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TESTOSTERONE
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 Yourpost workout pump has now been replaced by a bigger pump, one that make youfeel bigger and bigger again.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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