Wednesday 29 December 2010
Saturday 11 December 2010
Thursday 9 December 2010
Monday 11 October 2010
Sunday 10 October 2010
Tuesday 20 July 2010
Wednesday 14 July 2010
Sunday 11 July 2010
Saturday 10 July 2010
Sunday 27 June 2010
Thursday 24 June 2010
Monday 14 June 2010
Zayed, Niketan Shirtless Fight from Mission Istanbul
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGG! DOMINANTALPHAS DESTROYIN EACHOTHERS!
Sunday 13 June 2010
Saturday 12 June 2010
Jet Li-Fist of Legend fighting scene
General Fujita is the epythome of manly testosterone , gettin destroyed brutally and dying with those tall boots on!
Friday 11 June 2010
Thursday 10 June 2010
boxing1.mp4
This is fuckin testosterone goin on! Look at those hot bull cops punchin eachother ! Look at that tall booted cop taken down, his boots spread eagle...
Monday 7 June 2010
Thursday 3 June 2010
Wednesday 2 June 2010
Tuesday 1 June 2010
Saturday 29 May 2010
Friday 28 May 2010
Wednesday 26 May 2010
WW2 Bloody fight between Germans and Russians in Stalingrad
PURE ALPHA MALE MAYHEM, TESTOSTERONE DRIVEN TO INSANITY! RAGE EXPLODING !
Tuesday 25 May 2010
HOT SPURS 2 !
... and the battle explode ! Those hot manly spurs gonna carve the ground in agonizing death throes, the cowboy consumed by his own testosterone ! ARRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
HOT SPURS 1
The way this hot teen wear his spurs on cowboy boots show how testosterone start growing into a level that only violence can settle. Explosion gonna happen: too much hormones, too much testosterone , too much manlyness!
Sunday 23 May 2010
Monday 17 May 2010
Sunday 16 May 2010
Saturday 15 May 2010
Friday 14 May 2010
Thursday 13 May 2010
BOOT into destruction 2
...and the enemy is there, fuckin invincivle deadly boots wanting savage brawl!
Tuesday 11 May 2010
As they looked at each other's broad, muscular shoulders, huge chests with luscious tits, abdominal muscles of steel, the two young motherfucker's began to curse each other. Each of them had gorgeous arms, their pride and joy! Dave's measured twenty inches, and Dan's were not far behind at nineteen inches. They were perfect boulders of death, rocks of granite muscle just waiting for a muscular throat to crush! And between their legs was the measure of their manhood! Dave's cock measured a thick ten inches, while Dan's measured nine! Often after a particularly hot session of their incestuous relationship, they would rub their dicks sensuously against each other until their horse profanities and curses rang through the room, signaling a cum eruption that was truly unbelievable. Both boys could shoot ropes and streams of cum, soaking each other in their forbidden man juice. Then they would clean each other off, slurping the gobs of cum over each other's muscled bodies. Quite often Dave would piss in Dan's mouth, or they would spray each other with their warm piss fluid. Yes, sex was the only thing those arrogant bastards thought of. They couldn't get enough of it or each other! Both boys were champion bodybuilders, and both had won several teenage bodybuilding contests, out classing the competition totally! They always wore the skimpiest of posing briefs, in order to show off their massive cocks, which were large even when not aroused. But it never failed! No matter what competition they were in, when they were announced as the winners, they couldn't help but get rock hard during the final posing, their pieces of meat jutting straight our from their briefs. Smiling in utter contempt at the cheering audience, they would thrust their hips as far forward as possible, to show their massive erections! At one completion, they were declared joint winners. It was an all male audience, both gay and straight, but all the men nevertheless were turned on by the beauty of these two motherfuckers. At the final pose, Dan pulled down Dave's briefs and proceed to give him a blow job as Dave continued to pose! The crowd went wild and soon many of the men were doing the same! Dave blew his huge load all over Dan, who then stood and blew his load on Dave. Contemptuously giving the drooling crowd the finger, they deep kissed and walked off hand in had to their dressing room. For the next several hours, other bodybuilders and trainers were treated to a suck and fuck fest by the two brothers! Dave and Dan showed their superiority over the others by berating them and taunting them, totally arrogant and egotistical. One muscled contestant, as they neared the end of their orgy, had dared to whisper "faggots!" They silenced him with a beating that left the stud in the hospital for a month, never to pose again! They were beauties on the outside, but black as death on the inside! For they had a great teacher in their father Ray! An arrogant, egotistical bastard, the thirty seven year old Marine had trained up his sons in the way they should go, to become champion death fighters as he had! Tall, dark, stunningly handsome, incredibly muscular, strong and sexual, this motherfucker let nothing stand in his way, not even the mother of his sons. He hated and despised women, and when the cunt had done her duty, he conveniently, with the help of his fight buddies, arranged an accident! Now he was alone with his two sons, to use as he saw fit! Their world of lust for each other was beyond incest! It had it's own special arena of masculine sex. Ray taught his sons the beauty of man to man, male to male sex at the earliest age he could. From near infancy, the boys slept with him, experienced the thrill and power of his god like body, his huge hairy chest, his twenty one inch guns, his muscled thighs. And of course, his cock! From their young years, they saw its majestic beauty, all ten inches of it, as Ray shot his loads of cum over his sons, or into their mouths, his raw profanities quickly becoming soul damning blasphemies as he paved their way to the hell they deserved! He taught them immorality and amorality, so as the young men grew, they were as sick and as perverted as their deadly father! As Dave and Dan physically matured, they learned how to take the fullness of Ray's prick into their young mouths, and soon up their hot young asses. As Ray fucked Dave, Dan would suck Dave's cock and the three of them would explode in orgasmic frenzy! Soon, the steroids and body building began. Quickly their bodies burst, turning them into muscleboys of beauty. Ray was a vicious and hard teacher, and each boy received horrific beatings for not keeping up. But nevertheless, they adored him and as they got older, and they continued to please Ray, the beatings stopped and were replaced by incomparable sessions of the hottest sex imaginable! For Ray, who had given himself over to his darkest side, these times were what true perversion was all about. Jesus fucking' christ, those boys would be his greatest achievement of blasphemy he could undertake! Ray was no stranger to violence and death. As a Marine, he was the champion of the underground death fights, and he was undefeated. Dozens of young men had died at his hands, and he had fucked all of those magnificent dead bodies! Perverted military men with rich friends would hire him for private parties where he would take out a hunky muscleboy, after wasting his young body. With his neck snapped or crushed by Ray, the young stud was then the fuck toy for the depraved Marine. He would take the stud or studs off to a private room, where for hours he would feast on the body in a delirium of orgasmic sex! For Ray, fucking the dead ass of a man he had just murdered was the height of male power and dominance! More and more he disdained sex with other living male partners and the few unfortunate ones who did encounter him were taken away and murdered! Now, for Ray, living men were meant to be killed, and dead men were meant to be fucked! Once in a hot snuff fest, again privately arranged, Ray watched a drop dead gorgeous muscle hunk nigger take out an equally beautiful spic. Ray's cock hardened into steel as watched the rolling, bouncing muscles of the two motherfuckers, struggling for their lives! When the nigger hunk put the spic in a powerful sleeper, Ray grinned in anticipation. It was all over now. Sure enough, the motherfucking nigger flexed his bicep against the studs neck, and the spic was soon unconscious. But it didn't stop there! Flexing with all his might, the nigger turned the hold into a death sleeper, crushing the neck and throat of the stud until the rich blood flowed from the dead spic's mouth. Throwing the body to the floor, the nigger's twelve inch cock plunged into the ass of the dead man, and as his profanities rang through the air, he fucked the dead ass maniacally, cumming into the body almost immediately. Stepping back, he motioned for Ray to join in and Ray's ten incher soon felt the warm dead shit hole. Oozing with the nigger's cum, the fuck hole was well lubricated for the depraved Ray, and he fucked it with the strength of more than one man! Very soon, again at a private session, Ray and several other Marine studs, horny as hell, had gathered to watch Ray fist fuck the very same nigger who had killed the spic. The nigger had a gorgeous ass and Ray had fisted it many time. Hanging in a sling, the goddamned nigger motherfucker took the fists of all the Marine studs, some fisting him right up to the elbow! Then it was Ray's turn. He expertly fisted the nigger ape, who cried in sexual delirium as Ray's arm went right up to the elbow. But the nigger gorilla screamed as Ray's arm continued all the way to his fucking goddamned shoulder!! Frothing at the mouth, the other Marine's, now totally naked, shouted their profane curses at the nigger and the hunky Ray fisting the nigger's ass! Ray moved his arm in and out slowly as the nigger bitch moaned and groaned in hot lust. Just then, his twelve inch ape cock shot it's fucking hot load, spurting and shooting up over the panting Marine's. Ray, who was standing slightly above the nigger who was hanging in the sling, grinned evilly at the other men. Deep inside the nigger's body, he opened his fist! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! OH MY GOD, OH FUCKING CHRIST! STOP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Howling in absolute agony, the nigger struggled as then Ray's hand and arm began ripping apart the nigger's intestines, until the blood began to flow out of his ass, past Ray's arm. Now terrible screams of pain spewed from the black ape's mouth and his fantastic muscular nigger body shook and writhed. Ray began to curse and blaspheme, as did the other Marine's, as he violently ripped as far as he could into the dying nigger's body. Shot's of hot cum began to erupt on the nigger's body, as man after man popped his huge load of hot fucking man juice! Laughing and cursing, Ray slowly began to pull his massive, muscular arm from the nigger's ass. Shuddering, the black ape passed out, and as Ray withdrew his blood and gore covered arm, blood gushed and poured from the black ass, and streamed to the floor. Flexing his huge biceps, Ray reared back and plunged his ten inch prick into the hole and began to pound that fucking nigger ass. For almost ten minutes he raped that hot near dead body, and the other men around him cheered him on, their own cocks hard again. As Ray fucked harder, man after fucking man again shot his huge, streaming loads of cum over Ray and the nigger's body. Roaring curses and blasphemies, Ray pumped faster until he screamed! "AHHHHHH!! FUCKING GOD, GODDAM ME TO HELL!! JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST! FUCKING GOD!! FUCK FUCK!! AAAHHH, FOR CHRIST'S COCKSUCKING FUCKING SAKE!! His magnificent body covered in sweat and blood, Ray unloaded his male jism into the dying body of the nigger hunk stud. For five fucking minutes he unloaded his cum, ropes and streams of it flowing into the dead body. As he withdrew from the ass, the other men cheered and high fived him. They all agreed: the only good nigger is a DEAD nigger! Ray smiled at his Marine buddies. "Let's finish this job!" Leaning forward, he grabbed the nigger's head and pulled it straight back. With his twenty one inch guns flexed to the max, he snapped the nigger's neck with a loud CRACK! Lying heavily in the sling, now just a thing, the black apes body glistened in blood, sweat and cum. Ray flexed over the body, and spat on it contemptuously. As he strode away, the MP's arrived to clean up the mess and haul away the body. An "accident" would be arranged to cover the murderous actions! And so Ray taught these lessons to his muscular, hedonistic sons! For they too, had experienced the thrill of fucking a dead body already in their young lives! Ray had decided they must be exposed to his view of the highest pinnacle of sexual experience. When Dave was sixteen and Dan was fifteen, they witnessed their splendid bodied father waste a young stud right in front of them in a snuff feast of horrifying violence! Standing near to the murdering Ray, their huge cocks in full erection, they watched their father destroy the other stud, totally wasting his own beautiful body. As Ray fastened his bicep of death around the throat of his victim, Dave threw himself down on on the doomed stud's dick, while Dan sucked his Dad's. In just a few moments, the dying fucker's cock exploded in a huge cum load all over Dave's chest! Roaring blasphemous curses, Rays granite bicep tightened all the way into the other man's throat, until the unmistakable sound of PSST! signaled that his neck and throat were totally crushed! Hurling the corpse to the floor, Ray shoot his streaming load over the dead body, and Dave and Dan, cursing also, shot theirs! Panting with exhaustion, Ray indicated the body to the boys. "Party time, boys!" he growled. With howls of lust, the two drop dead gorgeous motherfuckers threw themselves down on the dead body and proceeded to devour it. They drank the flowing blood, kissed the dead lips, ran their hands over the hard muscles of the corpse. In minutes they were hard as rocks again, and each boy took the dead ass and the blood filled mouth for cum loads of incomparable depravity! Finally, Ray joined them, and the three of them took turns cumming over and over into the body of the slain young man! That would be only the beginning of their rabid lust for murder and sex with the dead! Whenever Ray could arrange it, he would have his boys right there to witness the death of another powerful and handsome stud who stood no chance against their father. As the screaming muscleboy died, the boys would fall on the dead stud and do their worst. And again, Ray would join them, as they feasted on the blood and muscles of the dead! Now he was training his sons for the same work he had triumphed in. They would enter the Corps when ready and take over for him. He knew they would be champions. Fuck! They had already murdered two hot studs already, as "a trial run!" Ray, through his connections, had found two gorgeous sixteen year olds for the murderous event, and the muscleboys had no idea what awaited them. They found out all too soon in Ray's private ring of death. Their horrible dying screams inflamed Dave and Dan to an hysterical frenzy of violence. Smashing the bodies of the other young hunks, the two brothers in a short time had broken, bloody bodies lying at their feet. As their fiendish father cheered them on, the three of them let forth blasphemous, soul damning curses! As Dave and Dan fucked the dying asses, Ray, now rabid with lust, yelled for them to do it! Simultaneously, the two brothers snapped the necks of the young studs with a resounding CRACK! Pulling out of the dead bodies, they stood to shoot their triumphant loads! As Ray joined them, waves and streams of hot cum burst over the corpses, and father and sons embraced and kissed passionately. Then, with grim resolve and inflamed lust, they attacked the young sixteen year old bodies again, all three cumming many more times before they were sexually satisfied! But things were to change for Ray. Because of his enormous ego, he was often insubordinate and insolent, even to his commanders. This was because he felt he had an "in" with General Elliot, the often time host of Ray's sex orgies. He was anxious to introduce his sons to these, so the three of them could off as many studs as they wanted together and then have the bodies. Unfortunately Ray misjudged his place with the General and he would find he was definitely expendable. After Colonel Reynolds came weeping to General Elliot that Ray had indiscriminately murdered the Colonel's only nephew, obviously very dear to him, General Elliot made his decision. Eliminate him, and his two sons!! The General made a call to two very special men. MP's Bill Johnson and Carl Saunders were both men to be trusted. They were the souls of discretion, and excellent at their job. General Elliot had no second thought about enlisting their help. Johnson and Saunders looked like brothers. At twenty four years of age, both were tall, extremely handsome men, with buzz cut haircuts that made them look sexy as hell! They had blue eyes, and dazzling smiles. Both men were absolutely stunning specimens of manhood, with rippling, bouncing muscles to be envied by any man, gay or straight. Each towering over six feet, they turned heads wherever they went, and deservedly so! They were also lovers, and had been for several years. Outward looks can be deceiving. Bill and Carl were vicious brutal killers, who loved bringing violent death and murder to men and whom they chose to kill! They carried out orders with horrifying violence, and other than sex with each other, only fucked the dead bodies of the studs they killed. Although no longer participating in the death fights, their assignments as hired assassins brought them great satisfaction, and they were well protected by the higher ups who knew that they could be counted on to perform anything asked of them. Having both committed murder at age twelve, continuing unrelentently up to the present, they were totally amoral and without a shred of mercy or pity toward their victims. They had lost track of the number of men they had killed. At this time, it was probably in the hundreds! Like Ray, sex with the dead body brought them to the height of their feelings of fucking male superiority. They were goddamned, and proud of it! Now they had a new assignment, one they were so looking forward to, that it made their mouths water! Ray's family owned a remote but very comfortable lodge deep in the mountains. It was there that he was taking Dave and Dan for a weekend retreat, and of course, for hot sex! Ray had been planning to bring a stud for them to snuff, but at the last minute the deal fell through. Still, between the three of them the days would be filled with sucking, fucking, rimming and of course, reminiscences and new fantasies about their murderous acts. The three of them together would produce the highest level of sexual violence, even if only in the imagination. Saturday evening found them together in the living room of the lodge. It was a beautiful room, with high beamed ceilings and a large stone fireplace. The boys had built a roaring fire, and in that vivid light they stripped for their very aroused father, oiled their magnificent bodies, and began to strike poses, each one more stunning than the rest! Almost immediately, curses and vile profanities rang through the room, echoing around them. As Ray goddamned his gorgeous sons, he stripped out of his clothes, standing majestically in the firelight. Flexing his arms of death, he looked down at his steel like ten inch cock, and beckoned the boys to it. Dave fell on the beauty and deep throated it completely, while Dan rimmed his father's muscular ass. Spreading the cheeks as far as he could, he stuck his hungry tongue in all the way, driving his father wild. Between the attentions of the two boys, Ray was ready to blast! And blast he did! With shouts of "Jesus fucking goddamned christ!," the muscular motherfucker shot his load right into Dave's open mouth. Dave swallowed most of it, but the load was so large that some of it splashed out of his mouth. Standing, Dave, followed by Dan, emptied their sperm onto their god and their idol! Ray accepted their worship, and the three collapsed to spend the next part of the evening passionately kissing and talking dirty to each other. Like the experts they were, Bill and Carl approached the lodge with deadly quiet. Since it looked dark, save for the glow of the fire, they headed around the back to the rear entrance. It was open, and soundlessly they entered. Moving carefully toward the living room, they heard the sounds of Ray and his two sons. As they approached the room, they stood for a few minutes by a half open door which allowed them to see what was happening without being spotted. Bill and Carl wern't the kind of men to be surprised, but this time they were! Taken aback by the beauty of Ray, Dave and Dan, they looked at each other in amazement. Never before had they seen such three perfect bodies