The Bouncer - Part 4
Muscle Beast Partners
The next afternoon, the Bouncer walked back to the gym to have another
good workout. This time, he was going to work on his 24" biceps and
triceps. His mind was filled with ways of how he was going to pump up
his arms to make them even more massive. To everyone else, they were
huge; but to him, they just weren't big enough and they would never be
big enough. In his mind, as he walked toward the gym, he thought of how
intense his arm workout was going to be. When he walked in front of the
gym, he looked inside the huge plate glass windows and noticed that it was
nearly empty except for a few pencil-necked geeks trying to do bench presses.
To the Bouncer, they looked pathetic. They were, in fact, pathetic. He'd
seen them coming in there for years, using bad form, talking about natural
supplements, and spending most of their time talking of football games or
chicks which they couldn't get. Just looking at their pathetic excuses for
bodies made the big man's blood pressure rise. To him, they just took up
gym-space…..HIS space.
He entered the gym and just ignored the punks as they gawked in awe of his
muscular superiority. He could here them whispering at how huge he was,
even though they had seen him a million times before, "Jesus Christ, he's
getting even bigger!" Oh how he prayed that one night these punks would
visit his bar so he could let them feel his muscles crush their bones and
let them feel what a real bodybuilder felt like. He smiled with the thoughts
of brutal destruction going through his mind as he put his gym bag down by
the dumbbell rack and pulled out his weightlifting belt and workout gloves.
As he looked up, he saw an old white Ford pickup truck pulling up in front
of the gym. Inside, was a large man, but the Bouncer couldn't make out who
it was until after the guy got out of the truck. It was Butch. Butch couldn't
help but see the Bouncer on the other side of the plate glass window of
the gym and acknowledged the big man's presence.
As the Bouncer put on his black workout gloves, the 6'5" almost 300 pounds
of solid rock hard muscle known as Butch made his way into the gym. The
geeks at the bench press decided it was time for water and walked over to
the water fountain. They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw ANOTHER
huge fucker walk into the gym! Butch wasn't as humongous as the Bouncer
but he was still massive by mere mortal standards. Butch smiled at the
Bouncer, "I'm working arms today…what are you training?" The Bouncer normally
didn't workout with anyone mainly because no one, so far, had ever been able
to keep up with his pace. "Bi's and Tri's. Think you can keep up with me?"
"Hell yeah!" he said in a very positive and excited voice. Whether he actually
could or couldn't keep up with the power of the Bouncer was beside the point.
The point was that he was going to do what he could to try. He asked the Bouncer,
"What do you want to start with?" "How about some straight-bar curls?" Butch
immediately responded with, "Cool!" he was obviously revved up for this workout!
He began looking around and saw the plates already loaded on the bench press
that the punks had been using but because they were at the water fountain
shooting the bull instead of pumping iron, Butch assumed they were not being
used. He pulled the entire bar, with the plates still on it, off the bench
and started walking it over to the power lifting platform where the Bouncer
was. "Hey!" cried one of the geek-assed punks, "We're still using that!"
Butch continued to walk the bar loaded with weights over to the Bouncer and
set it down in front of him. He looked up at the Bouncer and smiled and evil
grin and then quickly turned to the scrawny punks, "Did you say something
to me?" They looked at the huge muscle monster who was obviously getting
ready to go into "roid-rage" and said to him, "uuhhhhmmmm, we were still
using that weight." "Oh yeah? Well, FUCK OFF!!!" Butch screamed at the
top of his lungs to the punks who, as if hit by a 60 mile-an-hour gust
of wind, almost fell backwards onto the floor. The Bouncer and the guy
behind the counter at the gym just busted up into laughter as the punks
quickly grabbed their things and scampered out the door. Butch started
to laugh too as he enjoyed inflicting fear into these punks.
The two muscled-giants began what was to be an extremely intense and highly
motivated bicep and tricep workout. During their workout, they spent
little time actually doing any talking but, instead, spent a lot of time,
motivating each other to push the weight just a little harder; to the
guy behind the counter, they looked like two crazed animals in a heated
contest of strength. After about an hour and a half of intense training,
the two bruisers, their tank tops and spandex shorts drenched in sweat,
decided to call it quits. Butch began to flex his huge 22" biceps into
the mirror so he could see the pump. The Bouncer then followed suit and
came up next to him and flexed his 24" guns into the mirror. They playfully
then began to pose off as the guy behind the counter just looked on in awe
at the giant men. They traded most muscular poses, followed by triceps
poses, and side chest shots and finally, showing off their huge quadriceps
and freaky calves. Their wet spandex shorts and drenched tight tank tops
hid nothing.
