The Japanese one would be great. Let me see.. what about makin' his name Hiro? (It's existing name in Japan) Since I'm currently living in Japan and I've been so addicted to asian muscular, I would have no more wishes if I see this guy being interrogated and tortured.
How about naming this musclehunk Iwao Gansekiei? Portions of his name (iwa, ganseki, sekiei) are chosen to emphasize his rocky physique and chiseled musculature. He looks like a marble statue come-to-life.
Katashi (=firm,hard) is bodybuilder living in Tokyo, all eyes fix on him wherever he confidently walks. What he doest know is that some of the eyes that watch him belong to hideous creatures who feed off human emotional energy. What they seek the most is the energy of human pain and suffering, they choose strong earth males for this because they have a greater body size providing more areas for 'making food' and human males are sensitive to pain, and japanese males secrete an especially delicious flavour of humiliation when captured and orificially invaded. Human sperm and blood also enhance certain abilities in certain creatures.So proud Katashi is doomed to be taken and impaled upon the terrible/beautiful pen of Kalabro ;)
Frank McGrath in hawaii on vacation
His name is Lopaka. A Hawaiian native of both Polynesian and Asian ancestry. Descendent from generations of island surf gods and Sumo Wrestlers. A magnificent specimen thanks to a genetic heritage that was improved on by hours of pain and sweat in the gym. A "local" known and admired by everyone, but leading a double life. Spending his after workout hours on the beach where everyone wants to be his "bud". Fratboys on vacation, surfbums and enlisted men on R&R. They all want to be seen with him and know how he became so huge and hard. He chooses his acquaintances carefully and for a particular reason. Lopaka is bait. On the lookout for the well-built loner who pumps iron and wouldn't be missed. The guy that is more than willing to accept an invitation to a late night meeting at the gym.A session that starts slowly and then accelerates until the male is struggling to keep up with the muscular demon. Finally sweat soaked and totally fatigued from the punishing regimen the male lies in a heap on the floor. Lopaka looks down with a sinister grin. One by one he removes each piece of his workout gear until he stands in his sweat drenched jockstrap. The garment is old and torn in places and seems barely able to support and contain the large, cut tool outlined in it's pouch. The male looks up in astonishment as the cock begins to swell and push against the webbed, elastic mesh. Then Lopaka inserts his thumb in the waistband of the jock and rips it from his loins in one quick movement. Two balls twice the size of the largest Macadamian nuts descend as the huge phallus falls in front of them. It continues to swell and stiffen until it is a long, taut shaft rising errect from a forest of dark pubes. Thick, glistening pre-cum drips from the piss slit like the venom of an angry serpent.Then with one hand the polynesian giant lifts the bewildered male. With his other hand he strips away his clothing as if shucking some island plant. Then the male is thrown against the preacher curl attachment of a workout bench. The uppolstered pad hits him in the stomach and he is bent over with his ass in the air. The wind is knock out of the male, but before he can catch his breath he feels his legs being spread apart and something pressing against his asshole. Involuntarily the male's upper torso rises in resistance only to receive a blow to the head and slump back down as Lopaka's huge cock forces it's way deep inside it's victim. Repeatedly the giant Hawaiian's thick, fat cock pounds the male's asshole like an unrelenting piston. The pain is incredible, but the male still unable to catch his breath cannot cry out. Then the male's eyesight flashes bright white and the pain is replaced by a flood of ecstatic sensation. The polynesian muscle god has pushed past pain and beyond to the threshhold of total erotic pleasure. Not knowing how, the male lets out a scream. A sound not like that of man or beast; raw, powerful and of another world. Hearing it, Lopaka is robbed of his control and his colossal rod of flesh and blood begins to erupt with volcanic force. Spasm after spasm slams the mighty physique of the bronzed islander. Each one forcing him to push deeper and harder as wave after wave of hot cum is pumped into the male bent over before him.(To be continued...)
(...Continued.)Then a spasm, stronger and unlike it's predecessors, racks Lopaka's mighty physique. The last of his potent sperm is shot from his balls as they violently convulse one last time and then drop completely drained. He steps back and his massive, and still tautly errect, cock slides out of his victim. As it's large, cut head passes the anus of the male, the incoherent mass of flesh lets out a whimper. Lopaka stands for a moment. His body as strong as any fabled, polynesian god, bathed in a layer of shining sweat and his slowly lowering manhood glistening in a coating of his own opalescent semen.Then a voice is heard over the gym's public address system."Excellent work Lopaka. We were using several cameras tonight so that should cut together nicely. I'd ask you where you found this guy, but does it really matter. We'll take care of him. He won't need much sedation for transport. You all but fucked the life out of him. After a few days rest at the compound we'll started re-engineering his brain and building him a beefier body. Within a few months, you won't recognize him when you see him on the auction block. We'll let you know when. Our clients always enjoy meeting you there. You'll find your money for tonight, as well as your percentage from the last stud, in the glove compartment of your truck. Let us know when you have more merchandise for us."
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