and handsome faces! The sexual energy came at them like waves! Both men's ten inch cocks hardened to full erection and they leaned forward to each other and kissed tenderly. "Which one do you want?" Bill whispered to Carl. "The blonde!" Carl answered. Bill grinned. "Always your weak spot man, the young ones! The dark one is fucking hot! I'll be happy with him" Pealing off their shirts, the men stood bare chested, then quietly took off their heavy black boots and camos. Ray and the boys were cursing so loudly, that the sounds of the two men's movements were completely covered. Again putting on their boots, they stood naked except for them, two magnificent specimens of goddamned manhood! Their huge cut cocks jutted up and out from their muscled bodies, and the cum was already boiling in their large and low hanging balls! They had brought some things with them in a bag which for now they left in the outer room. Looking in again, the saw and heard Ray and his sons, this time all three of them posing for each other. Little did the motherfuckers know that damnation was in the very room, and in just a while, their lives and beautiful bodies would be horribly terminated! As Ray went into a terrific double biceps pose, Dave and Dan knelt at his feet in total adoration and worship. The cocks of all three men were rock hard and even dripping precum. As Ray's voice rose in pure blasphemy, Dave and Dan began to kiss his muscled thighs and took turns deep throating his cock. Bill and Carl needed to make their move, otherwise they'd be shooting their own loads right then and there! Bill looked at Carl. "Ready man?" Carl smiled. "Jesus fucking christ, yeah!" As Dan began to rim his father's ass, the living room doors burst open, revealing the huge naked muscle fuckers. Looks of total shock and surprise overtook the faces of Ray and his sons, and they froze in the middle of what they were doing. Carl grinned evilly at them. "We're sorry to intrude on this tender scene!" Finally Ray found his voice. "WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! He barely had time to finish the last words as Bill and Carl swept in the room and stunned the three men. Ray was knocked out cold by Carl, and two quick kicks to the groin brought both Dave and Dan into line, their screams of pain ringing through the room. Flashing back to bring their bag full of supplies, Bill quickly handcuffed the two pain filled sons. It had taken less than ten seconds! "Fuck man, way to fucking go! Jesus fucking christ, baby!" Bill and Carl high fived each other and stood over Ray and the boys, their incredible legs of death spread far apart. "Man, this is gonna be fucking fun!" laughed Carl to Bill. "Goddamn right, motherfucker! Can't wait to send these fuckers to the hell they deserve. Fucking sick perverts!" Bill's scornful voice dripped with loathing. "Fucking sick father, perverting his fucking sons. I bet they're just as fucking sick as he is!" Bill leaned forward over Ray's prone body. "Time to wake Daddy stud up!" Carl laughed derisively at Dave and Dan. "Watch this faggot muscleboys! Look what we're gonna do to your dirty sucking queer father!" Bill pulled a small caliber pistol out the duffel bag. "This ought to get his fucking attention! Bill pointed the barrel right over Ray's right thigh. POW! The bullet ripped open the heavily muscled leg, spraying blood over the floor, and bringing Ray to consciousness howling in agonizing pain! Dave cried out in horror! "No, Dad, oh god no!! Please!" "Shut up, motherfucker!" snarled Carl, kicking Dave again in his nuts. As Dave screamed, Carl cursed him. "Goddamn you to motherfucking hell, pervert!" Bill's voice was filled with glee! "Watch this, buddy boy!" POW! Bill shot Ray in the other leg! "Way to go motherfucker, shouted Carl to Bill. "Keep fucking going!" Ray's body writhed on the floor, and his heavy combat boots thudded a hellish death tattoo. Time was running out for the arrogant bastard Marine! With fiendish delight, Bill turned Ray's muscular arm toward him until the mighty twenty one inch bicep was flexed to the limit. "Take this, motherfucker!" he screamed,as he put the barrel of the gunny on it and pulled the trigger. Ray's screams were indeed horrible to be heard, as his pride and joy, his bicep, was destroyed. Almost immediately, Bill did the same thing to the other arm. Rays magnificent guns were history, destroyed in an instant by a force as cruel as his! Kneeling in front of the dying Ray, Bill plunged his thick ten incher right into the thigh wound and began to fuck it as Carl urged him on. "Yeah, baby, fuck him, fuck the goddamed motherfucker. Fuck, do it!" Meanwhile, Carl turned to the pain racked bodies of Dave and Dan, and began to slap and punch them as hard as he could. Soon blood began to flow from their faces, as he destroyed their handsome features. BAM! BAM! As the boys howled, Carl broke both of their noses, one after the other. "So much for you, pretty boys!" he taunted. "No one will look at you twice now! But then, you're not gonna have the chance, motherfuckers!" Bill stood above Ray. POW! POW!, he had fired right into Rays's nave! Ray's twitching body began to quiet, as death approached him. Bill fell on his body. "Cocksucking pervert! Motherfucker! I'm goddamning you to hell!" as he cursed Ray, Bill shoved his dick right into the shot out navel and began to gut fuck the stud father. Swearing his head off, Bill humped the body, his own splendid one gleaming in the fire light, revealing his magnificent back, ass and legs. Carl knelt behind him and began to rim the asshole and Bill groaned in absolute pleasure. As he fucked Ray, his powerful hands circled Ray's throat, and he began to strangle him. As he gripped tighter and tighter, he could feel Ray's rock hard cock right under him, the erection caused by the extreme throat pressure. Sure enough, a few moments later, Ray's cock spurted it's load, covering Carl with hot sperm. Carl scooped it up and slurped it down. Bill fucked harder. "Motherfucker, your last load on this fucking earth! The next one will be in hell!" Suddenly Bill cried out in sexual frenzy! "Time to die, motherfucker! Oh Christ, Carl, I'm cumming, eat me baby, eat my goddamn fucking ass! Oh for christ's cocksucking fucking sake. I'm-----AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" As his load of death burst into Ray's body, he tightened his hands will all his might! Ray's tongue was completely extended, and his face had turned a hideous purple. PSSTT! came the unmistakable sound of the throat being totally crushed! Blood flowed out of Ray's mouth, and as Bill knelt forward to drink the rich, life giving force, Ray's eyes rolled back in his head. Ray was dead. Bill stayed in the body for a while, kissing the still handsome face and the thick lips. He played with the dead tits and stroked his hands over the still massive, hairy chest. He stood up, Carl right behind him, kissing him tenderly in the back of the neck and shoulders. As Ray's blood dripping cock softened, Carl fell on it and deep throated it to clean it completely. He stood up facing Bill, his own hard on pressing against his lover. Bill took Carl in his arms and kissed him passionately, than began to suck and lick the man's huge tits. Carl couldn't hold back any longer! "Fucking god, fucking christ, motherfuck! Fuck, Bill, I'm gonna cum, fuck christ, fuck, goddamn me to hell!" As Bill stood up, Carl's endless load of male jism flooded over the gorgeous body of his lover. Ropes and streams of the sperm burst on that body, and both men's voices rose in soul damning curses and blasphemies! They were men! They were killers! They murdered for their own pleasure, flicking their middle fingers in the face of that impotent fucking god, and his jew boy kike son! Fuck, THEY were the gods: men among men, totally defiant and unrepentant, knowing they were going to their damnation with smiles on their faces! They didn't fucking care! They'd done it all, and they were goddamned proud of it! Bill took Carl in his powerful arms, and kissed him with the passion of the young god he was! For ten solid minutes they deep throated each other, moaning in pure sexual lust. Soon, their cocks were again like pieces of steel, and they drew back from each other with huge grins. Bill laughed and gestured to the still downed boys. "Hey man, the party's not over yet Fuck! Let's do it!" The two rapacious men fell on their young victims. They took off the cuffs, they were no longer needed. The groaning boys had just watched their father die horribly and they knew what violent fate awaited them! Bill viciously grabbed Dave by the hair, and dragged him to the corpse of his father. His voice rasped at the young man. "Fuck boy, here's a good fuck hole for your fucking' cock, don't you think, motherfucker?! Dave's eyes widened in horror. Carl held up Ray's body, and Bill forced Dave's cock right into the dead bloody mouth of his father. He screamed in agony as the other men shouted and cursed him, and soon, despite himself, his gorgeous ten incher was as hard as a fucking rock! Crying and pleading for mercy, Dave resisted, but he could not! He knew that the blood filled mouth was perfect for fucking and in a very short time, he was ready to blow his wad! As the two muscle studs tormented him, he shot his huge streaming load right into his dead father's mouth! Dave's shout's of despair were drowned out by those of the killer stud's, who made the boy milk every last drop of his tremendous load! "Jesus fucking christ, boy, that's it! Every last fucking drop!" "How did it feel to come into Daddy's mouth for the fucking last time, huh cocksucker?" "Motherfucker, I bet he'll be blowin' you in fucking hell, with satan watching!" With a roar of hatred, Bill flung Dave's body back to the floor, while Carl fell upon on Dan. He kissed the thick, luscious lips and then the even bigger and thicker boy tits. In spite of himself, Dan groaned in pleasure at Carl's onslaught. Carl looked at Bill, who grinned. "Do it man! Fucking do it!" Carl licked and kissed Dan's gorgeous tits, his rock hard cock against the boy's body. Very soon, Dan's huge nine inch dick thickened and hardened as Carl continued to make love to him. Suddenly Carl jerked his head up, grinning evilly at the doomed boy. "Motherfucker, where you're goin', you're not gonna need these!" Falling back on Dan's body, Carl gripped Dan's left tit with his teeth and began to chew it as hard as he could. Dan screamed in horrible pain, and soon some