The Bouncer

A Snuff Fantasy
By Dave 

I was in Oceanside, California, on a business trip.  It was late Friday evening and I had just 
gotten done auditing the books of a company branch there.  I was beat and looked forward to 
jumping into my hotel bed and taking my flight back to New York the next day.  I jumped into the 
rental car and headed south on 5 toward my hotel.  My mind was still at work though and I passed 
my exit.  Shit!  I took the next exit and tried to turn around.  As I drove down the road to find 
a way to get back on the freeway, I passed by a small but obviously popular bar.  There were a 
lot of people milling around it.  As I drove closer, I saw this HUGELY enormous bouncer.  I could 
tell he was the bouncer because he wore a white tank top that had "Bouncer" emblazoned on it for 
those too stupid to figure it out.  I was staring so hard I almost hit the car in front of me.  
As I slowly passed the front of the bar, I could only get a glimpse of this awesomely built man. 
 I decided, what the fuck?  And pulled into a parking lot.  


I walked up to the entrance and whipped out my ID for the man.  "Oh, from New York?"  "Yeah, just 
here on business.  Leaving tomorrow." I said.  "Cool.  Have a good time!"  he said as he let me 
in.  There was no eye contact or any overtones.  He must have thought I was straight and there to 
pick up some pussy.  Fortunately, I work in casual clothes so I didn't look too out of place.  I 
took a seat at the bar nearest the door.  It was about 11:00 and the bar was doing pretty good 
yet there were still people coming in.  I ordered a Jack Daniels, straight up and then looked at
 the man at the door.  I couldn't get over his size and now that I was able to take a good look, 
I did!  He was about 6'10", undoubtedly well over 360 pounds of solid muscle.  He had this marine 
style haircut and a tattoo on his left arm which said, of course, USMC.  He sported a goatee 
which was well trimmed and it accented his extremely rugged facial features.  He was no "pretty 
boy" but instead a man who looked like he'd been in a fight or two and had always came out on 
top.   


I realized that we weren't too far from Camp Pendleton so he was either still in or just out of 
the marines.  In any case, he wore, as I said, a white tank top.  It was really an 
undershirt-type with the word BOUNCER in bold black letters across the top and on the back.  It 
wrapped tightly around his whole upper body, like a second skin.  His traps jutted through the 
shirt and looked like mountains.  His delts were big and round, like cannonballs and his biceps 
were like peaks on mountains; 24 inch guns for sure. When he turned to face someone outside the 
bar, I could see how big his lats were.  They were so wide, they stretched the tank so much that 
in order to fit, he had to cut small slits on either side.  


Some bodybuilders wear baggy clothes and try to hide their size because they know they are too 
freaky to the rest of us, but not this guy.  He was obviously very aware of how good his body 
looked and loved to show it off.  He didn't wear jeans but, instead, he wore these multicolored 
striped tights like the kind you would see in the gym or in bodybuilding magazines.  On someone 
else they might look funny but on him, the looked awesome.  They did nothing but accentuate his 
lower body musculature.  He didn't need to wear these to show off, but he obviously liked showing 
off.  His butt was like two big mounds of muscle that bounced solidly whenever he moved.  His 
quads were so huge they almost broke the seams of the tights.  His calves were like diamonds and 
I would have loved to have licked on them.  And, most of all, there was no bodyfat on this man at 
all.  His muscles were cut and dense and seemed to move in unison whenever he moved.