They had had a very hard workout and hadn't really discussed much of
anything else during it. As they packed their gym bags with gloves,
belts, and towels, Butch said, "Man, one day I would just LOVE to break
the bones of those little punks," referring to the punks whom he scared
away earlier. At the sound of that, the Bouncer's eyes lit up. "You
ever do that?" "What, break bones? Hell yes!" The Bouncer smiled,
"ever crush any skulls?" "No. Not that I haven't wanted to but people
always pull me off or the cops break it up before it gets that far."
"Oh, that sucks!" As they left the front of the building, the Bouncer
asked, "So you've never snuffed anyone before?" Butch grinned and shook
his head, "Man, if I told you how much I wanted to do that, you'd think
I was a nut." The Bouncer was through playing cat and mouse with Butch
and decided it was time to spill the beans, "Hey, we need to talk. Can
you give me a ride back to my place?" "Sure!" Butch said, gleefully.
The two giant musclemen got into the truck and headed back toward the
warehouse.
The Bouncer gave Butch the directions to the warehouse which, even in
the middle of the afternoon, looked like a dark and dangerous place.
"You live here?" Butch said to the Bouncer. "Yeah, Come on in." As
the Bouncer showed Butch around his warehouse haven, Butch's expression
showed the astonishment of a kid in a toy store for the very first time.
First, he saw the numerous powerlifting and bodybuilding trophies that
the Bouncer had collected over the years. He was amazed because the Bouncer
had even MORE trophies than he did and he didn't think that was possible!
Then he saw quite a few bottles of steroids on the dresser in plain sight.
The Bouncer then noticed the zits on Butch's back which were caused by
low quality steroids. The Bouncer knew them well and used other prescription
drugs to combat them. But now, he had some of the best high quality
drugs and plenty of them. "What are you on right now?" the Bouncer asked
Butch. Butch explained what he was using and the Bouncer just shook his
head. He reached for the big Mexican gym bag and pulled out a few of
the flavors of steroids to give to his new friend. "Man! How did you
get these?" "Have you ever heard of the death matches down in TJ?"
Butch looked kind of surprised at the question, "Well, I've heard of
them but they aren't real are they?" "Hell yeah they are. Where do you
think I got these? And these were just 'tokens of affection' for a job
well done." He smiled with pride.
Immediately, the questions began to pour out of Butch's mouth. He wanted
to know everything about the matches and the more the Bouncer explained,
the more excited he became….in fact, they both became very excited. Finally,
the Bouncer told Butch of the prize fuck he had at the end of the first
match and how he snapped the neck of the poor shit while fucking him.
"Oh man! What I wouldn't give to do that! But I think I'd beat the crap
out of him first and then fuck him to death!" The Bouncer moved over to
the TV and VCR and popped in a tape. "What do you think of this?" he said
as he pressed the play button. It was the last few minutes of a tape that
Billy had made one night when the Bouncer was killing off some punk he found
on the street. The tape showed the Bouncer pounding his huge fists into the
punk's stomach and showed the blood coming from his mouth. He then kneed the
guy high into his rib cage breaking more bones. The punk was already very
badly broken and bleeding profusely from every orifice as he fell to the ground
face down. Butch looked on as his eyes became wide with excitement. The
Bouncer pulled the punk up in a camel clutch where he placed both arms over
the Bouncer's knees and then pulled back on the head with both hands. One
cupped the chin while the other held the back of the head. Slowly, he twisted
the neck as the punk began to scream in pain. The Bouncer continued to turn
the head and then, finally, gave it one powerful twist and snapped the neck!
He released the head and watched it plop forward and dangle. He stood up
and let the lifeless body fall to the ground. His muscles still glistening
with sweat and blood-he looked like a fucking god standing over his kill.
He looked at Butch, "What do you think?" "FUCK!!!!" he said as he smiled,
"Next time, you have to include me in on this!"
