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Alex Renov
ANDY'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT
by Alex
Andy was always the one to party when the time came. He
loved to drink in high school and that attitude had lasted him
well on into his college career. He had a boyfriend, but given
the choice, he would choose taking a shot of whiskey with his
buddies than hang out with his boyfriend. He was really strange
in that way. Andy was kind of a slacker though. He did well in
school when he would actually go to class, but too bad that was
only twice a week at most. During the summer months, he worked
with his father as a construction worker for a local union contracting
company.
Sunday was Andy's 21st birthday, and just like all of his
friends' 21st birthday, Andy went out drinking to celebrate it.
His best friend Doug organized the party and basically booked the
entire bar for that night. There might have been a table of two
left for any random customers, but overall, the place was basically
packed with Andy's friends.
"Oh, you guys are the best! I didn't even expect this!!"
"Whatever dude, you knew this was coming. Can you believe
it?! YOU'RE 21!!! You know what that means!!!"
Andy knew quite well that it was tradition to do 21 shots on
your 21st birthday, and he was well aware of the consequences of doing
it. He would probably get drunk off his ass and not be able to walk
straight by the end of the night. He didn't care though...he was having
the time of his life. Besides, Andy had a pretty decent tolerance;
if he spread out his drinks over several hours, he wouldn't be that bad.
Hours went by, and Andy drank away, taking his time
not to get too drunk too quickly. He was pretty good at pacing himself,
but it was kind of hard to really pace yourself when all your friends
are urging you on. Besides, everyone didn't want to wait for him to
take his time. It was getting late and everybody wanted to get home
for work or school the next day.
"ONE MORE BUDDY - SHOOT IT"
"I CAN DO IT!! HERE IT GOES" and at that moment, Andy reared
his head back and let his 21st shot, a Kamikaze, slide down his
throat. There was a huge uproar and everybody was cheering.
"Way to go buddy!!!" one cheered.
"We knew you could do it!!!" Since Andy's friends were
basically taking over the pub, everybody was basically clapping for
him. Most were just clapping because they wanted to go home
wanted to go home. Andy looked around the room at all his friends
who had cheered and thanked them for coming. As they were all
leaving, Andy glanced up at a table in the back to see this
man sitting, silent, just staring at him.
"Hey Doug, who is that guy up by the jukebox?" Doug turned
around to look at the table next to the jukebox. He couldn't see
anybody there - just an empty table with two chairs
"Dude, who are you talking about?"
"There was a guy there, I swear. This is so weird! He was
there not even two seconds before you looked."
"Andy, i think you have had one too many drinks, buddy."
"I'm not lying...I saw what I saw. He was just staring at me with
this nasty look on his face. He wasn't here for my party, that's for sure.
I've never seen him before in my life. You didn't invite any of your
friends that I don't know, did you?"
"No, dude. Andy, you are drunk man, there was nobody there. And
since the party is over now, it seems that there isn't many people
in here either. Do you want me to call you a cab? I think I should."
"No, its ok. I only live down the block...I will just take the
back way. I should be fine, but thanks again for setting this up for me.
You turn 21 in two weeks - BEWARE!" The two of them giggled and then went
their separate ways.
Andy liked taking the alley behind the bar to go home. It was
quiet and Andy liked to think to himself when he walked that way.
"I am not that drunk, why would I be seeing things? This was a
person...what's the problem here." Andy couldn't figure it out
for the life of him. His head started to throb thinking about it so he
decided to forget it. I mean, what would be the point anyway?
Then, a booming voice shot out nowhere echoing off the brick
walls of the dark alley. "Oh look! What do we have here. It's the
fucking birthday boy."
Andy peered up the alley to see if he could make out any
figure of a person. "WHO SAID THAT!!" Andy yelled
"Why don't you take a look behind you asshole, and you will see
who spoke to you, or should i say you will see WHAT spoke to you."