As I drank my Jack, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him.  I looked around once or twice but 
no one in the bar even came close to this guy.  He was awesome.  Then, I noticed him noticing me 
and a feeling of fear came over me.  Some of these muscle-heads get temperamental when they think 
a fag is scoping them out.  I looked away but then I looked back as he was checking ID's.  Some 
kunts came to the door and they were making a big commotion over his physique.  I couldn't hear 
the entire conversation but that was ok with me.  He loved showing off and he gave these kunts a 
double bicep pose.  MAN!  It was awesome.  They went berserk as he smiled at them…and then at me! 
 I smiled back at him.  Wow.  His physique was awesome and he knew when he had an audience.  His 
ab muscles were rock hard.  His biceps were phenomenal and bulging.  He gestured them inside and 
they came over to the bar, still giggling like little girls.  One of them wrote down her name and 
number and said to her friend, "Let's have him over after this place closes."  Her friend was in 
total agreement.  As bitches go, these two looked like sluts.  She went back to the bouncer and 
he took the note and smiled.  She said something to him and he looked like he was agreeable.  She 
came running back to her friend and neither one noticed as he crumpled up the piece of paper and 
tossed it to the ground!


Slowly the night wore on.  People were getting drunker and drunker…including me.  Around 1:30 in 
the morning, a fight broke out near the dance floor between two guys and the bouncer was on them 
like flies on shit.  He picked up the two punks and separated them.  The punk on his left took a 
swing at the big guy and it landed squarely in his abs.  He laughed because now it was his turn. 
 He let loose of the punk he was holding with his right hand and showed everyone what a real 
punch to the abs was like.  He punched him so hard the guy immediately doubled-over and fell to 
the ground.  The other punk just looked with wide eyes.  "No!  It's all cool man!" he said as if 
begging for mercy.  The bouncer stood there for a second, staring at the one begging and I could 
see a small grin come over his face. 


The guy on the ground was in some serious agony.  The bouncer picked up the guy from the ground 
by the shirt and grabbed the other one by the collar and marched them both to the rear door.  As 
he passed by the bar, he looked at the bartender, "Billy, I'll be back in a few minutes." Billy 
just nodded and smiled as they left the building.  The one guy just grabbed his stomach and 
seemed to be in some serious pain. I watched as he shoved them both out the back door.  The back 
door closed and everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing.  I sat in my chair and 
wondered what was going on outside.  About a minute went by and the bouncer still hadn't come 
back in and I became curious.  


So, I got up from my seat and walked toward the back door.   I slowly opened the back door; I 
only opened it a crack, just enough to peer through.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  The back door 
opened to a dark alley and about twenty yards away, in the dark shadows, the bouncer was 
pulverizing the two punks.  It was hard to see because of the darkness and a dumpster near the 
door.  So, I opened the door enough to squeeze myself out and hunched down behind a dumpster.  He 
seemingly took turns beating each of them.  He picked one of them up by the hair and threw his 
thunderous thigh into the guy's abdomen.  He fell to the ground.  He grabbed the other one by the 
shirt and then the pants and then raised him up in the air over his head!  I watched in amazement 
as he literally, and with great fury, slammed the guy into the brick wall!  The punk plopped to 
the ground like a rag doll.  He was out cold. 


The other one sat up after watching what just happened to the other guy and said, "No, Please!" 
but the big guy didn't care and just sent his boot flying into his face and the guy went flailing 
backwards! The back of his head hit the wall with a thud. The bouncer picked him up by the hair 
and leaned him up against the wall.  He took a step back and, with the power of his mighty thigh, 
thrust his right boot into the man's chest.  I could barely here the cracks of his rib cage 
because of the noise from the bar, but I definitely heard the cracks.  Before the guy could fall 
to the ground, WHAM, he did it again, and again, I heard the shattering of ribs.  Whenever it 
seemed like he was going to fall he received another kick in the chest or in the stomach so he 
would stand up again!  His knees gave and he finally slid down the wall.  The bouncer picked him 
up by the hair and raised him up with his right hand.  Blood was coming from his mouth.  His eyes 
looked up at the muscular man who was giving him the beating of a lifetime but he could not say 
anything as his lungs were now full of blood.  He switched his hands so that he was holding him 
up with his left hand and with his right, he pulled back and smashed him in the face.  The guy 
was hit with such force, the bouncer lost his grip and the guy's head went sailing backward into 
the brick wall again. 