blood appeared. That did it for Carl! Biting as hard as he could, he ripped the tit right off Dan's chest, and spit it into the boy's howling mouth! Moments later, he did the same to to the other tit! Blood gushed from the wounds, and both Carl and Bill fastened their mouths on the mutilated chest, and greedily drank the streaming blood! Dan thrashed in agonizing pain, as Bill drew back. Carl hauled off and slugged Dan as hard as he could, stunning the young boy! "Shut the fuck up, motherfucker! Shut your goddamned mouth!" Kneeling over the prone muscleboy, Carl drew himself up, striking a magnificent double bicep pose. He jeered at the moaning Dan. "See these guns, motherfucker? Look at these fucking arms of death! Know how many men I've killed with them? Huh, faggot, dirty, sucking goddamned queer?" Carl kissed his huge arms. "My fucking guns are one of the last things you're gonna see before you die! Yeah baby!" Bill reached forward and grabbed Dan's throbbing prick. Shrieks flew from the young man's mouth as his cum load burst forth, a cannon load of hot white male breeding sperm! Bill and Carl mocked the downed boy cruelly, as the enormous load continued to shoot and shoot! Dan cried out in agony! "Oh god, oh christ! Help, help!" His face black with hatred and evil, Carl grabbed Dan by the hair and pulled the pounded face into his, hissing in rage. "No motherfucking god or motherfucking christ is gonna help you boy! They want you damned! They fucking want you to go to goddamned hell! Motherfucker, I'll give you fucking god and fucking christ!" He leaned over Dan's still body and held up his thumbs! He whispered to Dan. "THESE are the last things you're ever gonna see before you go to hell!!" Carl threw back his head. "GODDAMN YOU TO HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!" As Bill cheered, Carl plunged his thumbs to the hilt into Dan's eyes, totally gouging them out! Dan's screams were among the most horrible the men had ever heard, and they enjoyed every moment of them! Blood and tissue spurted up onto Carl as he laughed at the thrashing body! He kept pushing his thumbs in as hard as he could as the young boy continued to cry and sob in his agonizing pain! After a few moments, Bill laughed and nudged Carl in the ribs. "Shut him up, man!" Carl laughed too. "This will stop you, boy!" Suddenly Carl plunged his ten inch dick into Dan's left eye socket! The screaming stopped. "Oh my fucking god!" Carl closed his eyes as he slowly began to fuck the warm brain, finally ending Dan's life! He rocked back and forth, his cock pushing it's way through the dead boy's head, until he could feel the tip of his cock on the other side of the skull! With his great strength, Bill flipped Dave over and plunged his ten incher into the young man's ass. Dave screamed as Bill began to fuck him, and soon the momentum of the two glorious muscular motherfuckers grew and grew. Curses and blasphemies spewed from the mouths as Carl's cock destroyed Dan's brain, and Bill's huge dick ripped open Dave's ass. Bill could feel the lubricating blood on his dick and the sensation drove him into sexual euphoria! Both men were almost incoherent with sexual lust and their cries were as if they were suddenly transformed into primitive men, with no sense of anything, but their own lustful, sexual pleasure! Carl suddenly gasped. "Jesus fucking goddamned christ! Let's cum together!" Both men reared back and rode their fuck holes as fast and as hard as they could! Their orgasm burned in their loins, their boiling balls, full of hot cum, were ready to release! Sweat poured off of their gleaming muscular bodies, and then started the beginning of their stunning sexual high! Both men screamed! "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! GODDAMN! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING!! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! OH GOD, ON MOTHERFUCKING GOD!! FUCK!! FUCK!!! GODDAMN MY FUCKING SOUL TO HELLLLLLLLL!! AHHHHH!! FUCK!! FUCK!! FOR CHRIST'S COCKSUCKING, FUCKING SAKE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Their spectacular orgasms lasted, it seemed, forever! Gradually, as the height of the experience began to lessen, the two men threw their arms around each other, and kissed tenderly, their now softening cocks still in the dead bodies of the handsome boys they had just brutally murdered. They were in ho hurry. They wanted to savor the moment, the moment of the triumph of death over life, and the tremendous sexual satisfaction it gave to both strong young men! They held onto each others god like bodies with great tenderness and affection, and as the passion of their kisses increased, their moans of pleasure signalized the new hardening of their hot cock meat, as a new orgasm grew within them. In minutes, Bill and Carl's hoarse male voices rose together to damn themselves, the dead boys, Ray and finally to blaspheme fucking god and the dirty jew kike boy jesus! Shots and streams of cum again flooded the dead brain and the dead ass, and for the second time, the corpses received the juices of superior, dominant and brutal men, who acted without mercy or pity in order to achieve the highest level of sexual satisfaction any man can achieve: sex with a beautiful, muscular, murdered man! It was their creed, they lived by it, and by christ, if they had to, would die by it! For almost a half an hour longer, Bill and Carl lay with the two slain boys, caressing the still hard muscles, kissing and licking the perfect skin, and kissing out the blood from the youth's mouths. They paid tribute to Ray once more, by both in turn fucking his dead ass. As the three corpses finally cooled, the murderers showered, cleaned themselves, and dressed. One phone call was made. In no time at all, the bodies were whisked away. As Bill and Carl left the house, Bill threw a powerful grenade through the front window. The ensuing explosion and fire destroyed the house, leaving no evidence of the murderous evening. A car accident was arranged. Nearby was a high cliff and chasm, almost three hundred feet down. The three bodies were placed inside, and the car was rigged to accelerate over the cliff into the abyss. It struck the rocks below and burst into flames, burning Ray, Dave and Dan beyond recognition. Only the flames of hell could have been hotter! High above the floor of the canyon, at the very edge of a cliff, stood Carl and Bill, hand in hand. They were watching the burning wreckage with evident satisfaction. Naked except for their heavy combat boots, their rock hard cocks oozed pre-cum juices, extremely aroused by what they saw and what they knew was going to happen. They leaned toward other and kissed hungrily, devouring each other's lips and tongues as if they had never met. Pulling back, both men began to pose for the other, their bouncing, rippling muscles inflaming their lust, and showing to each other the incomparable beauty of their motherfucking bodies! Slowly each man grabbed his thick cock with his right hand, all the while flexing his huge left gun. As they stroked, incredibly aroused, their voices rose as one, and the canyon echoed with their profanities and finally their soul damning blasphemies they so loved! Faster and faster they pumped, until, for christ's fucking sake, their orgasms shot into the air, the ropes and streams of male cum cascading to the canyon floor. As the arcing shots of life giving male juice reached their climax, both men's feet rose up as far as they could go on the tip of the yawning chasm. With their arched feet flexed and with curses on their gorgeous lips, the two motherfuckers hurtled forward and threw themselves into the canyon! Bill and Carls' dying screams reverberated throughout the gorge and lasted until their magnificent bodies struck the cruel rocks far below. They were completely torn asunder! Their heads were smashed and ripped off, as were their arms and legs. Every bone in those stunning physiques was smashed and broken! They had truly died as they had lived, with the utmost violence and cruelty! Swirling down into the darkness of eternity, Bill and Carl, hand in hand, awoke to find themselves standing in an enormous room, glowing with an unearthly red light! They looked at themselves, and were stunned! They were taller, their bodies even more splendidly muscled, and their cocks easily measured fourteen or fifteen inches! They were immediately aware of the sights, sounds and smells of that room of the nether world. Piercing screams of dying men and boys rent the air, and the room smelled of cum, blood, piss and shit! But the sights! In a moment, the two muscle studs had raging hard ons with those new cocks, and they were goddamned sure they were going to do something with them! Bill and Carl were astounded to see rows upon rows, as far as the eye could see, of gorgeous buffed muscle studs engaged in every act of sexual perversion and violence possible! Hot dudes in leather gear and harnesses were strangling, crushing and fisting to death the most beautiful young studs imaginable! As the young men died, other equally beautiful studs were sucking off the cocks of the dying boys, only to have their own necks snapped by powerful and muscular motherfuckers, who in turn fucked the dead asses. Gunshots were fired into the bodies of men to create every imaginable fuck hole possible, and sharp knives plunged through hearts, slit throats and stabbed every where they could, as the agonizing screams of the dying reverberated everywhere! Guns and knives shot out and cut out the navels of magnificent young men, and hot studs gut fucked the motherfuckers to death. Hot niggers with shaved heads, and unbelievable muscled bodies, shoved their eighteen or more inch cocks into the mouths of muscular young boys, tearing out their mouths, the blood pouring out in rivers! Hot Nazi's with hellish shouts murdered hot kike boys, and gorgeous spics with the most sexually attractive tatoos possible killed young spics and niggers with abandon! Blood was everywhere, piss spurted constantly, and the strong smell of man cum dominated that goddamned room! Suddenly two stunning young men, not more than twelve or fourteen, threw themselves in front of Bill and Carl and deep throated the two men. Their bodies were incredible, with muscular development far advanced than their ages. As Bill and Carl groaned in lustful pleasure, two handsome, dark haired spics, about seventeen or eighteen, came up behind the sucking boys. They took hold of the boys heads, and began