Barbell

The soft life-support pod cracked and then gently opened up to reveal the master of the spacecraft. He had just awakened from the long slumber that had begun at the start of the voyage. Slowly and methodically, the Inspector stretched his arm muscles, then worked on his legs. He was trained in the physiology of the human body as keeping in peak physical condition was a part of his job. Satisfied that all his limbs were in good order, he slid out of the orchid-shaped pod gracefully, and strode across the deck of his ship with a purposeful gait. He slept nude in the pod, as the rules of space travel required, and so was completely in a state of nature as he went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Grace and power were only to be expected of the law enforcement officer. The Galactic Guardians were keepers of the peace in the civilized and colonized Galaxy. They were bred and trained to go into battle against entire armies single-handedly. Only the most powerful humans in existence could possibly do the job properly. They also needed to be mentally agile, quick observers and possess charm and charisma to convince people to assist or cooperate when help was needed. A powerful body coupled with superhuman fighting skills were needed in order to subdue violent and defiant rogues in order to keep law and order in the farthest reaches of space. A powerful mind was needed to come up with the best strategies to achieve victory with the least loss of life and least harm to innocents.

It is often said that the sight of the immense physique of the Guardian was usually enough to convince insurgents and rebels to surrender. And how. The Inspector was a perfect example of why this rumor was so frequently repeated. At 6'11", he was not quite the tallest person in human societies, but he was close enough. That was only for a start. Every muscle attached to the massive skeletal structure of this young man bulged and rippled in a way that was almost fantastic and impossible. And yet, as the saying went, he was truly in the flesh. Thick veins lined the lightly tanned biceps, quads, calves, hamstrings, abs and pecs, delivering massive amounts of fuel to power every ligament, tendon and cell in his body. It was a magnificent biological machine. Every little move that the Inspector made seemed to activate a series of muscle fibers visible to the observant eye. All this was packaged in an aesthetically pleasing statuesque figure. The proportions were all right, so that even though the individual limb might look inhuman, in relation to the other parts it was all well-complemented. The broad shoulders and long arms developed a massive wingspan when fully spread out, but left hanging at his sides, they did not seem particularly gangly as the muscles made them seem shorter than they really were.

The huge shoulders provided the perfect frame for the sharp, rock-hard pecs, with the ribcage showing up just enough to provide visible means of support for the excess of muscles in his upper torso. Right below the sternum began the depression of his tightly wound, 8-pack abs. The pleasing line of the v-shaped body tapered into the outie belly button at the center of this adonis. The rock hard ripples looked like they could not be broken by any force in nature, and in a way it was almost true. The bodies of the Guardians were genetically engineered to be resistant to fire and intense heat, and capable of taking massive amounts of force without being badly damaged. It was not true that they were indestructible; they were still flesh and blood. But compared to ordinary humans, they might as well have been real Greek Gods. Bomb blasts that would kill large numbers of people would only bruise and lightly singe the Inspector's body.

The Inspector pauses in his footsteps and poses in front of the mirror. He was naturally forgiven some degree of vanity, possessing such a marvelous bod. He flexed his guns just a bit, but it looked as if his biceps would split the smooth skin of his biceps. The veins strained for space under his skin and our man grunted playfully at his own image in the mirror. He then looked at his face. Not bad after a long interstellar slumber. He had short, dirty blond curls which he kept really short on the top of his crown. Regulations required this. The rest of his body was completely hairless, apart from the small bush around his genitals. Again, regulations were the reason. He was allowed to keep a bit of facial hair if he wanted to, but he preferred to keep it clean. In fact, he had it lasered along with the rest of his limbs and chest since he didn't really like shaving very much. And so he did no shaving.

He kept the light colored, unruly bush around his pubes trimmed to a mat. The uniform regulations were more concerned with the parts of the body that were revealed in public on ordinary occasions, so what the Inspector did with his pubic hair was entirely up to him. Naturally, after inspecting the hair on his crown the buck naked law enforcer brushed the thin mat on his pubes to measure their length. Nah, no need to trim it yet. The pod had slowed down his biological functions substantially during his long space trip, and so the body hair that he still had on had grown very slowly in the intervening weeks of travel. He traced the non-existent treasure trail down from his navel, which was decorated with a tiny stud, into the little blond bush and further in the straight line down the shaft of his tool.