He dragged the guy out into the middle of the alley.  He put his left hand behind the guy's head 
and his right hand under his chin.  My eyes were becoming more and more adjusted to the darkness 
and I was able to see things clearer.  The bouncer took a stance so he would have firm footing on 
the ground and facing me.  I swear he looked right at me too.  He looked down at this punk who 
could barely stand up on his own and, with a dead-on stare at me, he started to grin.  I was 
wondering what he was going to do when, suddenly, he twisted the guy's head in a spinning motion 
and you could hear the snap of his neck.  Now, he was holding up a lifeless body.  He let go with 
his hands and body just fell to the ground.   He stood over the dead punk's body and, staring 
right at me, gave me a great smile showing his white teeth.  The other guy was still laying on 
the ground, still in a daze.  


I looked at the guy near the wall and he began to move.  I saw something shinny being pulled out 
of his front pocket.  He had pulled out a knife!  He stood up…still staggering a little as the 
big guy looked at him and took a fighting stance as if to say, "Come on, mutha!"  The punk leaped 
forward with his right arm and the big guy grabbed his arm and held it steady.  He put his huge 
right hand over the hand which held the knife and began to slowly squeeze.  He held on for as 
long as he could but the knife shortly fell to the ground.  The big man kept his grip and seemed 
to tighten it even more.  The guy began to cry and plead for mercy, "No, man, you're gone break 
my hand!" I swear the Bouncer turned at me again and just stared and smiled at me while I watched 
him slowly apply pressure to this punk's hands.  His forearms were fucking HUGE and now pumped 
with blood as he slowly applied pressure.  The broken bones must have started to jut out and 
break the skin because I started to see blood coming dripping out of the vice-grip that the 
bouncer was applying.  He knew had an audience and he was playing to it; I think he loved the 
fact that I was there to watch him snuff these boys out; and I loved watching it.  I could hear a 
crackling sound and knew he was smashing the guy's bones.  The guy began to flop around trying 
desperately to get out from this man's hold, but he couldn't.  The bouncer just smiled at me.  He 
was truly enjoying this and I think he knew I did too.  I got a little braver and came out from 
behind the dumpster.  I had an erection so hard, I was about to burst.  The bouncer then took his 
left hand and doubled the pressure squeezing and breaking any of the punk's remaining bones in 
his hand.  The punk really began flailing around trying to get loose but it was no use so he 
tried swinging punches with his left hand at the bouncer's massively built pecs.  They simply 
bounced off and didn't even phase the Muscle Freak.  Finally, the guy dropped to his knees, as if 
begging, and with no further bones to crush, the big man let go of his grip.  The punk fell 
backwards and landed on his side holding his broken hand with his good hand and cried like a 
child.  The big guy straddled the man and then sat down upon him, pinning him face down.  He 
grabbed the punk's arms and pinned them under each knee.  I watched intently wondering what he 
was going to do next.  With both hands, he cupped the man's forehead and began to pull his head 
back toward him.  I really got brave now and walked around to the front of the action.  I watched 
as he slowly applied pressure, pulling the head further and further back.  His lat muscles seemed 
to be expanding as he applied pressure. I knelt down on one knee close so I could get the best 
look and I just watched in amazement and awe at this man's power.  He smiled at me and let out a 
small laugh and I smiled back at him, so that he would know without a doubt how into this I was. 
 I heard the punk on the ground try to let out a small pleading cry for mercy.  The big fucker 
looked down at his intended victim and began to breath heavily as if getting excited about what 
he was about to do.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull back on the punk's head, almost 
pulling him up from the ground as he applied pressure.  The pain must have been intense as I 
heard the punk cry out, "Aaaaaaaaaagh!" The big guy applied more pull on the head until it seemed 
that he was bending it so far back it would snap.  "AAAAAAAAGH!" and then, finally, I heard the 
snap of his neck.  


Again, he looked at me. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by this whole scene.  Watching the 
power of this man snuff out two punks in fucking awesome style. He was more than just muscle for 
show; he was muscle for action.  "Go back inside and wait for me.  I gotta put these punks into 
Billy's trunk."  He got no argument from me.


