There are still whispers every now and then in the city about the legend. Occasionally there can be overheard brief conversation bits, "things wouldn't be so bad if he were still around," "he could have solved this," "back then, we didn't have to worry." For the old timers there are still tales to tell, but with time they are now few and far between, and ears have tuned them out in favor of more exciting and relevant stories. For the most part people have forgotten and moved on, their short attention spans directed elsewhere in a constantly moving world.

However, the mystery still lingers like a mist being burnt off in the sun. Few traces of it are left, but they are still floating around in innocuous corners before completely dissipating. An old crumbling monument built at city hall is buried under vegetation in a ravine just outside the city. Flyers and magazines bearing his chiseled features are occasionally unearthed -- yellowed and fading-- at garage sales and behind walls. A grand advertisement for a toothpaste he endorsed is partially hidden behind layers of graffiti in the rail yard.

Those who witness the last vestiges of the forgotten legend will pause and take note of his remarkable handsomeness -- the strong set jaw, his steady blue eyes, the subtle aqualine nose, the cropped brown hair, the perfection of his skin and the bright eagerness of his smile, before breaking free of his spell.

Soon though even these last reminders will be gone -- thrown to the landfill, crumbled into oblivion, painted over. Eventually he will become just a legend, and one that becomes harder to define with all traces washed away and made note by no one, much like the incredible disappearance of the legend himself.

Dane Balmour was a one in a trillion genetic anomaly of the human race. Born to a teenage mother, he was placed on the steps of a nunnery that quickly transferred him to an orphanage where he grew up.

Even before the age of five it was noticeable that Dane was an exception to all the other boys. He regularly beat them in tests of speed and strength. However, he learned early on to curb his competitive ambitions, as ridicule and rejection from his peers often followed. He tried his best to hide his unmatched strength until he was older, when such displays were encouraged by his friends.

By the time he had matured completely at age 20, Dane had acquired an incredible body of muscular symmetry and perfection. Despite hardly ever visiting a gym, Dane towered over others with his 6'5 frame covered in bulging muscle. His arms measured over 25 inches, his chest was an incredible 58 inches, and his 28 inch waist only accentuated the astounding erotic musculature of his development.

With a bodyfat of only 4% every muscle stood out in relief on his lean body. To see him shirtless took the breath away of everyone who laid eyes on Dane's outstanding torso. Too often crowds would surround him at the beach or on the street, men and women alike trying to vie for the best position to view the tanned, semi-naked musclegod. Indeed, Dane was astonishingly handsome -- and soon became the object of desire (and resentment) for many people in the city. Dane's erotic virility and sexual essence was unmatched. Despite many attempts by dozens of people, Dane refrained from sex for reasons no one knew.

Regardless of his personal life, Dane soon found himself able to accomplish incredible feats of strength. At one point he found himself able to lift the entire front end of a truck and wheel it down the street on its back tires. He routinely bent rebar into pretzels and could smash a bowling ball with a single punch.

However, driven by a sense of embarrassment, Dane pulled back from showing off his abilities and his body. He dressed himself up in loose fitting clothes to cover his amazing build. He tried to deflect as much attention away from himself as possible -- although it felt good, it was becoming a hinderance!

One July evening, after a stopping a bank robbery by overpowering the criminals and breaking their pistols in half, a twenty-four year old Dane was struck by the notion of becoming a superhero.

Now, Dane was no radioactive freak. He wasn't an alien from space, and he hadn't been bit by a spider. For whatever reason, though, his genetics had come together to create the most perfect specimen of masculinity and strength on the planet. Recognizing this amazing power as a result of his body, Dane thought it only natural to become a vigilante against crime to help the city.

In a day he had his costume designed. In a week, he was putting it on. Given the fact that he was the first and only person he knew of who was capable of doing what he did, he called himself Alphaman.

The costume was skin tight and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It covered Alphaman from his neck downwards in a thin, spandex-like white fabric. Blazoned in red on the chest was the Alpha symbol. His mask was a white stripe covering his eyes.

Dane felt strange being in something that so tightly covered his body. Years of trying to hide it from the public melted away as he put it on. If anything, he felt as though they didn't deserve to see it.

Alphaman was a mammoth, and there was absolutely no hiding it with this clinging costume on. The body-hugging suit showed off every flexing contour, every bulge, every impossible striation of his muscles. His adonis lines were clearly defined and visible, his abdominals thick, his heavy chest massive with quarter sized nipples obscenely poking out.