to push them down on the musclemen's now huge new cocks. Bill and Carl felt the cum rise in their steel hard pricks, and they let loose with the curses and blasphemies that had damned them here! The harder they pumped their dicks in the boys mouths, the harder the spics pushed on their heads until it was quite evident what was going to happen! As the orgasms of the two men gathered, the spics pushed down as hard as they could. Bill and Carl's screams signaled their cumming. They felt the streaming loads from their dicks release at the same time they felt the throats of the sucking boys completely torn out, suffocating them on the huge dicks, the cum and their own blood! The two men were in spasms of sexual ecstacy as the two spics continued to push the heads of the now dead boys completely down to the base of each man's shaft! For five full minutes they shot their male jism, totally in the hold of evil sexual euphoria! Blood poured from the mouths of the corpses, and suddenly the spics lifted the bodies up so the two men could drink their fill! Violently, Bill and Carl threw the muscleboys to the floor with a thud. They smiled at the spics, who then themselves down on the young gorgeous asses! As Bill and Carl strode away, they could hear the curses of the spics rise over the dead bodies, as they together shot their hot loads! Scene upon scene of male debauchery was evident. Powerful men thrust spears through the navels, hearts and groins of screaming young men! Pistol shots fired into foreheads, through eye sockets, and at the base of the skull. Handsome musclemen were seen gutting far younger men, slitting open their hot muscled muscleboy chests, and then hauling the organs out of the body, until victor and victim were covered in rich blood! By the time Bill and Carl had gone very far, their cocks were rock hard again, and they took in the splendors of the room with total pleasure and satisfaction! As they approached the far end of the room, they saw a raised platform glowing in red fiery light. Standing on it was the most incredibly built nigger they head ever seen. Stunningly handsome, his perfectly proportioned body boasted a nearly two foot cock, thick, hard and already juicy! A he flexed his huge guns, his glowing eyes looked at Bill and Carl. Slowly they approached him, and knelt at his feet in adoration. He smiled at them. "Well done, my good and faithful servants! You have served me well. The keys to my kingdom are yours! Go and serve me here as you did on earth! This is your paradise!" Rearing back, the Dark God showered his load of beautiful white cum on the two studs. For ten minutes, they were bathed in the male jism, until they glowed in white! As their master finished, he kissed them gently and then was gone in a flash of red light. Bill and Carl kissed each other with the passion of the damned! Standing back, their bodies were even larger, and they too, had twenty four inch dicks! Rubbing their master's juice into their bodies, they set out to terrorize the men of hell, killing with violent fury and sparing no one they desired. Fucking all of the corpses they could, their insatiable appetite continued for eons, when suddenly, there came the Last Judgment. Because their names were not found in the Book of Life, they were cast into the Lake of Fire, holding on to each other even as they burned in agony, blasphemies on their lips, and were swept along to their eternal and everlasting damnation!
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RULES!
You face me wearing a pair of tight y-fronts, your muscular body having justcompleted a chest workout. At 5'7", you are compact and built like a tank,your pecs are slabs of muscle, your broad shoulders are round, beefy andsport veins that connect from your chest to your bulging biceps. Your trapsrise sharply from your shoulders to your thick neck. Your stomach is flatand contoured with a rippling six-pack. Your legs are pillars of steel,quaking with power, deep cuts defining the separation of each muscle andtendon.
You turn and flex your arms in the mirror. You move closer to the mirror inthe change room while you flex. You flex your chest and feel the striationsthat make your chest so visually pleasing. You feel and look at the overhangof your chest and are taken aback by the difference between your flexed andnon-flexed chest. "I am getting HUGE! One day, l'll be so fucking huge, yourultimate fighting machine."
"Scott, keep the noise down, we don't want Matt to hear you." l said, as lreach for my training bag. "Come over here and have your injections." I pulltwo syringes from my bag as you approach me, a look of anticipation on yourface. "Once l get these into you, you'll be ready to fight. Now remember,Matt has locked up the gym and its now closed and he's having a workout.We'll go down and you know what you've got to do."
You turn around and lower the back of your y-fronts, "I'm gonna crush thatfucker, destroy him with my bare hands."
I inject both syringes into your body and you feel a buzz almostimmediately. "I should also mention the syringes contain growth hormone andprotein, enough to feed your growing body." You lean against the wall andyour muscles tense and relax, the liquid moving throughout your body. Yourpost workout pump has now been replaced by a bigger pump, one that make youfeel bigger and bigger again. "Oh yeah, feel the pump.........oh yeah, l'mso massive." You feel something stir in your groin, but are too mesmerizedto do anything about it. You go back to your arms, flexing them over andover, obsessed with the difference with your outstretched arm, and doublebicep pose. You feel your left bicep with your right hand, tracing theshadow beneath the bicep, the clear lines of your tricep, and the split peakof your bicep. You bring your arm closer to your face, moving your left handto the back of you head. You then proceed to give your massive ball ofmuscle a tongue bath. You push your tongue against the striations, feelingthe power and hardness of the muscle. You catch a glimpse of yourself in themirror and moan audibly. Your arm looks massive. You flex it again. Musclepush veins to the surface of paper thin skin which displays cords of thickmuscle fibres.
Your massive pecs sit low and heavy across your deep ribcage, two swollenmounds of densely packed muscle - fuller and deeper than l have seen beforeon you. I reach across and slide the palm of my hand under the curve of theleft pec, feeling its weight and the warm satin-smoothness of your skin. Ipinch hard at the skin and find no fat. I trace my finger around the outeredge of your left pec, then grab a handful of the bulging, relaxed muscle. Iquietly marvel at its size, shape and density, and then give it a good, hardsqueeze. In response, you contract your pec and the muscle solidified likeconcrete under my touch. Both of my hands find their way onto each of yourhuge pecs. You flex again, "Relax them!" l order and suddenly my fingerssink deep into the chest flesh, kneading and probing the depth of each pec.
"Come on muscleboy, time to head downstairs and find Matt." You follow medown the stairs to the hallway which leads into the gym. Standing at theentrance, l look out over the weights area in the semi-darkened room and seeMatt doing a set of benchpresses on a smith machine. He is nearing the endof his set and you can tell the fatigue is setting in as he pushes the finalrep out. He latches it back to the rack and sits up. He is topless, hismeaty pecs engorged with blood, pumped up like two melons. He looks down atthe floor, unaware of our presence.
l lean over to you and whisper, "When he starts the next set, go over to themachine and when he tires push down on the bar and crush his chest." Awicked smile forms on your face, "Oh yeah, gonna crush that fucker!" l takehold of your shoulder, "I want you to break every bone in his body, destroyhim piece by piece with your roided muscles." Lust forms in your eyes as youenvision your muscles breaking him down and l notice the front of youry-fronts stretch some more.
I notice Matt commencing another set and turn to you, "Go now, stay behindthe machine so he can't see you." l watch as you silently move across thefloor to the back of the smith machine. As Matt approaches his 8th rep, younotice he is tiring again, his pecs beginning to tremble with fatigue. As hecommences his 9th rep, you step in close and place both hands on the bar,pushing down, combining your weight with the 200lbs that is already on thebar. Matt looks up, a look of surprise on his face, and sees you, "What thefuck.............let go" he screams as the bar lowers towards his bloatedpecs. He pushes harder, his pecs fighting gravity and the pressure you areapplying. "Ahhhhh, fuck!!!!......." he screams through oxygen starved lipsas he tries to stop the bars steady progress towards his tiring pecs. Thebar is pushed lower, finally reaching Matt's pecs, his ability to push backup restricted by the angle of the bar. You grunt as you push harder down onthe bar hoping to crush his pec meat.
You adjust your footing and push harder, Matt feeling the bar starting topush down through his muscle meat. Matt curls his body suddenly and bringshis foot smashing into your jaw. You stagger back, letting go of the bar andsmash into the back of the machine. Matt quickly raises the bar and rollsout from underneath. He stands up and faces you whilst rubbing his soreengorged pecs. He watches as you shake you head and rub your jaw and climbout from within the machine.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fuckin' idiot?" he yelled. Yousmile again and rub your jaw, your massive muscles bulging with eachmovement. "I am here to break you into small pieces with my bare hands."Matt sizes you up, looking you over from head to foot. Anger clouds hisjudgement, "Well come and get me your roided musclefreak."
You and Matt step closer towards each other. Matt lashes out, his fistsmashing into your muscular abs. You bend over, allowing Matt to bring bothhis fists down hard on your back. You stumble forward, landing on all fours.Matt is now cocky, "Yeah come on, musclefreak." Matt flexes his pecs at themirror and blows himself a kiss, "I might not be as big as you, but thisbody is ALL muscle."
Matt sends a kick into your body, sending you sprawling onto your back. Hefollows up, dropping both his knees into your midsection, forcing oxygenfrom our lungs, momentarily stunning you. He climbs to his feet and dropsboth knees again, forcing more oxygen from your body.