I went inside and took my seat by the bar.  The bar tender just stared at me with a questioning 
look in his eyes.  In a few short minutes, the bouncer came back into the bar. He quickly walked 
over to the bar and  looked at me.  I think I was smiling.  I was so impressed by the power of 
this man and his skill at snuffing those two punks out.  I couldn't hide my smile even if I 
tried.  I enjoyed watching him in action.  "Got any Muscle Worship fantasies?" he said to me, 
smiling.  Man, I was shocked!   "Yeah.  Boy do I ever."  I said.  Everyone was wrapped up in 
there own little scenes so we felt free to talk even though the bar was still packed.  "$300." He 
said quickly as if trying to make a sale.  I never would have done it before but I was pretty 
well liquored up and more than turned on by this guy.  Hell, anyway, I figured I was getting a 
bargain. I said "Sure."  He said, "Stick around," and then turned to the bartender, "Billy, give 
him a double." Billy smiled; he knew everything was cool. The bouncer turned to me and said, 
"Gotta go back to work." And then took off to walk around the bar.  I watched as his physique 
moved around the bar.  His butt looked so awesome; everything about him said he was rock solid.  



The two kunts from earlier had found two other boys that they were playing with in the corner 
booth…like the sluts they were.  The bartender gave me a quick double.  "Slam it and I'll get you 
another."  So I did and he came right back with another.



I slammed that one and then it was "last call for alcohol."  In an instant he gave me a third 
double shot of Jack. Man, I was feeling no pain.  Just anticipating the fantasy of giving this 
guy the best muscle worshipping session he'd ever had and then, giving him head like no woman has 
ever done followed by swallowing his steroid-filled cum-juice.   


The bar started to clear out but I stayed put.  The crew went around collecting glasses and 
bottles while the bouncer gently convinced people it was time to go.  He knew when to get rough 
and when to play gentle.  The bartender quickly gave me another double shot.  "Hey, that's more 
than I can handle."  The bartender looked at me.  "Do it!  The bouncer will take care of you."  
So I did.  Slammed my fourth double shot in less than 30 minutes.  Now, I'm a pretty medium size 
guy and normally able to handle my liquor but now I was getting really drunk.  The bouncer came 
back to the bar, "Billy, can you handle it from here?"  "Yeah buddy, I got it. Have a good time." 
 The bouncer turned to me, "Let's go."


We walked out into the summer night air.  It was still very warm out.  "I don't live far," he 
said, "We can walk from here."  "That's cool.  I don't think I should be driving anyway."  As we 
walked along the street, nearing 3 a.m., he said, "So, tell me about this fantasy you want me to 
fulfill."  I told him about my muscleworship fantasy and how I'd love to see him flexing and 
posing for me and how I'd love to give him some great head.  He smiled and said how he'd like 
that.  Then he asked, "Did you like the show I put on?"  I looked up at him and smiled, "Oh yeah, 
you were awesome.  I loved watching you snuff those guys out." He grinned proudly, "Which one did 
you like the most?"  "The last guy. I was right up close and it was extreme. You were great."

 
We made it to an industrial building a few blocks from the bar.  "You live here?" I asked as he 
unlocked the pad-lock on the door.  "Yeah, it's cheap, very private, and I love the space."  He 
was right. There was a lot of space and no neighbors to complain about noise.  We walked toward 
the back of the building to a part that used to be warehouse offices.  It was dark with only one 
lightbulb up and even that was a low wattage bulb.  


