved the panties into it. He gagged and coughed until his throat
relaxed enough to breathe, but he could not dislodge them completely. He
growled in frustration, but it came out as a mere half-grunt: the ball of
aromatic undies prevented from screaming or shouting with any great effect.

With that done, she turned to me and raised her arms in a mock ballerina pose,
slowly pirouetting, her powerful naked body on total display. I didn't think I
could become any harder but I swear I did. She looked down at my predicament
and chuckled, stepped forward and slid her hands inside my shorts and
underwear on either side, then stretched the waistbands until she could drop
them to the floor. She grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and pulled me to her,
then bit the neckband of the shirt and held it with her teeth while she ripped
the shirt apart with her hands and allowed it, too, to drop to the floor
around my ankles.

She put her hands under my armpits and lifted me out of the pile of clothes
like a small child and took me to the edge of the bed. She and tossed me onto
it on my back, my almost painfully engorged cock bouncing back and forth but
then standing hard and tall. She hopped onto the bed on her knees, straddled
my lower legs and slowly moved forward, her muscled pussy lips meeting the
base of my pole and pushing it over like felling a tree, holding it down
against my belly. She fell forward, placing her hands outside my shoulders and
straightening her legs so that she was planked above my body, touching only
her firm breasts to my chest and her pussy lips to my cock. Supported by only
her hands and toes, she moved forward and back, her nipples rubbing my nipples
while her pussy caressed my quivering, pulsating member. The feeling was
incredible, so hotly arousing that I was becoming afraid I might explode and
soil us both, but just when I thought I couldn't take any more she dropped on
top of me and forced her tongue into my mouth, in and out, literally fucking
my mouth with her tongue. She kept me pinned while mouth raping me. I couldn't
move even though my hands were free, she was that heavy and strong. All I
could do was reach her back and feel her shoulder blades and down the deep
valley between her incredible back muscles to her hard, round cannonball-like
ass cheeks, all of which rippled and flexed as she ground herself against me.

She broke off the kiss and rose to a kneeling position while I gasped for
breath. When she considered me sufficiently recovered she rose much higher.
"Damn your cock is tall, baby!" she chuckled, as she settled onto my
steel-hard pole, enveloping me completely. She smiled down at me and held my
eyes with hers s while she ever so slowly rose the length of my cock. Slowly,
up and up she went until her labia held my pulsating pillar only by its head.
She paused for what seemed like a long time, continuing to hold my gaze and my
cock. Then ever so slowly she lowered herself, down and down until my thick
rod completely impaled her. It was heaven for me-- I was held so tightly
inside her that I felt huge, even bigger than I really am. Her love glove
pulsed around it, sending waves of intense energy through my body into my
brain, obliterating any thought of anything but her. She paused and allowed me
to recover, but only for a moment before repeating the entire process over
again... and again and again, increasing her speed and intensity almost
imperceptibly each time.

She was conditioning me, making me feel more pleasure each time, just enough
to be more intense but not more than I could tolerate and not so much that I
went over the edge. My tolerance for ecstasy thus steadily increased, so much
that after a very long period of near-edging she had increased her pace until
finally she was riding me up and down with abandon, slamming my hips into the
bed and my member into her, so hard that the bed began to creak with the
strain of each impact. With just minutes of manipulation she had molded me
into a sexual superman. I was in a zone, a never-ending plateau phase that
seemed to stretch toward infinity. My love column became a powerful lightning
rod that could absorb almost any amount of sensual energy, and she was the
storm that charged it repeatedly with jolts of incredible, increasing electric
intensity.

