We were both overcome with excitement, and more loving to each other than ever before. Andrew was increasingly enamored with me, and I was increasingly enthralled with him. He was one step closer to fully penetrating me, and he couldn't stop talking about how his enormous cock head already impacted my once super tight hole.
It influenced everything we did, and what we thought about. Both of us were insanely horny now, but my ass required time to heal and adjust. Now, a week had passed, and I could tell he was getting somewhat impatient. Notwithstanding this, he was always polite, considerate, loving, and never demanded my acquiescence.
In the meantime Andrew purchased a large boxing heavy bag that he hung from the ceiling beam in his bedroom. He loved punching the heavy bag, especially if I was watching him. It excited him to show off his power like that.
It was such an intense workout, and I could tell it relieved tension building up in him, probably due to unfulfilled urges to breed me. He was also showing off his body. It was a super masculine sight to behold. Andrew's body looked so big, thick, and dense, punching away on the heavy bag.
I loved watching his massive, muscle body, and powerful fists, destroy the heavy bag. It made him more manly than anything else. He would only wear his little bikini underwear so that his massive cock and balls would be somewhat contained. But, the enormous bulge would still bounce all over the place with each impact of his powerful fists.
His body would get all sweaty, and his muscles would get so pumped up and engorged. It was so sexy, and frightening at the same time. He was so powerful, and his punches were essentially deadly.
I always got so turned on watching Andrew bust up the big bag. Loud popping sounds would ring throughout the bedroom, with every impact of his fists. He would grunt with every pop. It was an amazing display of pure manliness, and domination. I would sit there nude, in his bed, feeling overwhelmingly submissive, and totally turned on.
I couldn't help but think about what he would do to another man with his fists. I thought... what if he worked over one of those musclemen from the magazines he got me? He would destroy the muscleman, right in front of me, working him over. His powerful fists would explode on the muscleman's body, just like they explode on the heavy bag. I was getting off on that fantasy, and didn't completely understand why. For now, it wasn't vital that I understood, all I focused on was that it titillated me.
In one instance, Andrew was really getting into it as I watched. He was smelling up the entire room with his ultra manly scent caused by the brutal fist pounding. I started to lose control, and I needed to worship him. He was as manly as I've ever seen him. I couldn't stand to wait any longer, and cautiously approached him. I showed him my smooth, toned little body, to try and distract him from destroying the heavy bag. As soon as he saw me, he hit the bag a few more times, so I could experience the manliness up close, and then stopped, and turned to me.
I quickly hugged him to calm him down, and lightly kissed and licked his sweaty muscles for a few minutes, whimpering as I did so. We looked at each other in the large mirror on the wall next to the heavy bag. The contrast of his super big muscular body, all sweaty and pumped up, to my delicate, little firm body, was powerfully sexy. Unexpectedly, he got reflective, and said, "You know, this is exciting and sexy, for both of us, but I could never live with myself if I actually did this to another person."
"I understand, and even though a part of me likes thinking about that, I would be repulsed if you ever did," was my reflective response, as I was feeling up his thick muscles.
"That's right, the reality of beating someone to a pulp with my fists, would be way too brutal, bloody, and far too traumatic for you," he explained.
"Can I still fantasize about it?" I asked.
"Sure, but that's all it is, or ever will be," he answered, then said, "That doesn't mean we can't have sexy fun with the fantasy."
I was happy to hear that, and said, "Oh, OK, that would be so hot!"
He was taking in my tight, little body as we talked, and I arched my back for him, showing off my firm ass. Then I sniffed his ridiculously smelly and pumped up body, and said softly, "That was the most manly display of pure brute force and power I've ever seen, baby."
Then I took a hold of one of his big fists, and brought it cautiously up to my mouth. It was still tightly clinched, so big, and so hard. As I looked in his eyes, I started worshiping it like I do with his big cock. I kissed all over it, licked on it, and sniffed on it. I could taste and smell leather from the heavy bag. I liked it, and I thought... if Andrew was busting up one of those magazine musclemen, I would taste and smell the muscleman's body. I liked that too.
I lifted his other fist to my mouth and worshiped it the same way. After that, I went to my knees and sucked his smelly cock off, as sensuously as possible. I loved eating up his he big, potent sperm wad.
Andrew would work out on the heavy bag almost daily now, so long as I watched him. Sometimes, he even worked it over first thing in the morning, which supercharged my favorite time for intimacy with him.
When we looked at the muscleman magazines together, I would show him a guy I really liked, and say, "I love this stud's body, bet you could really bust him up good."
That sort of thing always got him excited, and he would respond, "Oh yeah, he has a great big, muscular body, but I would totally destroy it, methodically bust him up, all for you."
I'd respond meekly, "Oh baby, I'd love to watch you do that for me."
Things were getting so erotic, that he adamantly announced at the dinner table that he would "mount me the next day, after the gym."
I looked into his eyes and said, "Yes baby, you know I will do anything for you, especially given how manly you've been lately."
Andrew was almost nude, just wearing skimpy little bikini underwear that only covered a small portion of the massive bulge, comprised of big, heavy cock and balls. He just returned from the gym right before dinner, and his revealing bikini underwear was still wet from lots of cock and ball sweat. The enormous bulge was oozing intense manly musk.