We were now in his personal space.  In the far corner was a bed and against another wall was a 
dresser with a small TV on it.  On another table and scattered around the room were trophies from 
bodybuilding meets and powerlifting competitions that he had been in.  As I focused on the room, 
he closed the door behind me and pad-locked us in.  I immediately began to sober up a bit, though 
it wasn't easy.  "What are you doing?"  "Safety reasons. See?  There's no other way to lock the 
door at night."  I was relieved.  I was okay with that reasoning.  As my eyes became adjusted to 
the light, I began to notice how much this place looked like a combination torture room and 
sexual playroom.  There were chains draped over a desk and on the ceiling rafters were hooks, 
pulleys, and ropes.  In a way, I was scared but in another, I was very turned on.  I also noticed 
a lot of mirrors in the room.  One over the dresser, one on the wall by the bed and two huge ones 
which faced each other on opposite end of the room.  One looked like it was framed by two thick 
wooden poles which had hooks and ropes near the top and at the bottom.  Just right for tying 
someone up and having your way with him.  


When I looked over his way, I noticed him at the dresser.  He was putting out cocaine or 
something on a mirror. "You get high?" I asked, somewhat astonished.  "Only when I'm getting 
ready to fulfill a Muscle Worship fantasy.  I don't drink, so this takes me to the next level."  
I'm not sure what it was that he was snorting but he really seemed to enjoy it.  He did a few 
lines, in fact, while I browsed around the room.  There were empty syringes in the garbage can 
with steroid bottles lying about.  He was obviously into the whole steroid scene which I didn't' 
seem to mind at all.  "You take a lot of steroids?" I asked curiously. He smiled at me with this 
huge grin.  "Yeah, I like what they do for me."  "So do I." I said in agreement.  With that, he 
began to flex in the mirror.  Man, what an awesome sight to behold.  What ever he snorted, made 
his veins just bulge out.  The definition in his muscles was now even sharper.  


He turned to me and stated, "I'm going to change into some gear that I like when I perform 
fantasy."  He began taking off his white bouncer tank top and his tights and put on an old jock 
strap and some black military boots.  I caught a glimpse of his huge dick before he put on the 
jockstrap though.  Man, his dick was enormous and thick with big huge balls.  Then, he put on 
this metal chain-type vest; the kind you'd see in gladiator type movies.  It was obviously too 
small for him but it really showed off his physique.  He obviously didn't want to cover up too 
much of his magnificent body.  He opened the top drawer of his dresser as if he was looking 
around for something.  He finally found what he was looking for.  He pulled out a pair of black 
leather gloves. Not workout gloves but gloves with rounded metal finishings on the knuckles.  
They weren't sharp but I would hate to be on the other end of them.  I mean, it was enough 
getting punched by a man of his power and dimensions but to have those gloves on would be too 
much!   He then pulled out a black leather mask from the drawer but left it on the dresser.



He turned to me and smiled.  "How do I look?"  He looked fucking awesome.  Like a comic book hero 
come to life.  And I told him so.  He began flexing for me.  Running through his whole routine.  
I moved closer and got down on my knees in front of this fucking god!  He took off his vest and 
tossed it away so I could get the whole picture of his great physique.  From where I knelt, 
looking up, he was a god.  I started to put my hands on his huge muscular thighs as I stared up 
at him.  They were as huge as tree trunks and hard as rocks.  He made his pecs bounce up and down 
to amuse me.  Then, he turned around and let me admire him from the backside.  I looked up from 
below and his back was so wide and packed with muscles.  It tapered down to a narrow, but not 
sissyfied, waist.  His waist was thick and powerful; certainly not fat by any stretch of the 
imagination.  His glutes were enormous and rock solid.  I couldn't help but put my face in them. 
 He seemed to enjoy the whole scene too.  He turned around, he was sweating now.  It was kind of 
warm in the room plus all of that flexing was taking it's toll.  He pulled the jock strap to one 
side and his man-piece came out.  It wasn't completely erect but it wasn't flaccid either.  I 
took his cue and put my eager mouth on it.  I could hear him let out a sigh.  I sucked on d9M7nd 
played my tongue all over it.  He began to precum and I sucked that up too.  The feeling was 
enhanced by the smell of his old, used jock strap which had been used many times before for 
depositing his cum.  There was no way I was going to put his whole dick into my mouth but I did 
the best I could.  It was so was huge and thick!  


