Muscle Santa said, “I’ll do anything for you.” The giftee grinned mischievously: “Anything?!?” “Wait! NOT THAT!” cried the hunk. But too late: his flesh began to gray and stiffen. Soon, he was trapped as an inanimate marble statue. “Excellent! Let’s strip it in the back room and have some hawt FUN!”

Poseidon roared as his nephew Perseus approached on white wings. “Greetings, Uncle! In repayment for her assistance, wise Athena ordered I bring true justice to the defiler of her temple!” Poseidon was silent, for he had petrified into a helpless marble statue as he gazed upon Perseus’ snaky visage.

King Petroserpens, son of Midas and Medusa, laughed as he used both his parent’s magical heritage to suck the motive-force from the two sobbing muscular prisoners, trapping them alive as solid handsome marble statues. He caressed and kissed the stone men, declaring “we shall have such FUN together!”

The Medusa app flashed into Tommy’s eyes. As he lowered the phone, the petrification crept through his muscles, freezing him solid as a marble sculpture, its eyes flitting in fear. The master caressed his new toy with joy and, with a lackey’s help, carried the stone statue to his private collection.

Big handsome Bennett wanted to be made hard and powerful before his bout. The assistant fumbled the spell: the massive hunk found his muscles petrifying into solid marble, the expectant smile frozen on his stony face. The mage caressed the new helpless statue and leaned in to steal a forbidden kiss.

“Hercules, are you ready to join us on Olympus?” “Yes, father!” replied the hero eagerly. Magic surged in his muscular physique; as Herc lowered his huge arms, his flesh hardened into solid rock! His half-brothers, Ares and Apollo, caressed the helpless statue. “He is immortalized in stone, O Zeus!”

After his exclusive Cairns resort performance, Steve relaxed with a shower. But the owner put InstaCrete into the water. Alarmed, Steve stiffened in place, frozen as a rocky marble statue! He was helpless as two men lifted him away. “We’ll de-petrify him when he needs to sing again,” said the owner.

“Hey, who’s that?” “Remove your shades, handsome…” “OK, sure, I’ll… AAARrrgg…” The bearded muscle-hunk grunted as his flesh stiffened into hard rigid marble, trapped as a statue! The gorgon’s two slaves caressed its stony surface. “The process is done, mistress.” “Excellent! Carry it to my temple.”

Zane smirked at his admirers as he flexed and posed for them in the gym… but someone shined a Medusa-beam upon his body, petrifying his vascular flesh into solid inanimate marble. As the statue’s eyes blanked, it was helpless to prevent its worshippers from happily caressing its hard stony physique.

The muscle-hunk flexed, roaring as his ear-buds played the “gray note”: a frequency transforming his flesh into solid gray stone. His physique popped and creaked to a stop as his partner removed his shirt. The new statue could barely turn its rocky head to receive the hot kiss on its cold hard lips.

“What the fuuuuu…?” Chiseled Chris watched horrified as the shower, tainted with gorgon venom, petrified his muscular physique to solid marble. Unable to move, the new statue helplessly watched the attendants come to lovingly caress its stone surface and then carry it away to the waiting collector.

Gargantuan Greg roared as he pumped the weights once… then suddenly froze, his huge muscles petrified into chiseled marble. The helpless statue felt the twins approach its trapped body, to caress and rub their hands on its surface with love and worship, eventually leaning in to kiss its glazed face.

His physique swollen twofold, Steve thought: this feels WRONG! Sure enough: his muscular flesh grew cold, hard and stiff. Unable to move, he was helpless: trapped as a gray granite statue! Lifting the tee from the chiseled stone torso, the roomies caressed its rocky face and chest for hours on end.

Craning his head back to glimpse the masked priest, ritualistically pounding him on the stone altar, Harry was horrified when the demon hissed its petrifying breath into his face. Harry’s muscles went cold, stiff and rigid: trapped… a solid granite statue aware only of the pleasant rhythmic thrusts.

Boagrius sat down to arm-wrestle the small man, but the challenger had a petrification cantrip ready. The hulk stiffened in surprised horror, his muscles frozen into white chiseled stone! But try as he may, the challenger found he could not remove his hand from the massive marble fist of the statue.

Allan grunted: “Sure! I’m good with muscle-worship…” In rapturous arousal, Allan stood and flexed, gasping as his muscles stiffened, frozen as rigid marble. In this joyful bondage, his partner caressed the helpless stone statue. The master examined its open mouth: “Oh, I’ll fit in here VERY nicely!”

“I’d like to see you imprison me,” growled Hercules. “As you wish, demigod…” hissed the priest. Herc frowned, blinking, as his physique froze into marble, trapped as an inanimate statue. The hero helplessly felt the attendant caress him. “Take our permanent guest to the gallery,” laughed the priest.