With that, Andy turned around to see the biggest man he had ever
seen in his entire life. Biceps that must have measured 30" cold, a chest
that must have stretched the tape past 70, quads that the giant redwoods
would be jealous of, and a pair of solid brick abs with cuts at least an
inch deep. This guy was enormous - he looked like one of those muscle
morphs that Andy had seen pictures of on the net, but this guy was real.
Veins snaked around this guy's body like a roadmap and there was not an
ounce of fat on him. Then, Andy moved up to the man's face.
"SHIT, YOU ARE THE GUY I SAW IN THE BAR!! I thought you were just
a figment of my imagination. You basically just vanished."
"No dipshit. Using these steel pillars, I ran away before your
friend made the full turn of his head." The Beast of Granite flexed the
most inhuman set of legs that Andy had ever seen. They made Paul DeMayo
look like he was standing on toothpicks. "I didn't want any witnesses."
"W-W-W-What the hell do you mean witnesses?" Andy's voice sounded
very scared and very afraid.
"Today I felt like just sitting down quietly with myself and just
think about how gorgeous I am. I went to have a few drinks thinking of
how nobody can beat this godly body. Then you and your puny ass friends
come in and make a racket because of your birthday. I could not concentrate
on my beauty, and sadly for you, you will pay for that! DEARLY!!"
Andy took another look at the musclebeast and knew that whatever
he was going to do to him, there would be no escape. In a heartbeat,
Alex took off sprinting down the alley leaving the huge monster behind
him. He looked back once to see the god still standing in the same place
laughing heartily. "WHAT A SICK FUCK" Andy thought to himself. When he
was about 20 feet away from the end of the alley, 20 feet away from
freedom, a strong breeze kicked up in Andy's face. The breeze increased
slowly to a strong wind...then soon to a gale. Andy couldn't understand
it and really couldn't fight it. It was too much for him to handle as
he grabbed on to a garbage dumpster. In another second, the gale picked
up and Andy's feet quickly snapped from the ground as he was being pulled
back. Holding on to the dumpster for dear life, he looked to see how the
musclebeast was handling the sudden change in weather. The man stood
solid with his lips pursed and his striated pecs flexed to enormous
proportions and growing more outward - DEFYING GRAVITY.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?!" Andy thought. "OH SHIT!!!! HE'S
CAUSING THIS FUCKING TORNADO!!" While he was looking at the beast of
steel, the dumpster started to move towards the musclegod losing against
the power of his muscled lungs. Tires stacked neatly in the alley flew
towards the beast but just bounced off his steel frame. Andy couldn't
take the pain and strain on his arms as he regretfully let go of the
garbage dumpster. He flew back with such force and speed heading right
towards the Beast himself. The enormous dumpster couldn't take much
more of the power either as the Beast inhaled more deeply. The steel
ton was lifted from the ground and started to fly backward as well.
Andy hit Beast's supercut abs with a loud resounding "SNAP" as Andy's arm
shattered upon impact. Beast didn't even budge a milimeter. The heavy
dumpster flew past the beast's head and crashed into the brick wall
behind them.
"MY ARM!!! YOU BROKE MY FUCKING ARM YOU SON OF A BITCH - WHAT
THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
"Your arm is the worst of your problems. I am your biggest
one. I did you a favor anyway...look at that puny fucking arm anyway.
Now look at this!" Beast held out his arm at a 180 degree angle and
started to curl his forearm up. His bicep ballooned up in front of Andy's
eyes and didn't want to stop. Veins snaked around the skin engorged with
blood feeling like steel running through the veins. Beast grabbed Andy
by the throat and turned around towards the brick wall behind him. "I
have a little gas, fucker." With that, Beast let out the loudest burp
echoing throughout the alleyway shattering windows. When he was done,
Beast blew the horrible smelling fumes on Andy with such force that he
shot back about 20 feet and slammed his back on the brick wall hoisted
a foot from the ground. Nothing was keeping him up but the pure strength
of the Beast's lungs. Andy tried to scream from the pressure of the blast,
but the wind held his jaw shut tight. Slowly, Beast turned up the pressure
of the blast and small cracks could be heard on the wall behind Andy. The
foundation was actually being pulverized to dust behind him. Beast pursed
his lips tighter as he directed the blast to the center of the chest.