I noticed him looking in the big mirror as we stood in front of it.  I quickly undid my pants and 
took off my shorts, all without letting up on his dick.  He held me so I wouldn't lose my place. 
 I still had my shirt on as it would be impossible to take off and not take my mouth off of his 
dick at the same time.  The view in the mirror was AWESOME.  He bent over and with his right hand 
and glove he began to finger my asshole.  First one huge finger and then two.  I began to moan.  
He had some huge hands and fingers and the gloves just added to my delight.  While fingering me 
he said, "Think you can take my dick up your ass?" I moaned, "UHMMMM!" He pulled my face away 
from his dick.  He was totally hard now.  He picked me up and carried me over to his bed putting 
me down on all fours sideways on the bed so that I would face the mirror.  This awesome man stood 
behind me.  I could see him trying to pry his way into me.  He then grabbed a bottle of baby oil 
and squirted it all over my butt so he would slide in easier.  


Without hesitation or warning he shoved that huge dick inside of me!  It hurt like hell!  I tried 
to get loose but he held me in position. "Stop!  It's too much!" I said, but he wouldn't let me 
up.  Instead, he really started to pump.  He reached over to the table by his bed and grabbed a 
bottle of poppers, "Here, take these you wus and shut the fuck up." I grabbed the poppers and 
inhaled.  And then inhaled again.  They made all the difference in the world.  Slowly the pain of 
getting fucked turned into immense pleasure.  I began to moan with great appreciation for this 
man.  I looked in the mirror and saw myself getti¤iÓ˝ounded by this muscle monster.  



He took my shirt and grabbed it, like he was grabbing the reins of a horse to pull me closer to 
him.  I took another hit of the poppers.  He began to tear at my shirt.  I heard it rip in the 
back and then felt it being taken off of me.  I didn't care.  The view of him power-fucking me in 
the mirror was totally fucking awesome.  This was going to be well worth the $300.  It went on 
for quite a while.  He just kept pumping me harder and harder.  He rearranged me a little 
whenever he started to tire of one position, which was fine with me.  The man had some awesome 
stamina and it was starting to cause more pain.  I took another hit of the poppers.  "Jack 
yourself off!" he ordered.  I obeyed.  I reached down and started stroking hard and furiously.  
The sight of him in the mirror pumping me was so hot; I could feel myself getting ready to cum in 
just a few minutes.  Faster and harder he pumped and driving me crazy with pain and pleasure.  
Finally, I shot.  All over the bed.  I let out a loud moan as he continued to ride me.  
Instinctively, my sphincter muscles tightened up around his huge powerful dick.  The pleasure 
turned quickly to pain as I hoped he would shoot his load soon.  But he didn't.  He kept pounding 
away at me.  My sphincter muscles loosened up again and I took another hit of the poppers.  The 
pain was getting intense as he kept pumping and pumping inside of me and finally I wined, "Please 
stop. It hurts too much."  I found out that was the wrong thing to say, "Oh yeah?" he said with a 
huge smile as he kept on.  "Son, you don't know what pain is."  He kept pumping at my ass, but 
now with a vengeance, it seemed.  He pushed me flat onto the mattress and my face went into the 
pillow.  I couldn't see ourselves in the mirror anymore but I could feel him putting his 
bodyweight into fucking me.  It felt like he was tearing me up.  


Finally, he stopped.  To my amazement, he pulled out of me without explanation.  He hadn't cum 
yet but he seemed to be finished as he walked over to the dresser with a huge fucking hard-on.  
When I got up from the bed, I looked at the sheets and they were covered with my blood from his 
powerful fuck session.  He poured out another line of that white powder.  It must have been near 
five a.m. by now but there were no clocks so I wasn't certain.  I wondered why was he pouring out 
more powder?  I had had enough.  My butt hole had never been ridden so hard and so long before or 
been plowed so deeply by as huge a dick as his was.  As he took some snorts of his happy-powder, 
I grabbed for my pants and my wallet.  I pulled out $300 plus a $50 tip and handed it toward him, 
"Man, that was awesome."  He looked stunned and shocked at me.  His look turned from shock to 
anger and then to rage.  "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"  I tried to play it down, 
"Dude, it was great, but I gotta go."  I reached in and grabbed another hundred and handed it 
toward him thinking that would appease him.  He knocked the money and wallet out of my hands and 
the bills went flying.  He was pissed now.  "I ain't done with you yet!"  Now I was really 
scared.  I hadn't bargained for this!  


