Chapter 6 - Bloodfest!

The next morning, around 10, the two muscle beasts woke up from a full night of hardcore, hard pounding, almost 
violent passionate sex to the sound of Billy pounding away at the door, "Hey, guys, time to get those muscle butts 
outta bed.  You gotta show to put on."  Butch looked at the Bouncer as they lay in the bed, "I'm starving," The 
Bouncer smiled back and said, "Me too." 

It was time to get up, fill their stomachs with food, and then head off to Tijuana for some more skull-crushing and 
neck-snapping fun.  Billy drove them to a breakfast diner and the huge muscle beasts gorged on almost everything 
on the menu. They were not into being lean; they were into being HUGE!!!

Between bites, the Bouncer looked at Billy, "Billy, we need to run by the bar at 1," letting out a loud burp. "Why?" 
replied Billy. The Bouncer smiled at Butch and announced, "We had an audience last night and we kinda promised 
them some more fun." Billy immediately became infuriated, "Why don't you guys just invite the Channel 5 news team?"  
"Billy, calm down," the Bouncer ordered followed quickly by Butch, "They were more than just an audience and they
 loved it." "It'll be cool," the Bouncer assured Billy. "And they did make it a lot of fun." The two muscle giants just laughed.  

Before they left town, they drove by the bar.  Sitting in their sporty little red Mustang were the two girls.  Billy 
pulled up along side of them and acknowledged them as he then parked in front of them.  The Bouncer got out 
of the car and walked over to the girls, "Time to go girls. We're going to TJ." That was not a problem for the 
girls as they smiled at each other and bounced out of the Mustang and into the car. They knew they were in for 
a treat. Both were seated in the back on either side of Butch while the Bouncer rode shotgun in the front. 

On the way down, the two muscle beasts became very excited as they talked about bashing heads, breaking 
bones, and snapping necks.  The Bouncer told stories of some of his past experiences and everyone in the car 
became thirsty for more. The girls could smell the testosterone in the car as they panty's became moist, especially 
since they were sitting so close to Butch who wore a tight white tank top that did nothing to hide his hairy muscular 
pecs nor his powerfully thick arms.  One of the girls had a hard time not to stare.

When they got to the arena, the Arena owner was standing outside to greet them.  He was very happy to see Billy 
and the Bouncer and when he set his eyes on Butch, he was in complete amazement.  What luck that he was able 
to find, not just one muscle beast, but two!  He looked rather curiously at the two girls but figured the boys had
 probably swung both ways and voyeuristic visions of muscle orgies filled his head.

He’d sold numerous tickets on the premise that they would be there to perform.  One of the drug lords has brought 
in someone from Columbia, el Trituradora (The Crusher), to fight a demonstration match with some no-name punk 
and then, at a later date, to fight with the Bouncer.  He was supposed to be a sadistic champion killer in Columbia; 
a killer of informants primarily.  The Crusher was an enormous man and strong though his muscles were covered with 
a thick layer of fat.  No one would divulge his dimensions to the Bouncer which made him very uncomfortable.  

They watched the early matches with boredom and patience even though some in the ring put on a good performance.  
The girls, especially, knew they were in for a treat.  This time, the whole arena was full as word had gotten out about 
the performance of the Bouncer and now they wanted to see Butch, the Bouncer, and this guy from Columbia.  The 
matches were arranged so that the first couple of matches were evenly matched.  

As the time for their matches approached, Bouncer took Butch into the back office behind the locker room where he 
opened up his bag filled with his happy powder concoction that would take away their inhibitions and give them the 
aggressiveness and speed they would need to put on a good show.  Without it, things like morals and forgiveness, 
and mercy would seep in and that was nothing either one of them wanted.  After each had taken a good snort of the 
killing powder, they psyched each other up by punching each other in the chest and abs and shouting at each other how 
they were going to pulverize their opponents and humiliate them.  And how they were going to break bones and crush 
skulls!  They each began to get excited as their hearts began to race and their pores began to sweat.  They were now 
eager for the kill.

Finally, it was Butch’s turn to enter the ring.  This was his first real death match in the arena and he wanted to put on a 
good performance.  He walked into the empty ring as a novice; a novice to the ring but not to the kind of fighting and torture 
that went on inside.  At 6’5” and 345 pounds of rock hard hairy muscle, he looked menacing enough but tonight, he wore 
a leather and chain harness which had been trimmed in metal tips; rounded - not sharp. It was primarily for show as he 
would not be allowed to wear it during the match. 

He walked into the ring with a green military cap and wore tight camouflage spandex shorts that showed his enormously huge 
endowment.  He also wore high steel-toed black construction boots. Like Bouncer, he was allowed to wear steel-tipped black 
gloves but he removed the harness and handed it to one of the two girls that they brought with them.