They both laughed for a second when the conversation changed tones. "Do
you ever get fucked?" the Bouncer asked of Butch. Butch turned his head
toward the concrete floor and shook his head, "No, I've never found anyone
that I felt was man enough to fuck me," he paused and looked up at the
Bouncer, "Before now, I mean." That was the Bouncer's signal that it was
ok to make his move on Butch. Butch hesitated, "Look, I've never been
fucked before, man, and even though I'm turned on like you wouldn't believe
right now," he swallowed, "I'm not ashamed to …" "It's ok," the Bouncer
interrupted, "I can't promise not to hurt you but it won't be on purpose."
And with that, the tall man cupped the smaller one's head and drew him closer
to him and kissed him like he'd never kissed a man before. The kiss was deep
and long and extremely passionate. Their breathing grew heavier as their
lips engaged and their tongues fought for domination with the Bouncer easily
winning. For the first time ever, Butch felt like a bottom. For the first
time ever, the Bouncer kissed another man with furry and passion.
Their kiss lead to a powerful muscular embrace. The Bouncer literally
picked Butch off of his feet and carried his catch to the bed. Butch
couldn't believe that he was actually being lifted off the ground by another
human being. This was a role he'd never played before; no man had ever
been strong enough to lift him up off the ground and no man had ever dared
to top him before.
The Bouncer continued to kiss the young ex-marine as he lay him down on
the bed on his back. The Bouncer grabbed his bottle of lube from the
nightstand. His huge dick was already rock-hard as was Butch's. "Go easy,
man." Butch quietly pleaded. "Don't worry, the last thing I want to do
is hurt you." The Bouncer responded even though they both knew that this
first time for Butch wasn't going to be easy no matter how gently the
Bouncer was going to try.
The Bouncer raised up Butch's legs into the air and rested them on his
mighty shoulders. He greased up his dick with more lube than he'd ever
used before and then slowly guided the head of his hugely thick dick
toward Butch's virgin hole. The Bouncer's blue eyes then looked deep
into the wanting brown eyes of the man he was about to make love to and
then slowly he began to push his huge muscle-meat up into the ass of Butch.
Butch's eyes seemed to grow wider and his mouth opened up, "Awwww,
AWWWWW!" he cried as the Bouncer began to go deeper and deeper, "Stop,
please!" Butch pleaded. "Hold on Butch. Just try to relax." He grabbed
for the bottle of poppers and opened them up for Butch. Butch took a huge
whiff, paused for a moment, and then laid his head back and tried desperately
to relax his whole body as he could feel the huge man enter his ass.
He closed his eyes and exhaled as he felt the big man's huge dick enter
inside of him push up against his prostate….suddenly, his pain was mixed
with intense pleasure and his eyes opened and grew wider as he'd never
felt a sensation like this before, "Oh, man!" The Bouncer began to pump,
gently, into his partner. He knew how much pain his huge dick could inflict
if he really pounded into his man but that's not what he wanted to do right
now. He wanted Butch to enjoy this - as much as he enjoyed giving it.
And Butch was, "OH YEAH!" he said louder as he felt the huge muscle beast
fucking him steadily and harder. This only caused the Bouncer to become
more aroused and excited, and he picked up the rhythmic tempo of his thrusting.
"OH MAN! FUCK ME!" Butch said as he took another whiff of the poppers.
The Bouncer started pumping even harder and faster, "OH YEAH!!!, OH GOD!!!"
Butch shouted. The Bouncer threw caution aside and began to really go at
his new partner. He wondered how much more of this Butch could take. The
Bouncer looked down and began to see blood coming from Butch's ass but Butch
kept asking for more! "HARDER!" and the Bouncer happily obliged as he began
to RAM that huge dick up Butch's ass. The Bouncer looked down at his fuck
partner and loved the expression on his face as he began to powerfuck him.
As he began to pound harder and harder into Butch, Butch began to reach
for anything to hold onto…as if he were taking a violent ride on a roller-coaster.
He began to pull at the sheets of the bed and finally began to tear them
with his fingers, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" he said loudly as felt the intensity
of the pounding increase as if the Bouncer were trying to slam his whole
body up his rear-end. To him, it felt as though the Bouncer's dick
seemed to grow even bigger as he grew more and more excited. "OOOOHHHH
GGGGOOOODDDD!" The Bouncer continued to pump hard, deep, and fast into
his muscle-bound bottom. The Bouncer could feel himself getting ready
to cum but he also wanted to please his new bottom toy, "Jack yourself off!"