He grabbed me by the shoulders and then shoved me back into the wall with all of his power!  Man, 
it felt as if I was bounced off concrete.  My back was in some serious pain.  I was still naked. 
 He then kicked me solidly with his right leg and his hard military boot went into my stomach.  I 
immediately doubled over in pain and fell to the floor grabbing my stomach and totally 
breathless.  He grabbed me by my hair and started to lift me up from the ground, "Now it's time 
to fulfill one of MY fantasies."  I begged for mercy, "No, please!" But, like before, it only 
seemed to excite him more.  This steroid-filled, doped up, muscle freak was totally out of his 
mind!  I looked in his eyes and they were like a madman's eyes.  I could barely stand up because 
of the pain.  With his left hand, he pulled mLE b by my hair, pulling hard, and with his right 
arm he punched me in my stomach again with all of his anger and rage and he let out a yell as if 
he needed more momentum!  The pain was beyond intense now.  I was seriously hurt.  I could feel 
my insides being plastered and busted up.  I felt a warm feeling in my mouth and then it trickled 
down my jaw.  I was fucking bleeding!  "Please stop, Please!!!!"  I begged him.  Again, as if I 
hadn't learned my lesson, he let out a small laugh and dragged me near the big mirror, the one 
that was framed with two wooden poles.  I could see us both in the mirror.  I looked like a 
little rag doll and he looked like a pit bull ready to tear me into shreds.  He turned me around, 
facing him with my back to the mirror.  There was another mirror on the opposite wall but he was 
so large I couldn't see it.  I tried to drop to the ground and prevent him from tying me up but 
that was useless.  He pulled me up by my left arm and tied it up with the rope that was hanging 
from it. "Please!" I said and again, he let out a little laugh and his grin turned into a smile. 
 I felt the warmth of my own blood dripping from mouth down my neck.  He then tied up my right 
arm.  I just looked at him now, as I knew it was hopeless to try to reason with him.  This was 
his fantasy.  To kick the shit out of some helpless little punk.  To beat the living hell out of 
someone.  He was a man who seriously loved his job.  He loved the power of it all. 


He then bent over and tied up my legs to either pole.  He went back to the dresser and picked up 
the mask.  There were two eyeholes and one for the nose.  There was also a tiny slit for the 
mouth.  It had laces in the back.  He put it over my head and tied it tightly on me.  He stepped 
to the right and I saw myself in the mirror on the opposite wall.  There I stood, naked, bloody, 
and tied up and about to be crucified.  My stomach was already turning black and blue from the 
internal bleeding.  One last time, I tried t™8Ýead with him, "Please, I'll give you all the 
money I have.  Just please let me loose.  Please.  I won't tell a soul.  Just take me to an ATM 
and I'll pull it all out for you."  He paused this time and thought for a second.  "What's your 
PIN number?"  "My PIN number?" I asked, "Just let me go and I'll give you all my money," I 
countered.  Not good enough, however, as he reeled back with his right arm and landed a severe 
punch right smack in my face.  I was knocked out for a second but, unfortunately, came too rather 
quickly.  My nose was broken and bleeding furiously.  The metal tips on the knuckles of his glove 
were more than just for show; they were there to inflict pain.  