Matt climbs to his feet and draws a deep breath to expand his big chest,then twists his upper body to see himself in profile in the mirror. He hashad a punishing workout - the best kind - working out the fibres of hismuscles down to the very finest threads. The deepest cords of his bulgingbody had been alternatively contracted and stretched, strained and relaxed,squeezed and pulled to the limits of his endurance. His club-like arms hangat his sides. He inspects them, admiring the swollen muscles as he pretendsto do some curls, flexing the biceps into hard mounds. Veins popped intoview. The flesh quivers with the intensity of his squeeze.
You climb to your feet, breathing deeply to replentish your oxygen starvedlungs. Matt turns to face you and beckons you to fight him, his armsoutstretched, his torso unprotected. You move closer and throw a rightpunch. Matt sidesteps and as your follow through, he sends a punch smashinginto your unprotected abs. "Ooommphhhh!". He then smashes his elbow down onyour shoulder sending pain shooting through your upper torso. You step backrubbing your shoulder, the force of the blow causing a temporary restrictionin movement.
Matt lashes out, his right leg smashing into your powerful left thigh inrapid succession......one, two, three, four times. He uses his left leg andrepeats the process, hoping to weaken your massively build thighs, thefoundation for your muscular upper body. Your thighs absorb the blows andyou lash out with a quick right, catching Matt in the jaw. He flies backinto a weight machine behind him. He rubs his jaw, his bicep bunching witheach movement. With rage, he flies back at you, his shoulder smashing intoyour pecs and carrying you backwards. You smash into the smith machine, yourback taking the full brunt of the charge. You grab your lower back as painshoots up your spine. Matt uses the opportunity and sends punches raining inon your exposed torso. You're trapped against the smith machine, unable tomove as the blows smash into your chest and abs.
Matt steps back, "Oh yeah, love destroying your muscles........." Mat movesin to attack you again, he throws a solid right punch which you catch in thepalm of your hand. In a show of strength, you stop the blow in mid-flightand begin to squeeze, your muscles bulging as you apply raw power. Mattgrabs his wrist trying to pull his trapped hand away but you hold on. As yougrasp his hand, you send your foot smashing into his abs. "Oooopphhhhh!" Youpull his arm out and smash your elbow into his bicep, once twice then threetimes, each blow breaking away at the muscle.
You push Matt up against the wall, your hands clamped to his pecs like vicesin a pec claw. Matt grunts and flexes his engorged pecs, confident he canwithstand the pressure you are applying. You squeeze harder, your fingerssqueezing the muscle fibres and tendons. Matt flexes harder, beads of sweatstarting to appear on his forehead. Using your additional musclebulk, youlet out a grunt and lift Matt off the ground, your fingers starting to breakthrough his flexed pecs. A brief look of surprise flashes across Matt'sface as he feels himself lifted off the floor. You pour on the power, yourfingers starting to bruise his pecs. Matt keeps flexing but his pecs arestarting to cramp and hurt as your fingers dig deeper. He grabs your wriststrying to pull them away, but you are too strong and his pulling on yourarms, only adds to the pressure being applied to his pecs.
With a sudden burst of power, you throw him to the ground and bring your legup to stomp down hard on his pecs. With your full weight behind it, yousmash you foot into his left pec, adding to the damage your pec claw hasmade. Matt groans in pain as you repeat the same thing to his right pec. Youdrop both knees and feel the pecs start to give, as your continued assaultstarts to break away his muscles. You grind your knees into his pecs,forcing your weight into his muscles. Matt groans in pain and tries buckingyou off, but you're too strong and heavy and continue to exert control. Iyell at you, "Finish his pecs off.........remember, they're his pride andjoy........destroy those mothers!"
You straddle his torso and start pounding his pecs, each blow causing Mattto bounce from the ground. You feel your groin stir as you feel his muscleweaken under your continued pounding, "Oh yeah, so fuckin'strong........l'll destroy these fuckin' pecs", you think to yourself.Matt's pecs are now red and bruised and your blows are turning his pecs tojelly. You climb to your feet and survey the weakened Matt on the ground. Asinister smile forms across your lips.
You reach down and pull Matt into a seated position. Matt's pecs balloonwith a bulging overhang to his torso below. You kneel down and send a spearpunch, your fingers driving into the muscle overhang over his left pec. Theforce of the blow forces the pec upwards, your fingers tearing into themuscle tendons and fibre. Matt screams in pain, the karate blow having anobvious effect. You marvel at all the chest exercises which have been doneto develop such a pair of muscle tits, but they're now at your mercy. Youlift his left arm and deliver a similar blow to the side of Matt's pec,again eliciting a scream from Matt. You let go of his arm and he slumps tothe floor nursing his battered left pec, rolling into a foetal position.
You walk over to the weight rack and grab four 50lb weight plates and walkback over to where Matt is prone on the ground. Before he realises what youare doing, you push him back with your foot and load the weights onto hischest. He looks up wild eyed, his breathing shallowed, as the weights diginto his weakened pecs. “Augghhhhhh! ……..please stop…………please!” Matt triesto push them off but you kneel on top of the weights, adding your 210lbs tothe weight already pressing down on his chest. Matt screams in pain, hisfists thumping the ground in agony. You climb to your feet, you movementsadding pain to Matt's chest.
With a sudden movement, you jump, both feet landing on Matt's unprotectedstomach. Air explodes from his lungs with a giant whoosh. He tries to roleinto a foetal position but the weights pin him to the ground.
You turn your attention to his injured arm and drop your knee onto hisunflexed bicep. His head jerks up in pain as your knee grinds away at themuscle, damaging tendons and muscle fibre. You continue to apply your fullweight to the bicep whilst pushing down on the weights on Matt's chest. He'smoaning in pain, your knees starting to crush the bicep. He tries flexing itbut it doesn't respond due the damage already caused.
You turn Matt over onto his stomach, forcing him face down on the floor. Yougrab his arms and hold them straight up, twisting them at an unnaturalangle. Matt's feet kick the ground as you almost break both arms at theshoulder. Almost, but not quite. After 3 minutes of intense pain, yourelease the hold and let Matt rise to his feet. Matt stands there, a painedexpression on his face, as he massages life back into his arms.
You grab one of his arms, put it in an armbar, flipped him over, and put himin body scissors. Matt yells as his ribs are crushed. You then lock yourankles together and flex your powerful quad muscles, almost cutting Matt intwo. Matt wheezes as every last molecule of air is forced from his lungs.You smile as Matt's hands grip your slab-like quads, trying to part them.You could have snuffed Matt at that moment with just a twitch of yourthighs, but you could see l wanted Matt to suffer much more than this. Yousuddenly flex your vast quads, and Matt feels four ribs break. Matt's faceis a mask of pain.
You shift your grip, sliding your thighs down and around Matt's hips. Youapply a choke hold, rolling Matt over as you did so. Matt screams silently -he has no air to make his vocal chords work. You are now beneath Matt, yourlegs crushing Matt's hips. You lift Matt's arms, apply a full nelson andlift his hips. Matt's spine was bent backwards. You pull hard, sendingspasms of pain down Matt's back. After two minutes of bending his spine, youopen your legs, release Matt and roll to your feet. Moving quickly, you grabMatt's ankles, flip him onto his chest, then stand upright, lifting Matt.You drop into a horse stance, bending Matt into a boston crab. Matt's fistsbeat the floor as you bend his body like a bow, finally sitting on the smallof his back.
"Aaaaarrrrrr!" Matt screams. Just when Matt thought it couldn't hurt anymore, you stretch his spine back even harder. You release him and rise toyour feet, watching as Matt clumsily climbs to his feet. Matt clutches hisback and rolls his shoulders. You come at him again, your formidable legslaunching a series of flashy kicks. Matt ducks under one kick, jumps overanother, and then he threw a high spinning kick which hit you in the jaw.Your head is thrown sideways. Matt follows it up with a second kick and aflurry of punches.
You stagger backwards, dazed, but kick out with a front snap kick. It hit,throwing Matt backwards onto the floor. Still somewhat dazed, you stumbleafter Matt and pick him up in a upside-down bearhug, crushing his abs andback, pain from his broken ribs tearing through his body.
You release your hold, lift Matt's body, find two of his broken ribs andpunch them. Pain explodes in Matt's head. Spit mixed with blood sprays fromhis mouth. You let the body fall to the ground.
You look down at Matt's muscular back and drop down, your elbow smashinginto his upper back. "Aaagh!" Matt slumped further. Two more elbows toMatt's back sent further spasms through his muscles. Matt was barelyconscious, his body shutting down from all the punishment he's received. Youwatch as Matt tries to move to all fours, his movements shaky anduncoordinated. You send a kick into Matt's abs lifting his whole body offthe ground. Matt moans and rolls into a foetal position.
Matt finally climbs to his feet. He is barely able to stand, his eyes glazedover in pain, his body battered and bruised. You grab his wrist and boundhim to the smith machine, leaving his body fully exposed. Matt's head hangslow, blood continuing to ooze from the corner of his mouth. You send threesidekicks to his oblique muscles on his left side, and follow up with threeto his right side. Each kick sends further spasms through his body, hismuscles convulsing. Three straight kicks followed by a number of kneekickssmash into Matt's gut just below his belly button. His abdominal musclesoffer little resistence, tendons and fibres either partially or totallydestroyed.