She fucked me like that for at least an hour, her stamina showing no signs of
abating, her skin glowing with just a slight sheen of perspiration. She was
doing all the work but I was the one becoming exhausted. My cock was still
rock hard but was getting sore from all the glorious friction, I was sweating
enough to soak the bedspread, and my entire body trembled with the tension of
extended incredible arousal. And yet, I was nowhere near climaxing: she had
manipulated and controlled my arousal so completely that I not only could
resist cumming, I couldn't seem to MAKE myself cum. Pain began mixing with
pleasure, and I moaned and groaned with both of them. Hearing this, she slowed
her riding and gazed down at me with a look of satisfaction, Laughing, she
squeezed me internally, which made me moan even louder. I'm certain that was
what she wanted, but I don't think she intended what came next, which was--
HER! A surprised look flashed across her face, and she suddenly she gasped,
her eyes closing. She threw her head back and a loud "UHHHHHH!" erupted from
deep within her, sounding much like a man does when he cums. She shook with
contractions for maybe 20 seconds, after which her face broke out in dazzling,
dreamy smile. She settled slowly with my still-hard unrequited cock inside
her. "Oh, yeahhhh," she sighed.

It was at that moment that Mikey's muffled voice screeched out through his gag
of panties. It was a strangled screaming cry of combined rage and emotional
agony. He had watched us fucking the entire time and tried to keep quiet,
knowing she would punish him severely for making even the slightest noise. But
now she'd not only had sex with another man in front of him, she had cum
mightily, maybe harder than she ever had with him. Feeling he had become a
superfluous cuckold, he was overwhelmed with excruciating feelings of
jealousy. Loss, and most importantly, emasculation. In that moment he reached
the limits of his tolerance and was scream-crying uncontrollably, giant tears
welling up in his eyes while he thrashed about in anger and frustration,
nearly toppling over in the heavy chair.

In a flash Dana lifted off me, sprang off the bed and moved in behind Mikey. I
couldn't really see, but apparently she applied a wrist lock on him in an
especially painful fashion-- I could actually hear a little tearing sound just
before he screamed. He continued to scream until she swung her other arm
around his neck and forced his adam's apple into the crook of her elbow,
cutting off his air and restricting the blood flow to his brain. Although it
was muffled by his panty gag the volume of his scream was uncomfortably loud,
enough to reverberate off the walls of the bedroom. Dana tightened the choke
hold and hissed "SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" into his ear, and not until he did so did
she allow him to breathe again.

"Mark", she commanded, "come here." I slipped off the bed and walked over to
them. She met me in front of Mikey, pulled me to her and kissed me hard while
reaching down to take hold of my member. Her mere touch was enough to make me
grow in her hand, and by her second or third stroke I became rock hard. Mikey
could see what she was doing and whimpered at the sight, but quietly. This was
the weirdest sexual encounter I've ever had, but it was also the most
exciting. A beautiful muscle goddess had beaten, abused, and dominated her
boyfriend in front of me and then had sex with me and cum hard in front of
him. She was so beautiful, so strong, and so mean it was scary, but I was
aroused more than I had ever been. "That's it, baby!" she whispered sweetly.
"I know you haven't come yet. Stay hard for me." She turned and walked back
behind Mikey while I stood there stroking myself like a perfectly-fluffed
pornstar ready to go to work, whatever work that was.

"Now," She applied the wrist lock again, but not as savagely I guess, since
Mikey merely winced. "I'm gonna take the panties out of your mouth, and your
gonna give my buddy Mark here a really good blowjob." His eyes went wide and
he shook his head vigorously but didn't speak. She cranked on his wrist a bit
more and he whimpered but stopped moving. "You're going to do this for ME,
Mikey, not him. You're going to do this for me or I'll make the beating I gave
you earlier look like a mere love tap. Now open up." He whimpered pitifully
but did as he was told.

She pulled the panties out of his mouth, and he kept it open. I have to admit
I trembled a bit because she was so scary, but I tried to say evenly "Dana,
I'm not comfortable with this." She smiled sweetly. "Honey, no one asked you
if you were comfortable. Just look at me, focus on me, and you'll do fine.
I'll be the one fucking you, I'm just going to be using Mikey's mouth to do
it. I'll be fucking him, too, one last time. I'll just be using your dick to
do it." In my weirdly confused, incredibly aroused state, what she said seemed
to somehow make sense.