He ordered Butch. Butch, who already had a tremendous hard-on, began to
stroke his huge dick. He was so close to cumming already that it was only
a few strokes and he was shouting, "OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!!!" as the Bouncer
looked down at his boy who's eyes rolled back. Butch let out a loud cry,
"OH JESUS!!!" as he shot his load over his stomach, reaching his chest. The
Bouncer continued to pump furiously as Butch continued to cum with each
pump; he'd never cum so much in his whole life! Finally, the Bouncer let
out a cry of his own, "OH MAN!" as he shot his load deep inside of Butch.
His body shook as he continued to shoot his load and let it flow into Butch.
Butch looked up at the Bouncer as if he were a god. He'd never had such
a sexual experience as that before.
The Bouncer leaned over and pulled Butch's head up off the bed and
laid his lips on Butch's. Gently, he kissed the man he'd just fucked.
Butch, who had never bottomed for any man before, did not question
what he had been missing as he knew that no other man would have
compared to the Bouncer as a first time experience. As for the Bouncer,
he'd fucked many men before, usually before snuffing them out or tossing
them out on the street like trash. This was the first time, however,
that he'd actually made love to someone. For both men, this was a new
experience. The Bouncer pulled out his huge dick from Butch's hole and
moved to lay next to him. They held each other for a little while….until
they began to realize how hungry they were! Two massive bodybuilders
required fuel and lot's of it. The Bouncer knew of a little place where
the waitress always made sure he had extra helpings of what ever he ordered.
Pushed by their hunger, they quickly showered and headed off to the restaurant.
The place was a very out of the way diner off the beaten path but still
within walking distance from the Bouncer's lair. The Bouncer knew the
path well. "Hi beautiful!" the Bouncer said as he entered the restaurant.
She blushed and smiled, "Hi handsome." The restaurant was basically empty
with only a few people who were finishing up their meals. The two genetic
muscle freaks sat down in a booth as she brought them two menus. "You
know what I want, babe." The Bouncer said to her giving his order. "Got
it memorized!" Butch looked up at her, "Well, make it two, please." The
two men were acting like proper gentlemen knowing that she was going to
treat them well.
Just then, two of the punks that were in the gym earlier that day came
into the restaurant. They couldn't help but notice the two muscle beasts
sitting in the booth and, still fearful of the afternoon's event, took
a booth as far away as they could. Butch had his back to them but the
Bouncer could see them clearly. "I'll be right back," the Bouncer said
as he left the booth and walked over to them. Fear immediately filled
their brains as they saw the huge fucker heading in their direction….and
no place to run. "How you guys doing?" You could see the fear in the
two punks as they both started to shake. "We're OK." "Hey, my friend
wants to apologize for this afternoon. He was kinda wound up on coffee
and feels pretty bad about scaring you guys off. Why don't you guys
join us for dinner?" The punks were beside themselves in amazement.
Imagine, being invited to dine with two muscle gods!
Butch strained to hear the conversation and couldn't believe his ears.
What the hell was the Bouncer doing?! The Bouncer and the two punks
made their way back to the booth, "Hey, Butch, now's your chance to
apologize." Butch just looked at the two punks. Was the Bouncer
serious? He decided to play along with it. "Hi guys, I feel real bad
about this morning. I hope there's no hard feelings." The two gleefully
accepted the apology. They all sat down and continued to chat about
bodybuilding and nutrition and answer all kinds of stupid ass questions
from the punks about protein shakes and such. Finally, their meals
arrived which gave their mouths a chance to rest. The two muscle beasts
devoured their huge meals of double steaks while the punks tried to finish
off their chicken breasts and veggies. The Bouncer's brain continued to
click, "Hey, would you guys like to come to my place for some beers and
maybe watch some videos?" A light finally went on in Butch's head as he
realized what the Bouncer was up to and he smiled a devilish smile. The
punks instantly and excitedly agreed!
