Man With Bulge Novels & Stories

He knew it was impossible for him now to even hope for someone to save him or hope that he would still be alive before the sun rises tomorrow because of the weakness he's feeling and the hopelessness he has deep within him as he stare blankly at the floor. "What you're dead now?" The man asked, chuckling. Whether Vladimir wanted to answer the man with a rebuke, he could not because he doesn't have enough strength to speak. He can't even make a simple movement of his finger. "Weak, motherfucker," the man said as he spits on Vladimir's hair. The man took bubblegum out from his pants pocket and chewed as he stared at the frail Vladimir whose face was now almost sunk to the floor. He grinned and

It was Sirius Lowell, the old patriarch of the Lowell family. The elderly man was already unconscious, and his bluish complexion and shallow breathing were both signs that he wasn't in good condition. A preliminary examination showed that his pulse was equally alarming. Emergency treatment was initiated immediately, followed by a series of detailed examinations such as CT scans and MRIs. Before entering the consultation room, Joseph said to Walt, "He's a Lowell. I'm related to him by marriage, so I should probably avoid being directly involved in his treatment. "I can participate in the consultation, but if surgery or any hands-on procedures become necessary, you should probably assign someo

The gunshot took everyone's attention. "What's going on here?" another man asked, making his way through the crowd. He looked familiar in his black shirt with the top two buttons undone, black pants, a wristwatch, and black shoes. He got a tattoo on his neck. "No—nothing, sir," the angry man stuttered. He seemed to have seen the devil. "Are you bullying a girl?" The man asked. "No… no, sir. I'm not." He's obviously scared as he puts his gun back and sits down.

He was built like a heavyweight fighter. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his muscular thighs. My God. That man is exceptionally well-hung. Even trapped within the confines of his dark boxer briefs, I couldn't take my eyes off the thick, heavy, throbbing lump that the fabric could barely contain. The infamous screenshot had definitely not done him justice in person. He must have noticed my blatant, unblinking staring. He chuckled nervously, a flush creeping up his chest. "Excuse me, madam. My eyes are up here."

Perhaps the goddess led me here to help save these innocent girls. But how? Someone came into the room and we all stared at him warily. He was a huge man with a bald head. He had muscles so abnormally big, I wondered if he was on steroids. My eyes trailed to his crotch and I internally scoffed. There was no noticeable bulge whatsoever. Just flat like me. Yep. Definitely on steroids. I heard they shrink penises. Maybe I should ask him if it’s true- Oh my goddess! What the hell am I thinking about right now?

The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins’. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan bodyguards than a man of the boss’s stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.

Andrius was the main reason his son became an invalid at home! Now when presented with the chance of taking revenge and killing the main culprit, he would never miss it. “Mr. Stormbrew, I’ll make the necessary arrangements now.” Then, Wayman signaled his secretary with a glance. The secretary left for a while and came back with a buff man who was at least two meters tall with bulging muscles that were impactful to one’s eyes. His exposed arms and neck were covered with countless scars from stab wounds, gunshots wounds, and incarceration. The most terrifying one was the long scar from his nose to the right jaw. It was terrifying to even glance at it. It was unimaginable what he must have gone

he asked with a thunderous voice. The man looked scary with a shiny bald head, bulging rounded reddish eyes; his body was like a Gorilla who was fed with so much steroids and had grown so much his clothes were threatening to rip open. "If anybody wants to make a funny move, let me warn you not to make a fool of yourself," he continued, then he turned to his men. "Make sure to shoot to kill if necessary, clear?" "Yes, boss!" the whole troop replied snappily.

A burly man bellowed. When Henry saw this man’s physique, he realized that he can’t continue to insist on getting his questions answered. So he turned and left.

With his well-made suit trousers half off, his tanned abdominal muscles and the lurking V line came out clearly. “Are you an exhibitionist?” Diana said. She immediately put up her hands to cover her eyes and squinted at his eight-pack through her fingers. His abdominal muscles were the perfect type that all women dream of touching. There was a scar on his stomach that looked like it had been made by a bullet. “Aren’t you going to insert your needle here?” Brian asked, pointing at his manhood. He had been visiting physicians specializing in men’s health, and all those doctors had ordered him to remove his trousers first. So, he had simply started taking off his trousers automatically before t