Massive Mike Gargano roared as the petrification powder was poured into his hot tub. The water congealed into solid marble and, painfully, the flesh of his humongous muscles. Helplessly embedded as the steaming stone set, Mike remained aware but trapped, a blank-eyed statue, caressed by a beta male.

Confused Chad, ordered to petrify by his master, lowered his veiny arms as his physique froze in place. Turning his bewildered face with eyes glazed over into blank orbs, Chad stared helplessly at the aroused mage. Chad was now imprisoned as an inanimate marble sculpture: a plaything for his master.

The sinewy veiny hero assumed the pose for his masters and allowed the cold rocky essence to penetrate his every massive thew. Trapped at their command in solid marble, unable to move, the new statue serenely accepted its fate as its masters caressed its surface with love and kissed its stony chest.

Scrappy Jack took no crap from noone… not ’til a pair of magic punks trapped him in an alley. Their spells froze his muscles into solid marble, unable to move or escape the stone. He felt helpless as they rubbed his inanimate muscles with glee. “He’s a fine addition to our collection,” they laughed.

Victor roared as he triggered a stoning trap in the ruins. But only briefly: he fought in vain as his flesh hardened into solid granite, helplessly frozen as an inanimate sculpture. “Over here!” called another explorer, playfully examining the new statue. “Vic’s become a new exhibit for the museum!”

Justin gasped in horror as the gold chain slid off his thick neck. His massive muscles stiffened up as he froze into a gleaming marble statue! An attendant gleefully came to admire the chiseled rock. “Looks like Mister Wyatt lost his anti-petrification pendant. Help me carry him to the statue room.”

Sven grinned as the magic entered his body, turning his muscle into glorious white stone, preserved for all time. The new statue dreamed dreams of pleasurable rigidity as the twins, Petros and Lithos, caressed its hard unyielding surface with warm hands and tenderly kissed its marble with hot lips.

Massive Matt frowned, his flexing muscles gone stiff as he settled into a veiny pose. His physique froze solid as white marble, his powerful neck creaking as he faced his delighted friend. Helpless Matt watched blindly as his pal caressed his statuefied form. “You’re mine NOW,” whispered his master.

Hunky Hank posed so incredibly hard, tearing off his shirt bottom, that his vascular flesh hit maximal density, petrifying into hard white inanimate marble: powerful, but not strong enough to flex those stone muscles. The statue helplessly felt his friend Theo caress every inch of his rocky surface.

Bad beautiful Brad tried rising from his muscular flex, but he was trapped, his deliciously warm flesh frozen into cold hard unyielding marble. Helpless, Brad watched as his new master caressed the chiseled surface of his stony physique. “I’m going to have so much fun with you!” crooned his captor.

Big Hank asked eagerly, “Is there a spell to make my muscles harder?” “Let’s try this…” as his roomie chanted: “Massive bod of flesh and bone, Grow harder still, like living stone!” The results were glorious! “I’ll hold off the counter spell for a bit” mused the would-be mage, caressing the marble.

“Danny, are you lost?” asked the massive hunk, looking for his adults. “No, but you are…,” giggled the kid. The hunk gasped in alarm, watching his muscular flesh whiten, stiffening into a helpless marble statue. “I’m the curator,” hissed the tot, “and you’re my prisoner! We’re gonna have SUCH fun!”

After Abara’s statue was moved out, Big Luke also flexed in the dayroom‘s morning sun. And, as Abara before, Luke froze in place, angrily trapped in inanimate chiseled marble. Luke was helpless to stop the roommate from caressing the solid statue he had become. “Another sculpture for my collection!”

As Alexandre struck his most-muscular double-bi pose, he was alarmed when his flesh began to solidify into hard white marble. In the end, Alex could barely turn his head as his muscles fully immobilized into a stone statue. His boyfriend gleefully caressed its hard chiseled surface for hours on end…

Kirill gasped as the protective amulet broke, sliding off his thick neck. Without its magic, the huge Ukrainian helplessly stiffened in mid-flex, frozen as a solid marble statue! His pals admired his inanimate physique with glee. They carried the rock-hard Kirill to the back room for muscle worship.

Abara flexed in the morning sun, the light-sensitivity of the supplements he had consumed… forgotten. His flesh slowly stiffened, helplessly petrifying into hard gray granite, unable to move! His roommate then found Abara‘s statue and admired its chiseled stone muscles, gently leaning in to kiss it.