As they arrived at the Bouncer's warehouse home, the punks seemed astonished
that anyone actually lived there. The Bouncer then unlocked the door and
let the punks in first, followed by Butch. "Wow, look at all of the trophies!"
one of them exclaimed. The Bouncer then turned around and locked the door
with the dead-bolt which went unnoticed by the punks but did not escape
the eye of Butch who grinned ever so slightly. The Bouncer then walked
over to the phone, picked it up, and began to dial. "Billy? Hey, can
you come over and bring the video camera?" he paused, "Yeah, two of em.
Hurry up, ok?"
He turned to Butch, "Billy's coming over. I want to film this."
Butch looked at him and his grin turned into a big smile, "Cool!"
One of the punks overheard and asked, "What are you going to film?"
It was at this point that the Bouncer turned from "Mr. Nice Guy"
to the Muscle Beast bastard that he was. "Shut the fuck up you
little punk!" he said as he threw a swift and powerful kick of his
boot into the punk's stomach bending him over. The other one,
coming to the rescue of his friend, "Hey, what are you doing?"
The Bouncer looked at Butch as if to say, "It's your turn to prove
yourself," but before Butch even noticed the Bouncer looking at him,
he tore into the second punk and landed a right fist square into
his face sending him flailing backwards landing onto the concrete
floor. The Bouncer started to laugh, "Hey, bud, go a little easier.
These guys have to last at least until Billy gets here." Butch
laughed, "Yeah, ok." And then he looked at the punk on the ground
who was holding his bleeding nose. "You guys are crazy!" he declared
as his friend was still on the ground holding his stomach.
The Bouncer pulled up two wooden chairs and placed them in front
of the TV. He then grabbed some rope that was hanging on the wall.
Seeing what the Bouncer had in mind, Butch picked up the bloody-nosed
punk and plopped him in the chair. "Hey, what are you guys doing?"
"Just shut your fucking whiney ass up!" the Bouncer said as he started
to wrap the rope around the punk. Butch then pulled the other one up
from the ground but the punk started to panic and tried to break free….he
slipped from Butch's grasp and bolted for the door, not realizing that
it was locked. Butch panicked at first but then realized that this one
was going nowhere and began to chuckle as he watched the punk struggle
to try to get the door open. "Help! Let me out of here!" Butch moved in
on the punk and grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him to the second chair.
The Bouncer had tied the first punk down pretty well. As Butch forced
the other one down into the chair, the Bouncer handed him another rope
and instructed, "Tie him up good and tight but don't cut off the circulation."
Butch immediately went to work. The Bouncer then walked over to the TV set
and turned on the VCR. He popped in a fresh video and smiled as he looked
back at the two punks, "You guys wanna watch some home-made videos?" Butch
chuckled, "Yeah! Let's show 'em some good footage!"
The Bouncer hit the play button and immediately, the screen showed
the Bouncer beating the living shit out of someone. Piece by piece
and without mercy, he flung someone around his warehouse apartment,
into walls and into poles, and then began punching him like a punching
bag into the stomach and face. He picked up his body, raised him over
his head, and slammed him to the concrete floor. While on the floor,
he kicked him in the face with such fury and power that it seemed
as if he were going to knock his head off. He picked the guy up and
wrapped his huge muscular arms around the rib cage and just squeezed.
The punk began to scream as loudly as his bloodied lungs would allow
him too. Billy got close in with the camera as the victim screamed
in pain and agony. One by one, you could hear the ribs cracking and
snapping as blood began to flow from his mouth and, then he caught
a close up of Bouncer's vicious evil smile as he squeezed even harder,
and shook his victim, making sure he was dead. Without hesitation,
the video moved to another snuffing scene where the Bouncer was pounding
away at someone he had tied up to the poles. The two punks in the
chairs just watched in complete and total amazement and horror. They
began to plead with the Bouncer and then with Butch who only laughed
at them. Finally, a knock came to the door and the Bouncer went to
answer it, "Who's there?" "It's me, Billy." He quickly unlocked the
door and let him in. As he closed the door and relocked it, he turned
and smiled at the two punks, "It's show time!"