It was a substantial piece of muscle when fully erect, but now it was as limp as it could be. Even then, it was still a magnificent piece of man meat, and like the rest of his body it was well-proportioned so that it didn't look unnaturally skinny. The veins on his penis foreskin were surprisingly modest, unlike those coursing down the other parts of his body. It was now a little over 6 inches and completely sheated within the foreskin. As is natural with all boys, the Inspector tried to lift it upright, glancing downwards at the layer of wrinkled skin protecting his most sensitive parts. The attention gave it a bit of a lift, enough to keep it hard although not quite standing at full attention. Like all boys, he seemed to want to make sure that it was still working after a long separation from it. He stroked himself gently, and closed his eyes to recollect something pleasurable from his previous adventures. Then he moved on to the balls hanging in their scrotum beneath. He cupped the right one, then the left. He slapped it gently and felt the sensitive nads hurt a little. It was in good working order.

Our superhero was gay and he was not shy about it at all. In the sophisticated and open-minded society of his age, there was nothing to be embarrassed about boys fucking other boys. It actually made sense for these galactic adventurers to be queer, as the best spouses for them would be the only other people who could understand them. The nomadic lives of Galactic Guardians meant that they were often separate from those closest to them, and they lived most of their lives in the company of strangers in faraway places. Not all of them were exclusively homo, but virtually all were at least bisexual. It was said that the genetic disposition of these superhuman law enforcers made them that way. Not surprising, considering how part of their genetic superiority came from the special structure of their testosterones, and their ability to operate with excessive amounts of it without unwanted side-effects. The result was the superior musculature on all of these Guardians, which gave them proportionally greater strength than the ordinary men that they sometimes needed to overpower. It was also said that the all-male camaraderie among the Guardian Corps made them more likely to band together, not only sexually but also as fighting brothers who shared a unique bond exclusive from the rest of humanity.

The Inspector had his life-mate among the ranks of the Guardians, whom he did not meet often. As such, he often had other sexual partners whom he met in the course of performing his duty. Sometimes, it was actually business and pleasure at the same time. He had to shag important men for purposes of diplomacy or turncoats in order to obtain useful intelligence. He recalled a particularly pleasant encounter from planet Labris, not too long ago. The boy was cute; the son of an important Labritian leader who had to be won over. The cute boy was a delightful little wonder and the Inspector recalled that the pleasure was thoroughly mutual. In the end, the boy was able to convince his father to ally their planet with the Intergalactic Union. Of course, the other thing was that the Inspector had single-handedly crushed most of the Labritian army on the battlefield, leaving the boy's father with little choice.

He stroked his shaft again slowly, recalling the pleasure that the boy had given him. He had sneaked into the heavily armed camp using his cloaking devices and disguises. After making a mental map of all the positions within the camp, he had then isolated the young man, who was already a veteran and a general in his own right, and quietly seduced him. The boy was a willing submissive, and knew how to drag the experience on so that it did not end with a sudden climax. Long and slow, the Inspector had fucked the anal little punk with his super strong dick. The limp version had deceived the boy into thinking it would be easy work. Once fully engorged, it had filled up the boy's anus completely. At times, the Inspector had shown off his full power by lifting the boy up with his powerful dick, suspending the boy face-up with only the Inspector's dick in contact with his cunt for support.

The memory of so completely dominating the fresh-faced youngster with his manhood gave the superhuman law enforcer much excitement, and he knew that he was about to come. A few gentles tugs and out came the squirt of manjuice. There was quite a lot of slippery, white semen oozing from his long-untouched dick. Some of the liquid projected on to the full-length mirror before him, covering the distance of several feet that lay between the heroic Inspector and the pane of the mirror. Most of the cum curdled into a puddle right below the mirror and some dripped down his own massive, rock-solid thighs.

Just then, the image in the mirror started to fade and soon instead of his own reflection, the mirror was displaying the Galactic headquarters. The Inspector's superior officer was now staring straight at him, and he could see the Inspector in all his manly glory, wet with cum.

"Ah, woken up the lower body already?" Commander Halfstead remarked with mock surprise.

"Inspector Barbell reporting for duty near Planet Sheall." I replied as I stood with my arms straight down, standing at attention as my training demanded.

"At ease, Inspector. Just clean up and get dressed after this debrief, okay?"

"Yes Sir!"