Butch’s opponent was announced and entered the ring to thunderous applause. He was no stranger to this ring and many in 
the audience loved to see him kill off his opponents mainly because he was cocky and arrogant.  The man Butch was pitted 
against was almost as tall as him but nowhere nearly as strong.  The other guy was a scrapper and sporting a long brown 
ponytail.  He tried to cover up his facial scares with a mustache and goatee but just from looking at him, you could see that 
he’d been through a lot of fights.  He had skinny legs and he tried to hide them underneath long black baggy pants. They 
paled in comparison to Butch’s mammoth tree-trunk size quads which screamed CRUSHING POWER!  Like Butch, he 
also wore black gloves that concealed brass knuckles. He was an American and an arrogant fuck too, wearing an old ripped 
up black T-shirt with some heavy-metal band logo across the front and back.  

In the audience was his coked-up entourage of three babes.  Each girl was dressed as if they were competing in a slut contest 
with hot-pants and tops that barely hid their tits. As the scrapper entered the ring, his eyes went up and down Butch but he 
is not afraid; in fact, he became cocky and arrogant, “Come-on sissy boy,” the guy said laughing as he turned to his girls, 
“They put me up against a faggot muscle boy!”  He then turned to Butch, “Come-on bodybuilder-boy!  I’ve taken out bigger 
men than you!”  Butch stood expressionless and just stared the shorter man down. The cocky bastard didn't lose his smile as 
he felt confident that he could take down the big man. Both men were killers and they both new the pleasure of listening to the 
sounds of breaking bones and snapping necks. 

They both stood near the center of the ring waiting for the other to make the first move as the blood-thirsty crowd began to 
get restless.  Then, looking totally annoyed by the street-fighter punk, Butch quickly, and obviously unexpectedly, walked 
toward him, grabbing the top of his head by the hair.  In the flash of a second, Butch took his head and, with seemingly no 
resistance from the long-haired punk, rammed it into his right knee instantly breaking the nose and causing blood to flow as 
if it were coming from a fountain.  He let go of the street-fighter’s head and the punk immediately grabbed his nose and ran 
to the other side of the ring to escape the pain-giver.  Butch proudly smiled at his handiwork but he didn't take time to gloat.  
Relentlessly, he chased down the punk down and smashed him with his elbow in the back of the head knocking him quickly 
to the ground face down.  Butch raised up his right leg and stomped on the small of the fucker’s back causing excruciating 
pain and the punk to scream, “AWWWWWW!”  Butch began to chuckle at the ease that this cocky ass fell apart.  From 
the sidelines, he could see the Bouncer’s expression of approval as he smiled at Butch.  "Take your time, Butch!" screamed 
the Bouncer into the ring, "Play with him!  Stomp his ass, man!" 

Butch turned to the punk on the ground and smiled with an evil menacing grin as he watched his victim feeling the bones of 
his newly broken nose with one hand and feeling his aching back with his other.  Butch then sent his powerful black steel-toed 
boot into the side of the punk causing intense internal pain! "AWWWWWW!"  Butch laughed sadistically watching the punk 
curl up on his side trying to protect himself.  He raised his huge powerful leg up again and the slammed it down onto the side 
of the punk’s stomach narrowly missing his rib cage but thrusting into the stomach region plastering the internal organs.  The 
man squirmed like a worm that had been stepped on but before he knew it. Butch raised his leg up and stomped yet again, 
“AWWW JEEESUS!” the punk screamed as his body just squirmed under the boot of the huge man.  Butch kept his boot 
on the man and, held the ropes for added leverage as he slowly forced his boot into the internal organs of the punk, twisting 
and turning as if he were squashing grapes.  With both of his hands, the punk tried in vain to move the leg of the big man off 
of his waist.  His hands couldn't fit around the massive muscled calves of Butch.  

Finally, the big man removed his foot from the almost flattened stomach of the punk, “Muscle-boy’s not so easy, eh, punk?” 
and with that, Butch filled his mouth with saliva and spat in the punk's face.  The punk was now breathing hard and hoping that 
this agony would soon be over but Butch was only just beginning to have his fun.