Satisfied Matt's abs have little more to offer, you send a series of punchesinto Matt's unprotected arm pits, taring at what remained of his pecmuscles. Matt's body jerks back and forth with each blow, his head rollingwith each punch. No definition remains in his pec muscles, the muscle nowdestroyed and like jelly.
l come over to survey the damage close up. I put my hand on your muscularshoulder, "Nice job, you've worked him over good and proper." I reach intomy shoulder bag and pull out another syringe. Throwing caution to the wind,l inject you again, knowing your lust for muscle growth dismissed any riskof carrying 3-4 times the daily roid dosage in your system. Your eyes glazeover with lust for growth and your muscles begin to twitch and convulseagain. I turn towards you and say, "Finish him off!".
You turn towards Matt who is now semi-conscious and struggling to breath,his breaths coming in short, sharp rasps. Shaping your right hand like aspear, you drive your fingers into the remaining left pec overhang, yourfingers destroying muscle and tendons with such force, it causes a temporarydisruption to Matt's heart beat. Matt jerks and convulses against theconstraints holding him his wrists. You untie him and prop him on his feet.
You apply the same karate blow to his abdominals, the force of the blowsrapturing his internal organs, causing the blood to increase and flow fromhis mouth and nose. Matt is barely alive, his youth and strength, keepinghis heart barely ticking. You stand in front of Matt and deliver two spearblows at the same time to each pec, his destroyed muscles offering noresistance. The rib cage and sternum explode on impact destroying the veryorgans they were designed to protect. Matt drops to his knees, his bodyshudders and with one last breath, he falls forward, dead.
You turn and flex your arms in the mirror. You move closer to the mirror inthe change room while you flex. You flex your chest and feel the striationsthat make your chest so visually pleasing. You feel and look at the overhangof your chest and are taken aback by the difference between your flexed andnon-flexed chest. "I am getting HUGE! One day, l'll be so fucking huge, yourultimate fighting machine."
"Scott, keep the noise down, we don't want Matt to hear you." l said, as lreach for my training bag. "Come over here and have your injections." I pulltwo syringes from my bag as you approach me, a look of anticipation on yourface. "Once l get these into you, you'll be ready to fight. Now remember,Matt has locked up the gym and its now closed and he's having a workout.We'll go down and you know what you've got to do."
You turn around and lower the back of your y-fronts, "I'm gonna crush thatfucker, destroy him with my bare hands."
I inject both syringes into your body and you feel a buzz almostimmediately. "I should also mention the syringes contain growth hormone andprotein, enough to feed your growing body." You lean against the wall andyour muscles tense and relax, the liquid moving throughout your body. Yourpost workout pump has now been replaced by a bigger pump, one that make youfeel bigger and bigger again. "Oh yeah, feel the pump.........oh yeah, l'mso massive." You feel something stir in your groin, but are too mesmerizedto do anything about it. You go back to your arms, flexing them over andover, obsessed with the difference with your outstretched arm, and doublebicep pose. You feel your left bicep with your right hand, tracing theshadow beneath the bicep, the clear lines of your tricep, and the split peakof your bicep. You bring your arm closer to your face, moving your left handto the back of you head. You then proceed to give your massive ball ofmuscle a tongue bath. You push your tongue against the striations, feelingthe power and hardness of the muscle. You catch a glimpse of yourself in themirror and moan audibly. Your arm looks massive. You flex it again. Musclepush veins to the surface of paper thin skin which displays cords of thickmuscle fibres.
Your massive pecs sit low and heavy across your deep ribcage, two swollenmounds of densely packed muscle - fuller and deeper than l have seen beforeon you. I reach across and slide the palm of my hand under the curve of theleft pec, feeling its weight and the warm satin-smoothness of your skin. Ipinch hard at the skin and find no fat. I trace my finger around the outeredge of your left pec, then grab a handful of the bulging, relaxed muscle. Iquietly marvel at its size, shape and density, and then give it a good, hardsqueeze. In response, you contract your pec and the muscle solidified likeconcrete under my touch. Both of my hands find their way onto each of yourhuge pecs. You flex again, "Relax them!" l order and suddenly my fingerssink deep into the chest flesh, kneading and probing the depth of each pec.
"Come on muscleboy, time to head downstairs and find Matt." You follow medown the stairs to the hallway which leads into the gym. Standing at theentrance, l look out over the weights area in the semi-darkened room and seeMatt doing a set of benchpresses on a smith machine. He is nearing the endof his set and you can tell the fatigue is setting in as he pushes the finalrep out. He latches it back to the rack and sits up. He is topless, hismeaty pecs engorged with blood, pumped up like two melons. He looks down atthe floor, unaware of our presence.
l lean over to you and whisper, "When he starts the next set, go over to themachine and when he tires push down on the bar and crush his chest." Awicked smile forms on your face, "Oh yeah, gonna crush that fucker!" l takehold of your shoulder, "I want you to break every bone in his body, destroyhim piece by piece with your roided muscles." Lust forms in your eyes as youenvision your muscles breaking him down and l notice the front of youry-fronts stretch some more.
I notice Matt commencing another set and turn to you, "Go now, stay behindthe machine so he can't see you." l watch as you silently move across thefloor to the back of the smith machine. As Matt approaches his 8th rep, younotice he is tiring again, his pecs beginning to tremble with fatigue. As hecommences his 9th rep, you step in close and place both hands on the bar,pushing down, combining your weight with the 200lbs that is already on thebar. Matt looks up, a look of surprise on his face, and sees you, "What thefuck.............let go" he screams as the bar lowers towards his bloatedpecs. He pushes harder, his pecs fighting gravity and the pressure you areapplying. "Ahhhhh, fuck!!!!......." he screams through oxygen starved lipsas he tries to stop the bars steady progress towards his tiring pecs. Thebar is pushed lower, finally reaching Matt's pecs, his ability to push backup restricted by the angle of the bar. You grunt as you push harder down onthe bar hoping to crush his pec meat.
You adjust your footing and push harder, Matt feeling the bar starting topush down through his muscle meat. Matt curls his body suddenly and bringshis foot smashing into your jaw. You stagger back, letting go of the bar andsmash into the back of the machine. Matt quickly raises the bar and rollsout from underneath. He stands up and faces you whilst rubbing his soreengorged pecs. He watches as you shake you head and rub your jaw and climbout from within the machine.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fuckin' idiot?" he yelled. Yousmile again and rub your jaw, your massive muscles bulging with eachmovement. "I am here to break you into small pieces with my bare hands."Matt sizes you up, looking you over from head to foot. Anger clouds hisjudgement, "Well come and get me your roided musclefreak."
You and Matt step closer towards each other. Matt lashes out, his fistsmashing into your muscular abs. You bend over, allowing Matt to bring bothhis fists down hard on your back. You stumble forward, landing on all fours.Matt is now cocky, "Yeah come on, musclefreak." Matt flexes his pecs at themirror and blows himself a kiss, "I might not be as big as you, but thisbody is ALL muscle."
Matt sends a kick into your body, sending you sprawling onto your back. Hefollows up, dropping both his knees into your midsection, forcing oxygenfrom our lungs, momentarily stunning you. He climbs to his feet and dropsboth knees again, forcing more oxygen from your body.
Matt climbs to his feet and draws a deep breath to expand his big chest,then twists his upper body to see himself in profile in the mirror. He hashad a punishing workout - the best kind - working out the fibres of hismuscles down to the very finest threads. The deepest cords of his bulgingbody had been alternatively contracted and stretched, strained and relaxed,squeezed and pulled to the limits of his endurance. His club-like arms hangat his sides. He inspects them, admiring the swollen muscles as he pretendsto do some curls, flexing the biceps into hard mounds. Veins popped intoview. The flesh quivers with the intensity of his squeeze.
You climb to your feet, breathing deeply to replentish your oxygen starvedlungs. Matt turns to face you and beckons you to fight him, his armsoutstretched, his torso unprotected. You move closer and throw a rightpunch. Matt sidesteps and as your follow through, he sends a punch smashinginto your unprotected abs. "Ooommphhhh!". He then smashes his elbow down onyour shoulder sending pain shooting through your upper torso. You step backrubbing your shoulder, the force of the blow causing a temporary restrictionin movement.
Matt lashes out, his right leg smashing into your powerful left thigh inrapid succession......one, two, three, four times. He uses his left leg andrepeats the process, hoping to weaken your massively build thighs, thefoundation for your muscular upper body. Your thighs absorb the blows andyou lash out with a quick right, catching Matt in the jaw. He flies backinto a weight machine behind him. He rubs his jaw, his bicep bunching witheach movement. With rage, he flies back at you, his shoulder smashing intoyour pecs and carrying you backwards. You smash into the smith machine, yourback taking the full brunt of the charge. You grab your lower back as painshoots up your spine. Matt uses the opportunity and sends punches raining inon your exposed torso. You're trapped against the smith machine, unable tomove as the blows smash into your chest and abs.