YEAH!…” groaned the hunk, as his teammates magicked him into cold motionless marble. But as power surged through his stiffening physique, he was helplessly frozen as a rock hard statue. His friends caressed the rigid surface with glee as they carried it off to the secret museum behind the back wall.

Embedded thigh-deep in the marble, the big model asked, “What now?” “You become one with the stone!” The hunk felt a chill as his flesh stiffened into white rock, trapping him as an inanimate statue. The two workers lasciviously examined the rigid muscle before taking the sculpture into the exhibit.

The demon-hunters espied the angel perched on a plinth near the ruins. “Pity our spells are just for demons,” said one. “Wait! Aren’t demons just fallen angels?” said the other. “Yeah! Let’s try.” They chanted the spell. Sure enough, the hunky seraph froze in place, trapped forever as solid marble.

“Number 31, you’re next!” The happy hunk posed under the hot lights. The Medusa circuit activated and he stiffened in place, frozen into gleaming muscular marble: a prisoner in his own rock-hard physique. Two assistants examined the helpless statue and took it away to have its silver thong removed.

The mage sat down next to massive Patthar in the sauna. With one touch, he surprised the muscular hunk, who was helpless to prevent his chiseled physique from solidifying into rigid white marble. After caressing the new statue, the mage departed, leaving behind Patthar imprisoned as inanimate stone.

On a studio set with false stormy surf and fake rain, Križo roared and flexed for the photographer. But the overhead Medusa-ray emitters crystallized the bodybuilder into rigid inanimate marble. Križo was helpless as two hunky flunkies confirmed his petrification, then lifted him to the statue room.

“Yes, my imprisoned meat,” said the guard, “you have grown strong and HARD! I reward you with the new title of STONE! Rock-hard and unmoving…” The meat was now grateful for the relief: “Thank you, master…” as it froze wearily into inanimate granite. The guard continued to caress the muscular statue…

The hunk gestured playfully, “Rawrrr! Like my makeup?” “Sure!” hissed the twins, “Here’s OUR costumes!” The hunk faltered in fear, then alarm, his flesh solidifying into glistening marble, trapped as a statue. “Let’s cut off its shorts and have fun with it inside!” said the gorgons, lifting it away.

After a fun night of drunken debauchery, Freddie needed that hot shower. But as the water splashed his muscular flesh, he felt cold as his body stiffened. Soon, Freddie was helplessly trapped as a solid marble statue, unable to move! His partners came in to lift his stone body away for worship play.

“What’s haAAAHH…!” roared the sullen hero as his muscular flesh turned to hard rock, frozen as a hulking inanimate granite statue. “Yes, my friend,” whispered his partner, “you’re my gift to the Earth Lord, to remain here forever for our enjoyment!” The statue’s eyes faded to blank dreaming stone.

“What’s this thing?” thought boytoy Brad as he examined the circle. When it flashed, he was compelled to flex; his hard physique solidified into white marble. Brad was trapped in stone and, as the attendants caressed him, the last of his flesh lithified! They lifted him up to join the other statues.

The hunk joyously sped his boat upon Gorgon Lake. But too much spray transformed his flesh into hard rigid marble! With all his might, he tried to flex from this prison, but he could barely turn his head to-and-fro before he totally froze up. In blank-eyed horror, he watched as the rocks approached…

The huge hunk flexed for the lucrative photo-gig against the stone wall in the ancient ruins. But the magic stiffened his muscles into hard gray rock, trapping him as a helpless statue. The photog’s assistant happily examined the frozen granite physique. “Hand me the shears to cut away its trunks.”

Another eager hero, yearning for eternal immortality, came to the mountain. And the mountain obliged. After freezing into a hard granite statue, an attendant happily confirmed the hero was petrified. Tapping the stone loincloth, he mused “we’ll have to CAREFULLY chisel this off to get to his cock…”

Križo was offered an outdoor photo shoot. The shaved hunk gaped in alarm as the magic froze his vascular physique, trapping the helpless Križo as a solid marble statue. After confirming his stone imprisonment, the other gym rats happily carried off his rigid rockhard body for fun and muscle worship.

The mage asked, “Like the horns?” Bull roared, “F’kin’ awesome!” “But you must now serve us.“ Bull‘s body grew even harder, freezing as a huge marble statue, joy suffusing his muscles. “Hmm,” said the Master to the mage, eyeing the statue’s tented shorts. “Perhaps longer than our agreed-upon hour?”

“Hey, rock-dude!” said Kev, distracting Dan with a finger. “Huh?” grunted the himbo. Kev tousled Dan’s hair to cast the magic. Coldness ran through Dan as his muscles froze into white marble. Trapped, Dan couldn’t stop Kev from rubbing his rock-hard body, or taking him away to his secret collection.