He then took his right leg and gave me a swift solid kick to the groin!  I let out a scream. 
Again, he kicked me with his right foot but this time in the stomach.  The next time, he kicked 
me on my left side.  I could feel my ribs begin to crack.  With each kick, I let out a yelp.  
"Why don't you scream?" he said.  I couldn't scream.  Hell, I could barely breath.  "I can't; 
please let me go." He laughed. He then began to use me as a punching bag.  Solid rights and lefts 
to my stomach and occasionally a left and a right to the face knocking my head from side to side. 
 Each punch with as much power and fury as he could muster.  I could feel the inside of the mask 
as it began to fill up with my blood.  I was bleeding from my mouth, my nose, my eyes, and my 
ears.  If there was a hole, it was bleeding.



 He then walked over to one of the tall trophies that were scattered about the room.  What the 
hell was he going to do now?  With one powerful swing, like a batter about to hit a home run, 
WHAM!  Right into my stomach.  The trophy shattered and he was left holding only a piece of it.  
I began to puke and vomit everything that was inside of me.  He let out a wicked laughter.  He 
was enjoying the pain he was inflicting upon me.  He looked around and found another powerlifting 
trophy.  He then set himself up for another swing but I noticed him focusing on my left leg!  
"No!" I tried to scream but he geared up for a powerful swing anyway.  He let it go and shattered 
my knee separating my leg into two pieces.  I let out a loud scream now!  "NOOOO!"  This trophy 
was sturdier than the last one and only the top piece broke off of it.



How much more of this could I take?  When would he be satisfied?  He positioned himself as a 
left-handed batter and took aim at my right leg. I began to cry like a child being whipped by his 
father.  He took good aim and then with all of his massive power, he swung at my right leg and it 
broke in two as well.  I let out another scream but it wasn't much now.  There wasn't much left 
in me at all.  He dropped the trophy to the floor and came around the wooden poles behind me.  I 
could barely keep my head up.  The loss of blood was taking its toll on me.  He propped my head 
up so I could see myself in the mirror.  Blood was flowing from under the mask like a water 
faucet.  My whole upper body was black and blue.  My legs, broken and now in a horribly wicked 
position.  He stood behind me.  I was hoping he was now through.  Instead, he released my head 
and it flopped forward.  He put his massively built arms around my rib cage and got a firm grip 
around me.  He was right up, close to my backside and I could feel his hard erect dick up against 
my back.  It was hard with excitement as he enjoyed the scene he was making. He was really 
getting off on this!  Then, quickly and violently, he began to squeeze and shake my body.  He'd 
release and then squeeze harder until my ribs began to crack and shatter.  I let out a scream 
each time and each time he gained a better and different grip to ensure that he didn't miss a 
rib. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, over and over again.  I could feel them breaking and piercing my 
insides and it was as if they were smashing into each other!  He had a full erection and I could 
feel his dick precumming on my back.  I was passing in and out of consciousness.  He stopped 
crushing me but held me up from behind and whispered into my ear, "Now, what's the number?"  I 
could barely say the numbers but I managed to get out, "8221."  He released his hold from my 
torso and my body just hung by my arms tied up to the posts.  I was beyond any pain barriers I 
had ever imagined.  He put his left arm around my neck.  And his right arm above it so that it 
covered my face.  He got a good grip of my head in between his bicep and his forearm and started 
squeezing my head like it was a lemon in a vice-grip.  I could feel the pressure on my skull and 
he squeezed it even harder!  He wanted to get a better grip so he moved his arms to get another 
position.  Now he could use his left arm to help tighten the squeeze being applied by his right 
arm. And, like a lemon, my skull began to crack and it smashed shattered into my brain.  The last 
thing I felt was his cum shooting on my back like hot oil.  He continued to squeeze on my skull 
until he realized I was gone.  He let go of my head and it flopped forward.  He looked in the 
opposite mirror and gave himself a double-bicep pose.  He was obviously satisfied and proud of 
his accomplishments, like a gladiator standing over his victim in the arena. His cum was still 
oozing from his dick, dripping on the floor and mixing with my blood.  He didn't care about the 
money.  He only cared about fulfilling his fantasy.  And he did. 

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