She reached forward and grabbed me by the cock and pulled me in close, then
closer, then reached around me and pushed my butt forward with one hand while
guiding my erection into Mikey's open mouth. "Now, let's fuck." She pushed the
back of Mikey's head toward me while she pushed my lower body toward him. As a
straight man, I felt some initial revulsion when his lips closed around my
rigid flesh column, but Dana stared hotly into my eyes and said "Just
remember, I'm fucking you. Me." I looked at her bodacious body and tried my
best to imagine I was inside her body and not Mikey's head.

"Come on, Mikey, suck like you mean it, or else." And he did. Imagining her
warm, wet vagina I started to feel a surprising amount of pleasure, and Mikey
did as he was told. "That's it, get into it, guys. Faster, that's it, faster!"
I was pushing my hips forward and back, faster and faster, and his head bobbed
forward and back, faster and faster. I surrendered to her control: "She's
fucking me... She's fucking me" was the mantra I repeated in my head as I felt
her magic hand on my ass. "That's it, Mark, you're feeling it. Let me make you
feel it even more." Her powerful hand squeezed my ass cheek hard and she
thrust me vigorously forward.

I couldn't help myself: I moaned, and moaned again. The sight of her body and
the feel of her hand controlling me was more intense than I could have
imagined. Mikey seemed to be getting into it, too: He sucked harder and
harder, moving his head faster and faster in response to her controlling hand.
Somehow we both became mere extensions of her will and wanted only to do her
bidding and please her. I could feel myself gettiing close, and she could
tell. too. "That's it, Mark, faster. I'm gonna make you cum, now/" She pulled
my ass forward at the same time she shoved Mkey's head forward hard, forcing
him to accept all of me. I could feel the head of my shaft hit the back of his
throat. He gagged, but that just made his throat spasm around my cock that
much harder.

Her chest and arms flexed as she pushed us together in one final, massive
thrust. "UGH! UGH! OH GOD!" I exclaimed involuntarily as I came hard. I spewed
my load into Mikey's mouth, overfilling his gullet. I hadn't had sex or even
masturbated for some time, so the pent-up volume I released was probably
extreme. He gagged again twice, drops of semen forcing their way past his lips
and out onto my shaft. I came and came, until finally, exhausted and depleted,
my cock collapsed, glistening with a sheen of cum and saliva.

"DAMMIT, MIKEY!" Dana spat, "CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT? Swallow that load
and clean Mark's cock properly, NOW!" His eyes teared up and he looked about
to die, but he closed his eyes and took down my entire load in one loud gulp,
then licked his lips to retrieve the excess. He drew a deep breath, closed his
eyds and took all of my softening member into his mouth one last time, keeping
his lips tightly closed and sucking as my slippery monster passed back out
through them. I stood there, shocked and confused, but slso incredibly SATED.
It was THE most intense sexual climax I had never wanted. Mikey's expression
mirrored what I felt, though he had tears in his eyes

"GOOD BOYS!" she exclaimed, smiling sweetly. She said it like we were puppies
who'd just learned to perform a new trick. She retrieved her wet, gamy panties
and told Mikey "Open up", then pushed them back into his mouth. "Good boys"
she repeated. "Both of you need to get some rest." Exhausted and relieved that
his ordeal seemed to be over but still tied to the chair, Mikey's entire body
sagged. He rested his head on his chest and was almost instantly asleep. Dana
supported me as I made my way back and climbed onto the bed. I slipped between
the sheets and also was asleep in no time.

I was half-awakened by the sheets being pulled back, then became fully awake
when Dana's lithe muscular female body slid over the top of me and her legs
bracketed my head while her love meat fragrant with arousal pushed its way
into my face, her very prominent clit presenting itself to my lips. Two strong
feminine hands grabbed my hips and my flaccid love worm was vacuumed into her
mouth. It was like my will was not my own anymore: I was completely exhausted,
but my love pole ignored my conscious mind and on its own rose to it's full
height and electrified me. I eagerly but clumsily began sucking her little
cock while she expertly devoured my big one.