Andy's mouth was finally free as he let out blood curdling screams from the
pain being inflicted. He looked down and actually saw his ribs starting to
bend, but Beast did lot let up until he heard a satisfying crunch as Andy's
sternum snapped. Andy fell to the ground in extreme pain.
"I'm going to kill you, you fucking asshole!" Andy whelped.
"Don't you learn yet?! There is not a soul alive who could
beat me. Should I prove it to you some more?" Beast grabbed one
of the tires that had flown at him during the hurricane and wedged
it between his pecs. "Big fucking pecs! Fucking melon balls of steel!
Mine to command - Mine to control!" Beast inhaled deeply and inflated
his pecs to inhuman proportions. Steel striations lined his enormous
mountains of muscle as they closed in on the rubber of the tire. The
cleavage of his inhuman muscles sqeezed in harder like a godly vice as
the tire popped with a deafening scream. Beast tossed the piece of
shredded rubber to the side. He then moved on to the dumpster that had
crashed into the wall behind him. He hoisted it over head as if it were
a napkin and looked Andy right in the eye with no expression...only bloodlust.
"PAY ATTENTION - SEE WHAT AWAITS YOU!" Without grimacing or even flexing
too hard, the Beast slowly started to bring his hands together crushing
inwards on the dense steel. Muscles bulged under his inhuman skin, yet
he showed no signs of fatigue at all. When his hands finally met, Beast
tossed the unrecognizable glob of metal to the ground with a hard thud.
"Your turn buddy!" Beast layed down on the ground right next to his helpless
victim and wrapped his mammoth quads aound Andy's upper thighs.
"LOOK AT OUR QUADS PRICK! YOUR'S ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME.
Running away was your second mistake today."
"W-W-W-What was my first" Andy yelped.
"You breathed!" Beast slowly flexed his striated quads. Veins
bursting on the skin rippling with power. Thick muscle cut the way a
bodybuilder only dreamed. Andy writhed in pain as the musclegod crushed
down on his pathetic looking quads.
Suddenly, there was a large "CRRRRRRACK" that echoed throughout
the alley. "AHHHHHHHH YOU BROKE MY FUCKING LEG" Andy SCREAMED but the
musclegod didn't care.
"Ooooh yeah. Big fucking legs. Monster granite thighs. These
babies will do more than just break them." The Beast continued to flex
his massive pillars and the sound of femurs disintegrating was music
to his ears.
"PLEASE!!!!!!! GET THE FUCK OFF ME" Andy was in the most
immense pain he had ever been in his whole life.
"FUCK YOU!! YOu should have thought of this before coming to
your party. Consider what I am going to do to you as your gift."
Beast continued his massive onslaught until bones either splintered
through the skin and or were reduced to powder. "These fucking quads
could crush steel, boy."
Beast stood up and looked at his masterpiece of muscle
destruction. Andy's legs were completely turned to mush...there was
not a bone left that was longer than two inches in his quads. Beast
just stood and looked at Andy's face, tears streaming, screams issuing
from his mouth. Beast looked around the alley and walked over to the
sewer. He noticed the manhole cover and ripped it out even though it
was welded into place. He stuck it between his legs and shot out a
massive flex,veins in his legs stood out and snaked around his quads.
The dense metal of the manhole cover screamed trying to keep its shape
against the man-god's power. The metal tried in vain to withstand the
brutal torture, but it could not hold up much longer and started to fold
in on itself. Beast's face remained perfectly solid and without expression
until the metal changed to an unrecognizable clump. Beast gave a small
smile that struck fear in the pained Andy. "GET UP"
"PLEASE SIR, I C-C-CAN't"
Beast grabbed Andy by the collar and hoisted him up until
he was eye level with the beast. His feet dangling in mid air.
