Big Men Novels & Stories

Faye’s heart skipped a beat. Six large men walked out of the crowd led by a man with the pudgiest face she had ever seen, a big frame, and a very prominent beer belly. He looked to be about 200 pounds. His friends sported very similar physical attributes too, and all of them possessed large swathes of tattoos.

Maxim is standing next to Bastien and five other scary men I have never seen before. They’re all dressed in black. There are two standing with long back hair; they are tall and huge with biceps the size of my head. One is perched on the arm of the one-seater next to Maxim; he has short-cropped blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and a scary aura altogether. Just looking at him sends a shiver down my spine. The other two are focused on what Maxim is saying, they both seem muscular, of average height, and have the same type of scar going down the side of their faces. Cold gray eyes focused and listening intently to the Beta.

I turned just in time to see some men heading in that direction. They were huge. Their shoulders were broad, wider than any door frame I had ever seen. Their arms were like thick tree trunks, full of muscles that flexed with every step. They stood much taller than any man here, towering over everyone like giants. Their chests were broad, their waists slim, and their legs strong like pillars. And their faces… I had never seen men so handsome in my life. Strong jawlines, sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Their hair was dark and perfectly kept, and they moved with the grace of trained warriors. Everything about them screamed power and control.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

“You are not so young. You should begin getting ready. And… can I give you some advice?“ He asked, looking at me with a serious expression. Not sure about what he wanted to say, I nodded. I knew that even if I did not, he would still 'advise' me. Dave smiled. “I think men that are slightly older are better. Don't go out with these little boys who only want to have fun…” I furrowed my brows. “Brother, what are you trying to say? I don't understand,” I said. “Older men? Everyone would make fun of me…” And was it Dan that he was calling little boys? Dave pursed his lips. “Do you think that anyone would make fun of you if I married you now?“ He asked.

They sounded like giant drums. One by one, they came into the room. Five men. Meeting the Giants Lily’s mouth fell open. She had never seen men like this. In her town, the men were normal. These men were not normal. They were all huge. They were all over six feet tall, with shoulders so wide they almost blocked the light. First was Jax. He wore a black suit that cost a lot of money. He had dark hair and eyes that looked like they could see through her clothes. He was the leader.

Yes they rose up the ranks faster than others but it did not change the fact that they started from nothing. “Not Curtis, he does not.” Denzel said, puffing out his chest in pride. “What makes him so special not to?” Rima spat out, her words and eyes spitting out barbs. “Because he is not a girl for one.” Denzel replied as Rima let out a little growl and moved towards him but Stanley quickly intercepted her. “Not a maid son for another.” It was Rima's turn to hold Stanley back this time. Denzel faced Penn.

His crew cut, bulging muscles, and piercing gaze set him apart, his face etched with an air of superiority. He was a cut above Sean, the family's black sheep. Jacob's presence was commanding, a clear step up from Sean's frivolous ways. The entourage of 100 men behind him mirrored his pride, each radiating a silent but deadly seriousness. The middle-aged man with them, not yet fifty, had a face that spoke of discipline and a body hardened by experience, giving off the vibe of a seasoned warrior. His hundred men, armed to the teeth, were the picture of solemnity.

Not out of it popping out, but at his size. Kaden was big, but dear lord, Kol is huge! I have never been with a guy of this magnitude! "Kol!! I don't know if that's gonna fit! You're huge." I whisper, a little worried.

chuckling The four men exchanged frantic glances. Behind their masks, their breath came in ragged hitches. Finally, their eyes settled on the largest of the group—a mountain of a man they called Big Dog. He was a brute defined by a jagged scar hidden beneath his hood, a souvenir from a heist gone wrong against the city’s elite. and know it seemed he had volunteered to earn another. Big Dog stepped forward, his teeth grinding with a sound like shifting gravel. Riven simply rolled his eyes, the gesture dripping with lethal boredom.