There wasn't much to discuss. The situation on Planet Sheall was still the same as before. It was a stalemate, between the government and rebel Spartacist soldiers and cadets. The Spartacists were a warrior class whose leader, General Laxx had rebelled against the lawful government on the planet. The government was fortunate that they had enough police forces to maintain order, but the Spartacists had all of the heavy weapons, and could not be dislodged from their well-defended fortresses around the planet.

"As discussed, the Spartacists are a caste of soldiers who have traditionally formed the backbone of the Sheallian army. The civilians cannot match the martial skills of the Spartacists, or their firepower."

"Right, sir. I will go straight down to the government center of Sheall and meet with the Republican leaders, after you have informed them of my arrival"

"Barbell, don't be cocky about this, okay? I know you're superman, but the Spartacists aren't idiots. They are highly trained soldiers in their own right, and you'll be out there on your own, as usual."

"Well, you sent me because I'm one of the best, sir. I haven't let the Galactic Forces down before, have I?"

"Let's not have this be the first one then. Remember, diplomacy and guile are half the battle and not just brawns and firepower."

"Yeah, Chief. As I recall, I've always aced on both counts, Sir"

"Good. Well, then, I shan't hold you back any further. Proceed to dress and arm for battle, and I will call their leaders right after this. You are aware, of course, that this is the first time in generations that they have seen a Galactic Guardian, so go ahead and shock and awe their people. At least that'll boost their morale."

"Yes, Chief. Right on the job"

Communications terminated and I was staring at myself once again. I summoned the clean-up robot to the area to suck in the cum on the mirror and the floor. I walked over to the sonic shower next door to remove the manjuice still clinging to my thighs.

As I showered my legs, I continued by narcissistic exploration of my body, moving below my torso to my lower limbs. While my arms were the attention grabbers, those who really appreciated the man-bod were always amazed at the tree trunk-sized thighs attached to my slim lower torso. There was so much power visible below, and in fact it was truly deadly. On other occasions when I had sex in the line of duty, I had used my thighs to crush the heads of unsuspecting felons blowing my cock. Sometimes, I even crushed the hips of enemy champions while fucking their asses using my massive thighs. Enemy champions were super strong fighters whose presence raised the morale of my opposing forces. They were usually famed for their strength, prowess, agility and resilience. Crushing their hip bones left them crippled, mere shadows of their impressive former selves. Evidence that a Guardian had fucked and broken their champion was often enough to cause massive desertions in the enemy camp.

I rubbed the calves last. In a way, these were my secret weapons. Lean and toned, they were a contrast to the massive muscular bulges in the other parts of my body. But my calves gave me enormous range on my land or in the water. Fully armed, I could make my way across deserts and mountain ranges undetected on my own two feet. Underwater, I could swim for days using my breathing apparatus, and not feel any fatigue. This meant that I could recce enemy positions for a long time, and maybe even build intelligence networks long before I attacked. My enemies often seemed to assume that an attack would always come from the sky, and while this was often true, that meant that they usually failed to spot me coming on land or under water. I was as proud of my stamina as much as I was about my brute strength.

And so to make sure that I had both in working order, I proceeded to the workout machines. An intense cardio workout followed by a mix of upper and lower body resistance exercises. I set the power treadmill to about 15kmph. I would do that for an hour. Then all manner of crunches, push-ups, punching bag and jumping exercises for another 30 minutes.. These would only tire me for a while, and I would have recovered by the time I reached the planet. What I really wanted was to see my sweat again. I loved the free-flowing, salty juices covering my smooth body. When my head was drenched, I'd shake it like a dog to get it off in a shower of perspiration. Once I was done, it was back to the shower again.

Once I was clean and dry, I parked myself in front of the mirror again. Okay, face check. I had thin eyebrows that framed my large, clear blue eyes very nicely. A prominent nose but not too sharp. High cheek bones which my fellow Guardians often teased me about. They said that if I was not fighting crime, I would be able to make my living as a model instead. Actually, all of us were generally attractive looking, I must say, and I had always thought that nearly any of them would have made a fine model. But then, maybe it's because I'm just a bit more vain than them. I had my eyebrows trimmed, for instance. Another thing that worked for me was my square jaw, which gave me a strong chin to project the image of strength further. I had full lips which were of a healthy red colour. Some of my conquests often found this irresistibly sexy, and whenever I offered to kiss them, they would usually say yes even if at first they had been reluctant to succumb to my charms.