I was fully awake now, and reeeeally getting into it when suddenly she paused,
raised her head and loudly called "HEY! MIKEY! WAKE UP!" He moaned weakly and
his eyes opened. "Yeah, that's right, you know what time it is. Enjoy the
show!" He groaned but opened his eyes and reluctantly began watching us like
he was told to do. I was disappointed, having almost forgotten he was there,
but now I couldn't ignore the fact he was awake and whimpering again. I would
have lost interest except that she resumed orally destroying my will again. I
succumbed to her ministrations while trying my best to also concentrate on
giving her pleasure. We orally serviced each other for a long time, our
arousal mutually building and building until wonder of wonders we both cried
out simultaneously, my depleted cum pump spewing what little was left in the
tank while her clit squirted vigorously, nearly drowning me. She swallowed
loudly, then licked her lips and swallowed again. We both laid there,
completely spent and satisfied.

She turned her head and said "Did you enjoy that, Mikey?" "Yes, Mistress Dana"
he muttered desultorily. He clearly was completely defeated and severely
depressed. I was surprised to see, however, that there was a definite bulge
present in the front of his shorts. Dana chuckled, then and adjusted her head
onto my leg to get comfortable. She continued to smile until her eyes closed
and she drifted off to sleep. Afraid to disturb her, I did not move at all,
and soon I too fell asleep. I don't know if Mikey slept, but he didn't make a
sound for the rest of the night.

I must have slept like a dead man, because I never felt Dana leave me. The
next thing I knew she was shaking me awake, saying "Mark! Mark! Get up! It's
time for you to go, man." " What?" I said, groggily, "Why do I have to go?"
She was dressed in a robe and standing there with a cup of coffee in her hand.
Jeeze, I must have been REALLY exhausted after last night.

"Mikey has to work later today, and I have to get him revived and cleaned up
as best I can before he goes in. It won't be easy with all the bruises he has.
I would let you stay, but he doesn't like being naked in front of other men."
"Huh?" I said, confused. "I thought you broke up with him before you broke him
into pieces last night."

"Oh, not really. It's this little game we like to play... well, a little game
that I like to play. He REALLY hates it, but whenever he's being too
possessive or aggressive or just acting like an asshole I have to put him in
his place. So, I pick a young stud like yourself to have some fun with, and
when he gets upset about it I punish him and show him who is in charge." "And
he LETS you abuse and injure him like that?" I asked, incredulous. She had
beaten him severely, almost unconscious, and he was certain to be in pain for
days, maybe weeks, to come.

"He doesn't LET me do that to him. Heck, most of the time he resists and
seriously tries to hurt me, even knowing that I'm bigger, stronger, and fight
better than he does, and I always make that fact abundantly clear to him. He
knows, too, that he has to endure his punishment in order to stay with me.
Maybe that sounds insane and masochistic, but you've been with me now. Would
you endure all that to try to keep me? I didn't answer right away, thinking
about it, trying to balance mind-blowing sex against a severe beating. "Never
mind, I've got my answer" she winked. "I could always find someone I like
more, and maybe someday I will, but he does have some endearing qualities,
like total devotion to me, even if he is kind of an asshole about it, and I've
grown accustomed to having him around."

My feelings were hurt, even though I'd just met this goddess who rocked my
world and, I thought, had been rocked by me. Now she seemed to be telling me
she didn't need me any more. "So what am I, then? Chopped liver, or maybe just
a midnight snack?" She chuckled. "On the contrary, my friend, you are a steak,
an exquisite filet mignon, a fine piece of meat that I would order more than
once. Would you like to do this again, sometime? Think about it!"

She didn't give me a chance to answer, just hustled me out the door with one
final goodbye kiss that took my breath away and initiated the launch sequence
of my love rocket so completely that I was embarrassed to walk outside with my
shorts tented that way. I was "thinking about it" all the way home, and I'm
still "thinking about it." I think after I take a couple weeks to recover, I'm
going to start back at that gym and and wait for Mikey to screw up again.