Alphaman walked into his bedroom to look at himself in his full-length mirror. He was amazed at the dramatic look of his new persona. He flexed his biceps, creating gigantic mounds on his arms. He flexed his abs, causing the fabric to grow tight as they bulged out and separated into deep valleys. His gigantic legs were a hyper-inflated anatomy chart of muscles. Alphaman was was without match on the planet. No bodybuilder could even dream of achieving the level of symmetry and perfection that Dane had come to inherit. There was no human on Earth who could physically stop him. He was Alphaman.

Although the outfit was perfect, Alphaman quickly looked down and noticed a problem.

Dane had not only been blessed with an amazing body, he had an absolutely giant set of genitals.

His huge uncircumsized dong was the length and circumference of a winebottle when flaccid. His churning balls the diameter of a grapefruit. When hard, his enormous penis ballooned to an obscene 15 inches of monstrously thick meat. Dane would ooze precum out the slit of his mammoth pink cockhead like a dribbling fountain. When he jacked off using both of his big hands, the orgasms he reached were often almost enough to cause him to black out. His loads were so thick, ropey and enormous that he had to lay down multiple towels across the bed beforehand -- yet often he'd still find himself splattering gobs onto the walls and floor.

This was the primary reason he had still yet to have sex with anyone. Not that he hadn't attempted with both men and women before, but when the pants came off there would be looks of utter horror on their faces. There was simply no way that he could fit his big drooling cock into any orifice. He had quickly learned to hide this asset from everyone as best as possible so as not to draw anymore attention from himself.

However, things were different now. He was Alphaman.

The skin-tight costume made no exceptions when it came to defining Alphaman's obscene sex organs. He had hefted his huge flaccid dick so that it lay horizontal along his hip pointing to the left. Every vein along the eleven inch shaft was in outline, every fleshy wrinkle of his foreskin in relief. So massive was his cock that it took up most of the space along his hips, the head virtually pointing behind him. His pendulous balls were no better, bulging out obscenely from beneath the fabric and pressed up against his body.

The pressure of the suit along his meaty equipment felt good. Alphaman rubbed his basket and could feel the immense heat it gave off. Alphaman grinned -- with his devastatingly gorgeous musclebody and incredible strength he would be the envy of the city.

Alphaman flexed one more time in the mirror. He felt his cock stir with pleasure. He was ready. Tonight would be his first night!

The news of Alphaman's daring rescues and acts of criminal justice spread across the city like wildfire. On his first day he managed to single-handedly stop a shipment of illegal drugs disguised as a moving van from entering the city by throwing it off a freeway ramp. The next day he saved three families from an apartment fire.

The newspapers were quickly ablaze with eyewitness reports, editorials, and news items. Local TV channels became dedicated Alphaman news outlets. Reporters scrambled to get an interview with him. People took bigger risks in their day-to-day lives just to chance a rescue from him.

The public was enamored with their new icon. Women fell over themselves whenever he appeared, men had to grudgingly admit his stunning abilities and physical attributes (not to mention his drooling horse dick), and everyone embraced the new hero into their lives.

However, the first year did not go by without some controversy. Alphamans obscene endowment sparked many outrages from the more moral members of the community. Photos of him were discreetly cropped above the waist. Video footage of Alphaman in action -- though coveted -- was rare due to the graphic nature of his blessing. The statue commissioned to sit outside City Hall was a "creative interpretation" of Alphaman with license given to "shrink" certain portions of his anatomy.

At one point Alphaman was accused of rape. This brought his personal life to the forefront. The woman claimed that Alphaman had saved her from a falling piano only to restrain her and physically violate her.

Gossip pages blew up in scathing fire-laced articles condemning the superhero. His reputation was on the line. As a result he had to admit on a live interview (his very first with the media, no less) that he was still a virgin. This did nothing to quell the gossip and scandal, although with his admission and further forensic evidence he was acquitted of the crime.

It had been one year since Alphaman burst onto the crime-fighting scene in his skin-tight white outfit. Crime in the city had dropped by a factor of 10. The primary mafia family, the Taglio's, had lost considerable control over its assets and criminal enterprises. Instead of controlling swaths of city government and blocks of city geography, they were now relegated to a warehouse in the docks district and several front business scattered across downtown -- all as a result of the muscular and heavenly hung superhunk Alphaman.

It was a warm August weekend evening down at the docks. Alphaman was doing a patrol by himself -- the city police force had an unofficial agreement to share information with Alphaman so long as the favor was returned, which usually meant keeping in constant contact with the police HQ. However, it was the weekend, and Alphaman had decided to take some crime-fighting time for himself.

Alphaman silently crept through the shadows along the docks. It was a full moon tonight. The silver light bounced off his suit, revealing every contour and thick slab of muscle. While he moved he thought to himself about the events that had transpired weeks before.