Body check complete, it was now time to decorate it. The only permanent decoration was a tattoo on my upper left shoulder adjoining the arm. It was a replica of the Intergalactic insignia, to indicate that I was a Guardian. Regulation again. The navel piercing was actually a homing device for us, in the event of an emergency requiring external rescue. In actual fact, there were quite a number of them concealed within our bodies. It was time to put on my other piece of jewelry -- a Prince Albert that was shaped like a barbell. It was a little pun on my own name. I had to remove it while I was in the pod. Regulations allowed us Guardians to wear body jewelry under our uniforms, and since so little of our skin was concealed in public, it was quite common for us boys to wear Prince Alberts. The barbell was designed to clip together though a pierced hole on my mushroom head. Its outline would protrude beneath the tight, form fitting uniform, and for any man-lover -- male and female -- that was bound to catch his or her attention even when I was outside and fully dressed.

Before I got dressed, there was one other piece of equipment that I needed to insert in my body -- a piece that I didn't particularly enjoy wearing. It was a butt plug. The butt plug was essential regulation equipment, as we Guardians essentially had Achilles Asses. Our outer skin was invulnerable to fire and many poisonous chemicals. Our eyes were quite well-armored biologically, and they were protected by our uniform. The mouth and nostrils could be covered in the event of an attack most of the time, as could the ears. We needed to keep them open most of the time anyway. Even the dick and scrotum, sensitive as they were, weren't all that vulnerable to attack as they were covered by the armored outer skin.

The anus, on the other hand, led straight into our inner sanctum, so to speak. The soft tissue of the prostate and colon were not as invulnerable as the outer skin. As I stuffed the golden colored and flexible elastic plug in, I winced a little in pain. And then once it was all in, it was fine. I tugged the handle gently in order to make sure that it was firmly in place between my tight ass cheeks. I patted my cheeks after that, as if commanding that they keep the protective cover in place and not let me down while in combat.

Although, as mentioned the dick and balls were quite strong in their own right, rules of intergalactic decency dictated that they be concealed whenever I presented myself in public. On board my ship, and in communication with my own team, there was no need to cover up. But in public, the need to inspire awe and respect dictated that it should remain covered up. It actually worked better that way because the tight fabric of our uniform enhanced the sexual appeal of the gonads. The impressive bulge made by my dick -- and those of all other Guardians -- was a source of fascination wherever we went. People wondered how my tool would look unsheathed, as it often seemed to be quite hard. The fact was, my fat tool gave off a bold silhouette all of the time, even when not hard. Of course, I was actually never completely limp as my testosterone level was always high and my blood travelled through all parts in greater volume than normal.

The main part of the uniform was a speedo-shaped suit. The suit was an angry red, with a blaze of yellow flames covering my ass. It was made of highly elastic fabric that was breathable, tearproof and flame resistant. I slid it past both my ankles, and then quickly pulled it into position up my two legs. I liked the feel of the material, which was silky and soft. Once it was around my groin, I had to tug it a little harder to wrap it around my lower torso and privates. Now, for the first time since I had emerged from the pod, they really were private, and I was ready to face the world. I tugged at the elastic bands around the part where the legs joined the groin. I wanted to inspect to see if any stray hairs were peeking out below the suit. None. I then tugged the elastic band on my asscheeks, caressing my buttocks with a bit of self-love. I then moved on to the waistband, and snuck my right fingers into the front bits, fondling my meat to make sure that it was in the right position, which for me was downwards. I liked the feel of the front panel of the suit tightly pressing upon my sensitive foreskin.. I cupped my balls underneath the suit, one after the other, as if to say goodbye for now. Then I drew my fingers out, pulled the drawstrings around the waist to tighten the waistband, and knotted it before stuffing the knot below the band, like a good swimmer would.

It was goodbye to my dick and nuts, at least until mission was accomplished, or unless I needed to draft it into service for espionage or diplomacy. We were required to remain fully suited for the duration of the mission, and in fact we all peed into our speedo suit without breaking it out for toilet breaks. The fabric allowed liquid out and dried quickly when wet. This was in part due to security reasons, since our privates were our weakest spots, and had to remain protected at all times. Another reason was to ensure that we remained celibate for the time being, so that we could focus on the mission. Sonic showers and deodorants kept us decently clean. As for feces, well, we had a device inserted into our intestines that zapped them into liquid form so that we could sweat and pee all our roughage. The butt plug was supposed to remain in the butt at all times. Such was the biological enhancement of the Galactic Guardians.