"When I give you an order, you LISTEN!!!!" Beast wrapped his gargantuan
arms around Andy's pathetic chest. "My pythons are going to destroy
you, birthday boy." With Andy still suspended off the ground, the night air
grew silent. And then, the Beast started to sqeeze in with his massive
guns. Looking Andy straight in the eye, with only a smile on his face,
Beast began to slowly flex his chest. Muscles bunching under the paper
thin skin into huge mammoth mounds of iron constricted Andy tighter and tighter.
The air rushed out of Andy's lungs as his screams were just
silenced. He flailed his legs around in the hopes of getting release
but to no avail. He tried desperately punching Beast's back, but
the superhuman lats felt like hitting a brick wall. Above the vain
attempts to escape, a loud sound issued from the man's chest like
a bone splintering.
"Say good bye to your fucking chest dude." With little effort,
Beast started to flex his granite, gnarly muscle. The split peaks
of his biceps crushing in on the sides, the bowling pin forarms
compressing from the back, and thick, meaty pecs squeezing from the
front was too much than Andy could handle. Ribs shattered one by
one in the amazing death grip giving Andy's lungs a lot of pain to
take in some air.
"PLEASE!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE" Andy SHOUTED. With
that, the beast let him down.
"If you can't take that, how are you going to be able to
handle this?" Beast layed down on the floor and placed Andy so
that he was laying across his stomach with his butt over his navel.
"How would you like to see how I work my stomach, asshole? Don't
you want to see how I get this 8-pack that most bodybuilders only
dream of getting?" Beast raised his knees so that his feet were
flat on the floor and put his hands behind his head. His biceps
were so big, it was a wonder how they didn't crush down on his own
skull.
"Sir, p-p-please have mercy. I'll do anything you want.
What do you want from me?"
"Your blood on my muscles." Beast started raising his torso
from the ground until Andy's pelvis was sandwiched between solid abs
and steel quads. Andy could not believe the torture this guy was
giving him. "Pay attention to me fucker. This is why we call it a
CRUNCH." Beast gave three short exhales and continued on with his
situp. Suddenly, a muffled crack issued from the musclebeast's inhuman
muscles.
"AHHHHHHHHHH LET ME GO LET ME GO PLEEEEASE!'
"Not until these abs are done with you." Blood streamed out
of the ridges in Beast's abs as Andy's hips were ground to mush. Beast
didn't stop though, he had too much of an urge to totally destroy this
motherfucker. Beast continued to rise up until his chin touched the top
oh his knees. Andy's pelvis was flattened completely and blood started
to issue out of the screaming mouth of the victim.
Beast got up and took a glance at his masterpiece. Andy looked
horrible; from the waist down, it looked as if he had gotten run over by
a truck. Andy was coughing up blood from the extreme torture that was
administered. Beast's torso was covered in bone and gore from the horrible
onslaught. "I guess you had enough torture for one day, you piece of shit."
"ttttthank you" Andy whimpered. Even if Beast did let him
go, he knew that he was going to be a quadripeligic for the rest of
his life. Beast started walking towards the broken piece of a man
that was Andy. "wwwwhat are yyou doing?"
"Don't question me fucker! I said you were done being tortured.
I didn't say I was done with you. LOOK AT MY CALFS!!" Beast flexed
his calfs forming an iron heart shaped muscle that ballooned outwards
the size bodybuilder's wished their biceps to be. "They aren't calfs,
THEY ARE BULLS!" Beast grabbed Andy by the hair and put his chin in
the crook of his knee - right on the underside of his knee. He brought
his calf up and viced his head between solid muscle - his calf and his
hamstring. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASSHOLE!" Beast's hamstring bulged with
enormous power as he slowly flexed it in on Andy's head. The pressure
was enormous as they crushed in on Andy's temples. Blood started to
flow out of Andy's nose, eyes, and mouth as his whole face became beet red.
"p-p-please"
"Good night" Beast finished his flex as his muscles squashed
Andy's skull like a pancake. Pieces of gray matter fell to the ground
out most of the gore remained trapped in the vice. Beast finished his
flex and Andy's lifeless body fell to the ground.
"He will never interrupt me again."
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