- Time to Crush Some Punks! -
The punks began to panic in their chairs, looking at each other
and pleading to be let go, claiming that they had done nothing wrong
and didn't deserve to be beaten and killed. It was all for nothing
though and only provided more enjoyment to the two sadistic Herculean
monsters. The Bouncer pulled a cloth from one of the drawers in the
dresser and blind-folded the punk with the bloody nose. He looked at
Butch, "I don't want him to see what's going to happen to his buddy….but
I want him to hear it!" The three of them laughed. The Bouncer then
stripped down naked and pulled out some black posing briefs, "Gotta look
good for the camera!" he explained to Butch. Butch, heading the advice
of his mentor, "You got an extra pair for me?" "Hell, I got plenty of
em," as he pulled out a pair of blue posing trunks for Butch, "Here's
some lifting gloves too." "Awesome!" exclaimed Butch as he changed
into his warrior outfit. The Bouncer put on his steel-tipped gloves
and Butch became envious, "Wow….those look great." "Yeah, Billy will
make you up some, right Billy?" Billy responded without hesitation,
"Yes Sir." The Bouncer then finished the outfit by putting on his steel-toed
boots. Butch only had his weightlifting/hiking boots. Both still
looked menacing and destructive.
"Butch, this one's ass is yours! Go for it. Beat the shit out of
him and then fuck him into the next world." The two Muscle Beasts
laughed as Butch untied the punk pulled him out of the chair. He
threw him to the floor. "Start filming Billy!" the Bouncer ordered.
Billy started the camera rolling. The punk got on his knees and
pleaded with Butch, "NO PLEASE!" Butch sadistically laughed and then
kneed the punk in the face causing his nose to bleed and lose his
balance and fall backward. He then picked him up off of the ground
like a rag-doll and threw him into the wall. Wasting no time, he
kicked the punk right in the balls causing the punk to let out a blood
curdling scream. His partner asked, "Joey, are you ok? What's going
on?!" Butch pulled the punk up by the hair and then, remembering
some of the moves he saw the Bouncer doing on the tape, picked up
the punk and raised him over his head. He then, with all of the
power of his mighty shoulders, slammed him into the concrete floor
causing him to bounce just a little. The Bouncer looked on with great
approval, "Good! Now it's time to break some bones." Billy kept
repositioning himself to get a good angle on the destruction as it
was unfolding. Butch took one of the arms of the punk and extended
it out and then came slamming down on it with the weight of his whole
body breaking it in two at the elbow, making a very loud cracking sound
and causing the punk to let out a very loud scream, "AAAAAAAAWWWWWW."
"Joey!!!" the blindfolded one shouted as if trying to help his friend.
"Now the other one." Ordered the Bouncer. Butch happily agreed and
extended the other arm out and slammed down on the elbow with his knee
while hold on to the hand causing it to snap in two and another scream
could be heard, "AAAAAAWWWWW!!!" Butch looked at the Bouncer as if for
further instructions. The Bouncer stated, "Tear him up, man!!" He
picked the punk up and began to punch him in the stomach again with
powerful lefts and rights. Blood and vomit came pouring out of the
punk as he fell to the ground. Butch then stomped on his back with
the power of his huge and mighty quads. His ribs could be heard cracking
like walnut shells breaking open. The sounds of destruction brought joy
to the Bouncer as he realized that he had finally found someone who
enjoyed this kind of sadistic punishment as much as he did.
Butch then wanted to fuck his prey. He began to rip the punks clothes
off. The Bouncer grabbed his arms while Butch ripped his pants and
underwear off of him. The punk continued to plead, "No! No! Please!"
but this only excited the two sadistic mountains of muscle. The
Bouncer handed Butch the bottle of lube, "Here this isn't for his
pleasure, it's for yours." Butch took off his posing trunks and
lubed up his dick as the bouncer turned the punk on to his stomach.
"Ram his ass! Don't even go in slowly!" Bouncer ordered….and Butch
gladly obliged as he aimed the head of his huge dick toward the virgin
ass, "Some times they like to squirm away so I'll keep him pinned down
while you go at him!" Without hesitation, Butch RAMMED his huge dick
into the punk's virgin ass causing him to let out another painful scream,
"NOOOOOOO!" But this only excited the two. The Bouncer watched as Butch
rammed as hard as he could into the punks as and his own dick became
hard as a rock. Billy's camera zoomed in as the Bouncer moved closer
to Butch and kissed him while he powerfucked the punk on the ground.