He couldn't help but feel that he was the laughingstock of the community now that they knew he was a virgin. A bodybuilt hunk of supreme muscle with a massive uncut dong and two bull sized balls had never fucked. He felt his square-jawed face burn with humiliation at the thought. He knew everyone else was thinking the same thing.

Suddenly, up ahead, he saw the dark outline of a sleek motorboat bouncing against the side of the pier. Two figures were working quickly to move boxes from the boat onto a dock. Alphaman moved forward. The two men were working in the dark. It looked suspicious. He slid behind a crate, squatting close to the ground to overhear their conversation.

"Fucking great idea, doing this in the moonlight. Everyone can see us!" Said the man on the dock.

"If we don't do it now Robbie," said the other in the boat as he hauled a box upwards, "you don't get your shipment for a week!"

"Yeah yeah. I'm just worried is all. That musclefreak has been bustin our nuts lately."

"It's a big city! He can't be everywhere at once."

"You'd be surprised! I hope this coke is worth the goddamn risk."

Drug smugglers! Alphaman grinned to himself. This would be a piece of cake.

He stepped out of the shadows and approached the two smugglers.

"Sorry fellas, gonna have to break this up!" He bellowed.

The two froze where they were, temporarily awed by the muscular perfection that stood in front of them bathed in moonlight.

Suddenly, the man in the boat spun around and jammed forward to the control console. He revved the engine and pushed the throttle forward.

"Fuck! Stevie! You're fucking tied up!" Robbie shouted, and dove to the cleat to untie the line. Alphaman used the distraction to rush behind Robbie. He slammed his foot in his back, but not before the line whipped off the cleat and bounced a trail on the ocean behind the quickly disappearing skiff.

Robbie was immobilized, laying flat and face first on the dock as Alphaman ground his foot into his upper shoulder blades. Robbie coughed and tried to flail his arms, but the pressure was too great.

"Get the fuck off of me you big freak!"

Alphaman smiled. "You're gonna regret saying that bud."

"Yeah what the fuck you gonna do?" Robbie whispered harshly. "Fuckin' virgin like you ain't got shit."

Alphaman was taken back by this insult. It hit home. Too close to home. The temporary lapse in concentration caused him to reduce the pressure on Robbie's back, although it was enough.

Robbie quickly grabbed onto Alphamans calf and pushed back using all his might. Alphaman stumbled, his balance lost, and fell backwards into one of the crates. Robbie scrambled onto his legs and started to bolt towards a nearby warehouse.

Alphaman almost instantly regained himself and lurched upwards. Robbie was several yards ahead and running fast, but Alphaman knew that he was no match in speed for the vigilante. He burst into a sprint. Robbie was close to the doors, just about to run past a lightpole.

Robbie figured that if he could make it inside the warehouse he could use the shadows to hide himself from Alphaman, he was so clos--

CLONK

Alphaman had caught up to Robbie and smashed his head into the lightpost. The pole vibrated and flickered. Robbie instantly collapsed -- lights out -- and crumpled to the ground.

Alphaman looked down at Robbie. Early thirties he guessed. Typical greasy type -- crooked nose, black jacket, stained wifebeater underneath, cargo pants, wool gloves and a wool beanie. There was an ugly gash on his forehead, his mouth slightly opened and a hint of a gold glimmer on his teeth.

Alphaman could feel the burning sensation in his cheeks. Robbie had insulted his manhood directly. Was this what it was going to be like from now on? He had captivated the public, but now he was something of a joke. He had to prove himself somehow. He looked down at Robbie and got an idea.

Robbie awoke with his arms tied around a metal pole inside a secluded corner of the warehouse. He was only in his underwear. He looked at his hands -- tied with the broken line from the boat. What the hell was going on?

"Who did this? Let me go!" Robbie shouted.

"You're not going anywhere just yet," came a voice from the corner. It was Alphaman.

He watched Robbie struggle. He could tell that Robbie had worked out at some point: his back was wide, his legs thick and his arms were strong. Although it appeared that he had let himself go. He had a considerable -- and hairy -- beer gut. His hair was beginning to thin out, although he could still be described as somewhat handsome.

"What you gonna do to me?" Robbie muttered.

"You'll see, punk."

Alphaman stepped out of the shadows of the corner. Robbie looked forward in awe. Alphaman was totally nude. His thick uncut cock swung from side to side slapping his massive quads as he walked forward. Robbie bit his tongue as he eyed the musclestud up and down. His musculature was more incredibly intimidating naked than he had ever imagined.