Butch then grabbed the ponytail hair of the punk with his left hand and dragged him along the mat until the punk began to stand 
up on his own.  Still holding on to the ponytail, Butch swung him toward the corner of the ring but instead of letting go, he held 
on!!!  The momentum alone caused the punk to lose his footing and land squarely on his ass - with Butch still holding on the hair 
and laughing.  It was obvious to the audience that Butch was truly enjoying this - and they were too.  He then pulled him up with 
one arm by the hair and, with the other arm, he grabbed the seat of the pants and picked the man up from the ground and over 
his head.  He walked him over to a corner of the ring where the punk's bevy of babes were seated and looked at the metal pole 
and grinned as he took aim.  The punk above him began to squirm feverishly trying to get out of the hair-pulling grip of Butch 
and didn't realize he was going to be slammed into the pole below….until he turned his head!  He looked down and saw the pole, 
“No man! No!!!!”    But Butch said, “Yeah pony tail boy! I'm gonna FUCK YOU UP!!!  YEAH!!!” Butch then took a firm grip 
so as not to lose hold of the man and slammed his body against the pole like rag doll without letting go! "CRAAAAAACK!!!" went 
his back. “AWWWWWWW!!!!” screamed the punk as his spine was broken over the top of the metal pole.  “OH MY GOD! 
SOMEONE HELP ME!” he screamed.  But his screams made Butch only grin a little more as he held the man steady over the 
pole. The crowd roared with approval and cheers - laughing and smiling.  His girls didn't know what to make of this whole scene.

Butch then picked him back up again and raised him over his head.  For showmanship sake, he walked around the ring so that 
the entire audience could see the awesome power of his massive physique.  As he neared the corner, he ran just a little to pick 
up momentum and SLAMMED the top of his back across the top of the pole!  The punk SCREAMED WILDLY!  But his 
words were intelligible….just screams of pain as the blood-thirsty crowd went wild!  

One of the punk’s bitches got brave and ran toward the ring, trying to climb in to stop the destruction.  The two girls of Bouncer 
and Butch immediately leapt from their seats and pulled her by her hair and took her to the ground.  Butch stood over the scene 
holding the now limp punk and surveyed the girls as they kicked at the girl and almost pulled her hair out….and he laughed, "Snap 
her neck!"  The girls looked at each other wondering if they could do it…and then they each placed a foot on the back of the 
girl and grabbed a handful of hair and, with all of their might, they PULLED!!!! And smiled as they heard the bitch scream with 
pain and then they hear the sound of her neck snapping!  By now, the punk's other babes had made it to the door and getting 
the hell out of there.  Together, the girls just laughed.  The crowd laughed as well and the arena owner was VERY pleased at 
the spectacle.

Finally, Butch grabbed the punk again and raised his writhing body up into the air and slammed the punk down on the pole for 
the last time.  He then released his grip of the crumpled body as it rested for a moment on the top of the pole. He then fell to the 
hard concrete floor below landing with a thud and almost bouncing off the surface.  The audience went into hysterics as they 
watched another muscle beast perform for their pleasure.  Butch then stepped over the top rope of the ring and stood over his 
victim who lay vomiting on the cold concrete floor below.  He slipped in his own vomit as it mixed with blood as he tried to push 
himself up in an effort to escape the inevitable.  Butch just grinned as he jumped down to the floor and reached down and pulled 
his victim up by the hair, “Please, stop man…you won, ok? Please…enough.” But Butch just squeezes the hair harder and almost 
pulls it from the roots as he doesn’t feel he’s won yet…afterall, his victim was still breathing. "You're still breathing mother fucker!  
I'm not done having fun with you!" 

Butch picked him up again and raised him over his head but this time tossed him back into the ring for further punishment.  He 
quickly climbed back into the ring and walked over to the battered punk who stupidly tried to crawl to the other side of the ring, 
again, slipping in his blood, “You ain’t goin’ anywhere punk!”  The punk turned his head and looked up at Butch and saw this 
mountain of muscle about to destroy him.  “No man…PLEASE!!!” The former marine remembered the code, “Take no 
prisoners!” and with that, and his steel toed work boot, kicked the punk in the ribs as hard as he could and then paused.  
He then gained more momentum and sent his boot thundering again into the ribs!  "OOOOOOHHHH.  NOOOOOOO!!!"  
He then kicks the punks face as he lay on the ground shattering his jaw and cheek bones sending his front teeth flying onto 
the mat mixed with blood.  Some of the teeth reached the edge of the mat where they were quickly picked up by souvenir-hunting 
audience members. By now, the punk was crying and his tears were mixing with his blood coming from the cuts over his eyes.

Butch then pulled the punk up by the hair and draped him over the top ropes facing the outside of the ring.  He tied his arms in 
knots within the top two ropes so he was held there.  Looking out into the crowd, the punk pleaded with the audience, 
“Someone……please help me!” But not only did his pleading fall on deaf ears but it served only to give Butch a tremendous 
hard on.  “Go on, punk, beg some more!” he said with a sadistic smile on his face.  Butch then took aim at the punks kidneys 
and began to pound away at them; first the right one and then the left…and then again and again!  Blood just poured from the 
punk’s mouth as he used all of his remaining energy trying to squirm himself free from the ropes.  But the ropes were too tight 
and he eventually gave up trying.