Blood was now flowing from the punk's ass-hole. Butch continued to pump
on the fucker, harder and harder as the poor punk continued to plead for
him to stop even though his cries for mercy were muffled by the massive
weight of the Bouncer sitting gently on his head. The Bouncer didn't
want to crush the skull; he would leave that pleasure for Butch.
The Bouncer remained on top of the punk's torso pinning him down so he
wouldn't escape. "I'm getting ready to cum. Get off of him so I can
finish him off!" The Bouncer quickly got off of the punk and Butch
grabbed for the punks head with his two hands and pulled it back….but
not all the way…just enough to keep him from squirming away. He continued
to pump on the punk's ass until he began to shoot his load, "OH FUCK!"
He continued to pump the bloodied hole and looked at the head of his
punk. His eyes grew wide and he put on an evil smile as he pulled
on the head and then he gave it a quick twist to the right and finally
snapped it! The sound of the neck snapping filled the room. "JOEY!!!!"
cried the other punk, still tied up in his chair, blind-folded and
listening to all of the carnage going on in the room but powerless
to do anything about it. Butch released the head which plopped on the
concrete floor like a bowling ball and pulled his dick out of the
dead punk and walked over to the Bouncer. They kissed and embraced.
"Now it's my turn," said the Bouncer anxious to show Butch how a
professional does it. "Fuck him up for me," whispered Butch.
The bloodied nose of the second punk had stopped bleeding and began
to dry up. The Bouncer approached his victim but, instead of untying
his victim-to-be, he simply picked the whole chair up and raised the
punk and all high into the air high over his head. "What are you doing?!"
cried the punk as he felt himself being elevated. The Bouncer looked
at Butch with a great sadistic smile and a seemingly evil joy in his
eyes, "Watch and learn, Butch." Billy laughed as he knew his master
was going to show the novice how to brutally punish his victim, "he he
he." The Bouncer took a deep breath and then, with all the power he
could muster and a Marine Corps yell, he slammed the punk and chair into
the corpse of the first punk in the middle of the floor causing the wooden
chair to break into pieces! It also caused the ropes to be untied and
allowed the punk to unravel the ropes and remove the blind fold only
to realize that his dead buddy had broken his fall! "Joey!!!" he screamed
and began to cry. He looked at his dead friend on the floor, naked,
busted up, and bleeding from his ass hole to every orifice in his head.
His eyes were still wide open, but lifelessly staring into space. He
looked up at Butch, who had put on his posing trunks again. "You muther
fucker!" he screamed as he tried to get up but then realized his own pain
from being slammed so hard. His knees had been smashed and as he tried
to stand up and lunge toward Butch, he fell quickly down to the ground
in pain. "Aaaaaww." The two muscle beasts simply laughed at the punk.
"I like this one," the Bouncer said, "he's got a lot of spunk!" and with
that he pulled the punk up by the hair so that he was standing with the
help of the Bouncer, "now try to walk again!" and he let go of his hair.
"AAAAWWW!" the punk screamed as he immediately fell to the ground again,
totally unable to stand up with his crushed knees. He grabbed his knees
and rolled on the ground in pain. He looked up at the Bouncer - he
looked even bigger from that angle on the ground…standing over him at
6'10" and 360 pounds of solid muscle, in his black posing trunks and
steel-toed boots and menacing steel-tipped gloves. The next thing the
punk saw was the Bouncer's boot flying into his stomach with great speed
and fury. "YEAH!" screamed Butch, getting very excited by watching his
hero inflict some serious pain.
The Bouncer picked up his prey and raised him over his head again and
slammed him into the floor with a tremendous thud. The punk hit the
ground so hard he was knocked out cold. "This will wake him up!" the
Bouncer said. He took off his right glove and lubed up his fist and
forearm. "Take his pants off Butch." Butch immediately went to work
tearing off the punks clothes while he lay there unconscious. Butch
couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he was about to witness his
mentor fist fuck this punk…and now wishing he had thought of it first!