Matt steps back, "Oh yeah, love destroying your muscles........." Mat movesin to attack you again, he throws a solid right punch which you catch in thepalm of your hand. In a show of strength, you stop the blow in mid-flightand begin to squeeze, your muscles bulging as you apply raw power. Mattgrabs his wrist trying to pull his trapped hand away but you hold on. As yougrasp his hand, you send your foot smashing into his abs. "Oooopphhhhh!" Youpull his arm out and smash your elbow into his bicep, once twice then threetimes, each blow breaking away at the muscle.
You push Matt up against the wall, your hands clamped to his pecs like vicesin a pec claw. Matt grunts and flexes his engorged pecs, confident he canwithstand the pressure you are applying. You squeeze harder, your fingerssqueezing the muscle fibres and tendons. Matt flexes harder, beads of sweatstarting to appear on his forehead. Using your additional musclebulk, youlet out a grunt and lift Matt off the ground, your fingers starting to breakthrough his flexed pecs. A brief look of surprise flashes across Matt'sface as he feels himself lifted off the floor. You pour on the power, yourfingers starting to bruise his pecs. Matt keeps flexing but his pecs arestarting to cramp and hurt as your fingers dig deeper. He grabs your wriststrying to pull them away, but you are too strong and his pulling on yourarms, only adds to the pressure being applied to his pecs.
With a sudden burst of power, you throw him to the ground and bring your legup to stomp down hard on his pecs. With your full weight behind it, yousmash you foot into his left pec, adding to the damage your pec claw hasmade. Matt groans in pain as you repeat the same thing to his right pec. Youdrop both knees and feel the pecs start to give, as your continued assaultstarts to break away his muscles. You grind your knees into his pecs,forcing your weight into his muscles. Matt groans in pain and tries buckingyou off, but you're too strong and heavy and continue to exert control. Iyell at you, "Finish his pecs off.........remember, they're his pride andjoy........destroy those mothers!"
You straddle his torso and start pounding his pecs, each blow causing Mattto bounce from the ground. You feel your groin stir as you feel his muscleweaken under your continued pounding, "Oh yeah, so fuckin'strong........l'll destroy these fuckin' pecs", you think to yourself.Matt's pecs are now red and bruised and your blows are turning his pecs tojelly. You climb to your feet and survey the weakened Matt on the ground. Asinister smile forms across your lips.
You reach down and pull Matt into a seated position. Matt's pecs balloonwith a bulging overhang to his torso below. You kneel down and send a spearpunch, your fingers driving into the muscle overhang over his left pec. Theforce of the blow forces the pec upwards, your fingers tearing into themuscle tendons and fibre. Matt screams in pain, the karate blow having anobvious effect. You marvel at all the chest exercises which have been doneto develop such a pair of muscle tits, but they're now at your mercy. Youlift his left arm and deliver a similar blow to the side of Matt's pec,again eliciting a scream from Matt. You let go of his arm and he slumps tothe floor nursing his battered left pec, rolling into a foetal position.
You walk over to the weight rack and grab four 50lb weight plates and walkback over to where Matt is prone on the ground. Before he realises what youare doing, you push him back with your foot and load the weights onto hischest. He looks up wild eyed, his breathing shallowed, as the weights diginto his weakened pecs. “Augghhhhhh! ……..please stop…………please!” Matt triesto push them off but you kneel on top of the weights, adding your 210lbs tothe weight already pressing down on his chest. Matt screams in pain, hisfists thumping the ground in agony. You climb to your feet, you movementsadding pain to Matt's chest.
With a sudden movement, you jump, both feet landing on Matt's unprotectedstomach. Air explodes from his lungs with a giant whoosh. He tries to roleinto a foetal position but the weights pin him to the ground.
You turn your attention to his injured arm and drop your knee onto hisunflexed bicep. His head jerks up in pain as your knee grinds away at themuscle, damaging tendons and muscle fibre. You continue to apply your fullweight to the bicep whilst pushing down on the weights on Matt's chest. He'smoaning in pain, your knees starting to crush the bicep. He tries flexing itbut it doesn't respond due the damage already caused.
You turn Matt over onto his stomach, forcing him face down on the floor. Yougrab his arms and hold them straight up, twisting them at an unnaturalangle. Matt's feet kick the ground as you almost break both arms at theshoulder. Almost, but not quite. After 3 minutes of intense pain, yourelease the hold and let Matt rise to his feet. Matt stands there, a painedexpression on his face, as he massages life back into his arms.
You grab one of his arms, put it in an armbar, flipped him over, and put himin body scissors. Matt yells as his ribs are crushed. You then lock yourankles together and flex your powerful quad muscles, almost cutting Matt intwo. Matt wheezes as every last molecule of air is forced from his lungs.You smile as Matt's hands grip your slab-like quads, trying to part them.You could have snuffed Matt at that moment with just a twitch of yourthighs, but you could see l wanted Matt to suffer much more than this. Yousuddenly flex your vast quads, and Matt feels four ribs break. Matt's faceis a mask of pain.
You shift your grip, sliding your thighs down and around Matt's hips. Youapply a choke hold, rolling Matt over as you did so. Matt screams silently -he has no air to make his vocal chords work. You are now beneath Matt, yourlegs crushing Matt's hips. You lift Matt's arms, apply a full nelson andlift his hips. Matt's spine was bent backwards. You pull hard, sendingspasms of pain down Matt's back. After two minutes of bending his spine, youopen your legs, release Matt and roll to your feet. Moving quickly, you grabMatt's ankles, flip him onto his chest, then stand upright, lifting Matt.You drop into a horse stance, bending Matt into a boston crab. Matt's fistsbeat the floor as you bend his body like a bow, finally sitting on the smallof his back.
"Aaaaarrrrrr!" Matt screams. Just when Matt thought it couldn't hurt anymore, you stretch his spine back even harder. You release him and rise toyour feet, watching as Matt clumsily climbs to his feet. Matt clutches hisback and rolls his shoulders. You come at him again, your formidable legslaunching a series of flashy kicks. Matt ducks under one kick, jumps overanother, and then he threw a high spinning kick which hit you in the jaw.Your head is thrown sideways. Matt follows it up with a second kick and aflurry of punches.
You stagger backwards, dazed, but kick out with a front snap kick. It hit,throwing Matt backwards onto the floor. Still somewhat dazed, you stumbleafter Matt and pick him up in a upside-down bearhug, crushing his abs andback, pain from his broken ribs tearing through his body.
You release your hold, lift Matt's body, find two of his broken ribs andpunch them. Pain explodes in Matt's head. Spit mixed with blood sprays fromhis mouth. You let the body fall to the ground.
You look down at Matt's muscular back and drop down, your elbow smashinginto his upper back. "Aaagh!" Matt slumped further. Two more elbows toMatt's back sent further spasms through his muscles. Matt was barelyconscious, his body shutting down from all the punishment he's received. Youwatch as Matt tries to move to all fours, his movements shaky anduncoordinated. You send a kick into Matt's abs lifting his whole body offthe ground. Matt moans and rolls into a foetal position.
Matt finally climbs to his feet. He is barely able to stand, his eyes glazedover in pain, his body battered and bruised. You grab his wrist and boundhim to the smith machine, leaving his body fully exposed. Matt's head hangslow, blood continuing to ooze from the corner of his mouth. You send threesidekicks to his oblique muscles on his left side, and follow up with threeto his right side. Each kick sends further spasms through his body, hismuscles convulsing. Three straight kicks followed by a number of kneekickssmash into Matt's gut just below his belly button. His abdominal musclesoffer little resistence, tendons and fibres either partially or totallydestroyed.
Satisfied Matt's abs have little more to offer, you send a series of punchesinto Matt's unprotected arm pits, taring at what remained of his pecmuscles. Matt's body jerks back and forth with each blow, his head rollingwith each punch. No definition remains in his pec muscles, the muscle nowdestroyed and like jelly.
l come over to survey the damage close up. I put my hand on your muscularshoulder, "Nice job, you've worked him over good and proper." I reach intomy shoulder bag and pull out another syringe. Throwing caution to the wind,l inject you again, knowing your lust for muscle growth dismissed any riskof carrying 3-4 times the daily roid dosage in your system. Your eyes glazeover with lust for growth and your muscles begin to twitch and convulseagain. I turn towards you and say, "Finish him off!".
You turn towards Matt who is now semi-conscious and struggling to breath,his breaths coming in short, sharp rasps. Shaping your right hand like aspear, you drive your fingers into the remaining left pec overhang, yourfingers destroying muscle and tendons with such force, it causes a temporarydisruption to Matt's heart beat. Matt jerks and convulses against theconstraints holding him his wrists. You untie him and prop him on his feet.
You apply the same karate blow to his abdominals, the force of the blowsrapturing his internal organs, causing the blood to increase and flow fromhis mouth and nose. Matt is barely alive, his youth and strength, keepinghis heart barely ticking. You stand in front of Matt and deliver two spearblows at the same time to each pec, his destroyed muscles offering noresistance. The rib cage and sternum explode on impact destroying the veryorgans they were designed to protect. Matt drops to his knees, his bodyshudders and with one last breath, he falls forward, dead.
(thx 2 Peter Kelly)
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