Muscleman got up close to Robbie. He flexed his arm in front of his face, stretching the skin completely taut. His ripped 25 inch bicep bulged in front of Robbie's eyes.

"If you even so much as make a whimper," Alphaman said, "I will make sure you do not get out of here alive."

Alphaman placed his hand on Robbie's shoulder. Robbie felt the hand press him downwards. Moving slowly down the pole he found himself directly in front of Alphamans huge meat. The massive uncut cock was inches away from his face. Alphaman ground his hips forward, causing the 11 inch dong to press its soft flesh into Robbie's face. The tip was just below Robbie's quivering lips.

"Suck it. And don't try anything." Alphaman said. Robbie looked up at the musclestud in front of him. He flicked out his tongue and tasted the salty tip of Alphamans mammoth cock. Instantly it began to stir and fatten. Alphaman grabbed his huge dick with his left hand and Robbie's head with his right. He slapped Robbie's face with it, making wet whaps. By now the huge dong was fully erect and pumping out globs of precum. Alphaman pointed his erection down onto Robbie's lower lip.

"I said fuckin' suck my big musclecock" Alphaman growled. Robbie's eyes were tearing up. He opened his mouth obediently. Alphaman shoved his massive piece of manhood inside. Robbie groaned as his jaw was stretched to its limit.

"Take it you goddamn punk!" Alphaman growled, and put both hands on Robbie's head. He forced the drug-smuggler down onto his thick wine-bottle shaft. Robbie choked as the billiard ball sized head slammed into the back of his throat. He could feel vomit coming up, but the thick uncut cock in his mouth plugged everything.

Alphaman was in ecstasy. This is what fucking a mouth felt like. Robbie's teeth scraped against his shaft, but that was overridden by the warm slick cave his donkey dick pounded into.

With a grunt Alphaman slammed Robbie's head all the way down the length of his cock. Alphaman could feel his megacock bend down into Robbie's throat.

"Ohhh fuckkk yeahhh," Alphaman moaned and groaned, tightening his huge body. He buried Robbie's mouth to the base. His huge balls slapped the punk below his chin. Robbie was tearing up and turning blue as he felt the engorged meat slip far, far down his throat.

Alphaman ramped up his speed. He began to really skullfuck Robbie's mouth. He pounded in and out in a fury. He felt up his amazing muscular body as he slammed his tight ass back and forth. The soft warm interior of Robbie's mouth was total heaven for Alphamans donkey dick. He felt orgasmic shudders ripple through his huge frame.

"I'm gonna fuckin' come", Alphaman hissed. He grabbed Robbie's head again and forced it all the way down as his massive cock spurted giant gobs of milky white juice down the criminal's throat. He pulled out his still spewing monster and slapped over Robbie's face, spurting more fountains of cream across his eyes, nose, mouth and forehead.

Robbie moaned. The force of the virile musclehunk fucking his mouth had almost broken his nose. His throat was bloody and raw, his mouth full of goopy white jizz. His face was covered in the bodybuilder's cream. Through his eyes he could see the mammoth salami in front of him was still hard and burping cum. He groaned again, closing his eyes, feeling the sticky butter burn. He opened them again and noticed that Alphaman was gone.

"What the fuc--" Robbie sputtered, jizz oozing out of his mouth like a fountain.

"Stand up and shut up." Alphaman growled.

Robbie slowly got up from his knees to his feet. He felt the hand of Alphaman at his underwear. Suddenly his white briefs were torn down.

Alphaman surveyed the punk. He was still horny as fucking hell -- 25 years of pent up muscle testosterone and energy consumed him. The guy had a hairy ass, but a hole was a hole and he had a point to prove. He also noticed that Robbie was sporting wood -- his own 5 inch cock was hard and drooling.

Alphaman walked up behind Robbie and placed his leaking dickhead in the crevice of his ass. He rubbed in the globs of cum still slick and leaking from his pisshead.

"Fuck, fuck no!" Robbie pleaded.

Alphaman pressed his giant cockhead into Robbie's soft tender bud. His apple sized head slowly worked its way in. It pulsed, growing and shrinking as is forced itself inwards.

Robbie shrieked, but was muffled as Alphaman gripped a firm hand over his mouth.

Inch by inch the swollen megacock slipped inside Robbie's ass. Alphaman groaned. His biceps bulged as he held Robbie in place to keep him from squirming. Robbie was breathing heavily, red in the face, as he felt the musclestud raping him. The rippling veins on Alphamans cock created an intense sensation for Robbie as he felt Alphaman tear into his rectum.