"This ought to wake him up!" the Bouncer said causing both men to laugh
in anticipation. The Bouncer got down on his knees and placed his
hand at the opening of the punks ass. He quickly inserted his fingers
up his ass causing the punk to immediately and regrettably, regain
consciousness. He screamed with incredible pain and his facial expressions
were caught on tape as Billy knelt down in front of him to film the
action. The Bouncer turned his fingers into a fist and, without hesitation,
he began to ram his whole arm up the punk's ass. The punk tried desperately
to get away but the Bouncer kept him pinned down with his left arm on his
shoulders, trapping him in his grip of death. Over and over the Bouncer
pounded away at the inside of the punk with all of the power of his mighty
chest and shoulders. The punk continued to scream in agony not realizing
he was only adding to the intensity of his own demise on film. To the
amazement of Butch and Billy, the Bouncer began to lift the punk up off
the ground with his right arm almost completely up the anus of the poor
fuck. This was a new move that the Bouncer had come up with. As he
stood up he raised the punk up into the air with his one powerful arm.
He looked into Billy's camera and asked, "How's this for a trophy?"
Butch and Billy began to laugh as the impaled punk let out a blood-curdling
scream, "AAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!!!". The Bouncer then let his arm fall to his
side and the punk slid out from the arm of the beast and landed in a clump
on the ground. The Bouncer grabbed the punk's clothes and wiped off his
arm and put the steel-tipped glove back on. He grabbed a clump of the
punk's hair and pulled him up again. Watching the punk in pain as he
tried to stand made Butch smile with sadistic lust and realize he had a
lot to learn! "Butch, hold him up for me." The Bouncer said. Eagerly,
Butch came up from behind the punk and held the little shit up. The
Bouncer then began a series of powerful punches into the sternum of the
punk busting up any remaining internal organs and smashing veins causing
him to spurt blood out of his mouth. Billy was excellent with the camera
as he got tremendous close-ups of the face of the little shit. The
Bouncer moved up to the rib cage of the punk as Butch stood firmly behind
him feeling the power of the Bouncer's punches smashing rib after rib.
Then, the Bouncer moved up to the face and began striking him in the jaw
with lefts and rights of his steel-tipped gloves causing the punk's face
to become almost unrecognizable as a face. This time, the Bouncer just
let go of his punches smashing jaw bones and cracking the skull; the teeth
went flying in all directions with each powerful smashing thrust. The
Bouncer couldn't tell if the punk was conscious or out…but it didn't matter
to him. He was tired of playing with this one. He stepped up closer to
Butch with the punk still being held upright and his head now dangling.
He was still alive and breathing hard, gasping and trying to bring air into
his bloodied lungs. The Bouncer put his hands on the smashed-up and
bleeding head of the punk. The two giant muscle beasts leaned into each
other and let their lips meet while the Bouncer quickly turned the neck of
the punk…allowing Butch to feel his destructive power - SNAP! The camera
caught every second and sound of the snuffing. Butch let the dead corpse
fall to the ground between them as the two muscle beasts kissed deeply and
embraced each other; so turned on by each of their deeds Butch didn't realize
he was stepping on the broken skull of the punk and his weight just smashed
it flat causing blood and brains to come oozing out. Billy's camera panned
from the two men kissing down to Butch's boot on the smashed skull. He
stopped the camera and knelt down close to his two Masters as they embraced
each other taking his proper place below them. He put his hands on the
backs of their legs and leaned toward their mighty muscular thighs and began
to lick the sweat and blood from their hard bodies. He made his way up
each of their thighs, alternating between the two until he got to the Bouncer's
crotch. Both men had huge erections. Instinctively, Billy put his mouth
on the Bouncer's humongous dick and began to suck when the Bouncer gently
moved his head away and turned his head in the direction of Butch causing
him to moan tremendously. Billy could not put Butch's entire huge dick in
his mouth but he worked the head of the dick with great skill as his two
masters continued to kiss and embrace above him, almost smashing him between
their gigantic and powerful thighs with Billy kneeling on the crushed and
still warm body of the dead punk below. Butch was so turned on by the
entire snuffing events and now by kissing and embracing the massive physique
of the Bouncer that it wasn't too long before he began to shoot his massive
load of cum into Billy's hungry mouth. It was so much cum that Billy gagged
a little on it and some of it came dripping out the side of his mouth. He
pulled his mouth away from the huge man's dick and the three of them backed
away from the corpse. Billy slurped up the sides of his mouth and then
began to get to work cleaning up the bloody mess. "What does he do with
the bodies?" Butch asked. "I don't know," the Bouncer said, "and I don't care."
Next, Chapter 5 - Indoctrination into the Snuff Ring.
Pay for Pleasure.
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