I then put on the wrist and shin straps that were also red, to match the suit. These straps were actually bionic devices that enhanced the strength and stamina of our limbs. While, as I said, we were able to run and swim long distances, and were exceptionally strong, the straps gave us the full super strength needed to defeat thousands of enemy soldiers at a time. Next, I put on a black chest strap that contained several mini pouches. This was our utility belt, which contained our rations and an armory of special weapons that included a force field shield, gossamer-thin wires that were stronger than most metals and alloys and other wonderful and tiny devices. The strap hung right at the lower rib cage, and was adorned at the front by a tiny metal shield that was the symbol of the Guardians.

Finally, the headgear. It was a rubbery skullcap and goggle that concealed the crown and eyes. The eyes were covered by small goggles that looked like swim goggles, which they were in a way, that connected to two small slits in the rubbery material of the cap. The cap flattened my hair so that the shape of my skull was revealed. It was also like a swimming cap. This was why my hair had to be kept short. The cap was in the same red colour that matched the suit and straps, with a streak of flames running right up the middle, expanding from my forehead to the base of my neck. I did not enjoy the skullcap very much, as it appeared to conceal most of the parts I found most appealing about my face, but I guess it was useful in a way, By concealing our eyes, our emotions were not so easy to discern, not that we were not already good at concealing them. The covering of the skull made us stand out from the ordinary folks and the flame design was meant to intimidate.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see why every piece of the uniform was there. I didn't even look human anymore, with the fierce mask, shiny metal shield on the chest and tight speedo-suit and straps on the wrist and shin. Every part of my exposed skin now looked even more intimidating, as it no longer belonged to a handsome young man. Instead, I looked like a hell-demon, with a huge, powerful body ready to break any ordinary soul into pieces if he crossed my path. I heaved my chest and flexed my arms to strike a pose. I found the sight so sexy my dick started to pump up again, but the tight fabric kept it down and the bulge could not expand much inside my burning red uniform.

I couldn't help myself, but started to play with my dick once again. Rubbing the tight elastic fabric slowly, I brought my sleeping serpent to full attention beneath the protective inner lining. I closed my eyes and pictured myself coupling with another similarly suited Guardian. My lover. His dark skin was clad in the same red suit and cap. His engorged dick beneath the uniform was helpless to resist the motion of my fingers. Harder, softer, faster, slower. The agony I imagined was actually own, of course, and I was both tormentor and victim. My breathing came harder and faster. "Oh, ooh, aggh," I exclaimed in the silence of my spacecraft chamber. My left hand moved to my ass, fingering my butt plug beneath the stretched fabric of my flame-patterned suit. Harder, and hotter now. I started to moan longingly, eyes closed to the mirror image of me writhing in sexual agony and pleasure in my full regalia. The image in my eyes was almost the same as in the mirror, except it was my lover, tall and strong as myself, but ebony in colour unlike my own light bronze tan. He was flashing his teeth, gritting and resisting as his loins gradually succumbed to my pressure.

It was me who was losing my own resistance to my self-pleasure. The small streaks of precum became thicker rivulets, and soon came the unmistakable sensation of the muscles about to explode. The convulsions came, and the waves pushed the mucous-like liquid through the tight pisshole. The inner lining was quickly saturated and became wet. The cum spot on the red outer fabric grew and it too became saturated and overflowed with my manjuice. I had well and truly sprayed my pants. I wasn't going to wash up. It had become a sort of ritual for me now. I'd wet my tiny briefs with cum first before going off, as a good luck charm I guess. Then, I'd spread my own jizz all over my abs and whichever muscles I could so that I would be covered in the protection of my own testosterone. It was all crock, of course, but the idea was that my testosterone was better than that of ordinary men and maybe it might give my muscles added strength for battle.

I looked at myself in the mirror again, and puffed up my chest in all my glory, cumstain and all. The leftover jizz on my fingers was licked up, to satisfy my lust for now. Maybe I would get lucky tonight on the planet. I put my hands on my hips, in classic superhero pose, and smiled. Every single muscle was just perfect, rippling from abdomen to pecs, from shin to groin and from wrist to shoulder. I flexed my pecs a little, to shake my little nipples in and out. Now, to get into the landing pod and blast off on a new adventure.

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written by genseric