"Oh fuck yeah you punk," Alphaman said, finally pulling his arms away from Robbie and put them behind his head. His lats flexed and showed their incredible width, he flexed his abs as he continued to insert his penis deeper and deeper. His huge muscled chest was damp with sweat. He brought one arm down and began to pinch one of his erect nipples.

Suddenly he fell forward and gripped around Robbie's body with both of his big arms. He began to violently shove his horsecock in and out of the tortured drug-runners ass.

Robbie quivered violently. He could feel the lining of his ass tearing. The superhuman cock raping him started to scrape up against his intestines.

Alphaman kept pounding in and out, not noticing that his engorged fuckrod had blood dripping down from his prey. He slammed in and out, his powerful glutes flexed as he fucked as hard as he could. He moaned as he felt the soft warm and tight cave clench around his enormous erection. His grapefruit balls swung back and forth, slapping Robbie's ass loudly and launching droplets of sweat into the air.

"Oh fuck... fuck...I'm gonna fuckin' blow!" Alphaman growled. He suddenly shuddered and threw himself backwards into a pose, showing off his amazing physique while still pounding into Robbie's ass. His amazing body rippled as he pumped and came.

"Shiiiiiiiit!" Alphaman yelled, jerking and spasming as his huge 15 inch cock began to spurt the biggest load of his life deep into Robbie's ass.

Spurts and spurts of cum drained out of the huge dick in violent, sharp bursts. It's head opening up and closing like a sprinklerhead as a torrent of virile musclecum sloshed into poor Robbie's ass.

Robbie screamed as he felt his colon brutally punctured by the blasts of semen. The pain and the pleasure was so intense that he began to pass out, unaware that he himself had cum.

Alphaman finally pulled his spasming salami out of the warm hole as Robbie collapsed onto the floor. A slow, goopy waterfall of jizz slopped out after him, forming a puddle on the floor. Alphamans muscular body was covered in sweat. His mammoth dick still burped out cum bubbles onto the concrete below. His big balls had just been drained... but he wanted more.

Alphaman looked down at the naked, broken Robbie in front of him. The smuggler was unconscious from the incredible pounding he had received from the musclegod. Jizz slopped all over his body and he lay in a substantial pool of it. Alphamans grapefruit sized balls churned, aching for more release after tasting what it was like.

"Guess you were a god damn virgin too," Alphaman said, and turned to walk away to collect his suit, his virile donkey dick slapping back and forth on his massive legs, leaving a trail of sticky cream behind him as he walked.

The Taglio Mafia headquarters was a small italian restaurant on the east side of the city. Don Taglio was watching the cooks prepare his dinner. Things were bad in the city. Prostitution was down. Drugs were down. Gambling -- everything, all the vices.

He patted a handkerchief to his bald head, then stuffed it back into his coat pocket. He was getting to be an old man, he couldn't lead against this surge of do-gooderness when the do-gooder was a fuckin' hung musclehero who could bend steel. He sat his large portly frame down in a nearby chair. He mulled over plans on how to build his empire back up.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion coming from the dining area.

He swung around to find two of his goons dragging Robbie into the kitchen by his arms.

"Jesus Christ! Robbie! My son!" He yelled. The Don bent down to examine Robbie's face. It was swollen with blood and an unidentifiable white viscous fluid covering it.

"We found him in the warehouse boss! He... he was naked. W-we think he was... he was fuckin' raped!"

Don stood up. Robbie was semi-conscious and bubbles of cum sputtered out his mouth.

"Robbie - Rob, my boy, what did you say?"

Robbie looked up at his father.

"Alpha... Alphaman..." He said in a thick voice.

Don Taglio went pale.

Robbie was taken to a trustworthy doctor. He had been raped all right.

The Don was sitting quietly in the kitchen. His dinner was beside him, cold. Two goons sat beside him as he watched the chef on duty prepare meat for the next day. The Don was quiet. He drummed his fingers on the table as he watched.

One of the goons spoke up:

"So, uh, Boss, we gotta do somethin' about this guy. He's come into our territory, he has ruined our trade, he has us runnin' like our pants are on fire."

The Don remained silent.

"I mean, it seems to me that we oughtta take care of him. Yeah he's a powerful guy, so what? We gotta make an example of him. Show the town we mean business."

The Don still sat quietly. The two men looked at each other. The Don stopped drumming his fingers.

"So, uh, what are we gonna do boss?"

The Don looked back into the kitchen where the cook was slamming a heavy butchers knife into a thick cut of beef. He licked his lips.

"We're gonna fuckin' slice that musclecocks' big fuckin salami and balls off."

To be continued ...

(How do you think Alphaman should get it? Feel free to e-mail me any ideas or comments.)