After a few minutes of this, Butch found the whole scene a bit boring even though the audience screamed with pleasure.  The punk 
had given up any hope of survival as he just lay over the ropes.  "That's it man?  That's all you got?" Butch said knowing full well 
that the punk was beat.  "Shit, man, we got an audience to please!" Depressed and disgusted by the boredom, he pulled the punk 
off the ropes and let his body drop to the mat with a thud.  Butch stared at the crowd.  He couldn’t understand them because they 
were shouting in Spanish to him but he knew they wanted more.  He reached down and pulled the punk up by his ponytail.  The punk 
could barely stand up and would have fallen if he had not been held up by Butch.  

Butch quickly released the hair but wrapped his arms around the punk’s chest in a bear hug and raised the shorter man off the 
mat entirely and gently applied pressure. The punk suddenly realized what was going to happen to him and looked Butch in the 
eye and whispered, “No man….please don’t.” But his begging only made the muscle beast even more anxious to hear the sounds 
of agony, “Let’s see how loud you can scream, punk!” Butch said as he began to apply the squeeze on the little man.  
“Aaaaaaawwwww!” the punk began to scream as he felt the pressure of Butch’s 25-inch arms and powerful forearms tightening 
the pressure up on his rib cage. Butch smiled sadistically as he continued to apply more pressure. Both men faced each other and 
looked into each other’s eyes  - one with pleading eyes begging for mercy; the other with sadistic anticipation of the sounds of pure 
pain and bone-crushing agony.  

Butch’s hands locked behind the back of the punk as he continued to squeeze.  The pleading looks of the punk turned to 
pain as the pain and pressure intensified until they could both hear the sounds of bones cracking, “CRAAAACK!” the first 
crack made Butch’s eyes go wide with joy while the pony-tailed punk cried out in tremendous pain, “Nooooooo!” but Butch 
continued squeezing and applying pressure, “CRAAAACK,” went another rib, “AWWWWWWWWWW!” screamed the 
punk into Butch’s face while Butch screamed back, "YEAAAAAHHHHH!!!" “CRAAAACK” came another rib followed 
quickly by the sounds of more ribs shattering and breaking as Butch seemed to lose control and simply revel in the pleasure 
of crushing his opponent. “YEAAAAAAH!” he shouted as he began to wildly shake the punk's body still in his grasp and 
squeezing it harder and harder so he could hear every crack.

Butch watched as blood started to come out of the punk’s mouth and he could tell that the lungs were filling with blood as 
bubbles became mixed with the blood.  He released his hold of the punk who was still alive and fell to the mat.  From the 
crowd he could here them chanting in English, “STOMP! STOMP!” and Butch smiled at the suggestion and was happy to 
oblige.  As the punk lay flat on his back, Butch took careful aim at the punk's feet and with the power of his massively 
muscular legs, he POUNDED his right boot into the left foot shattering every bone. However, the punk was badly beaten 
and, though extremely painful, elicited only flinching from the punk’s body.  But still the crowd continued to shout, “STOMP! 
STOMP!” so he raised his leg up again and stomped and crushed the right foot.  Again, the punk flinched violently but could 
not produce a scream due to the blood in his lungs.  Butch was determined to put on a good show and was not about to let 
this punk ruin it for him.  He grabbed each of the skinny legs of the punk and raised them into the air, in a V formation.  He 
spread them apart slightly as he watched his victim squirm below him coughing up blood trying to get air into his lungs in a 
vain attempt to stave off death.  He looked at the crowd, "STOMP?"  he shouted to them.  They shouted back, "STOMP! 
STOMP!"  Butch smiled and looked at the crotch below him and took aim.  The crowd seemed to anticipate Butch’s next 
move and went wild as they got up from the seats so they could get a better sight of the carnage going on in the ring.  

Butch raised his leg and, at the last second, the punk seemed to regain a little composure and looked up and saw what was 
about to happen - His eyes went wide with fear! But before he could muster a word, Butch thrust his heavy black boot 
into the punk’s crotch smashing his balls and crushing the bones his pelvis!  Without letting up, and using the strength of his 
massively built quads, he turned his foot left and right pressing deeper and deeper, and squished the crotch area to ensure that 
no organ was missed!  This time, the goal was reached as the punk’s arms flailed and his head bounced up and down off the 
mat as he endured the excruciating pain. 

Finally, Butch let the legs flop to the mat.  With what little life he had left, the punk squirmed around the mat in a bloody 
pool.  Instinctively, as if to protect himself, he turned himself over onto his stomach, holding on to his crotch as Butch 
walked up toward the head.  Gently, the muscle beast monster raised his boot over the head and lightly touched it 
with the bottom of his boot.  He smiled as he looked at the crowd while holding his left thumb up like a gladiator 
asking for a decision from the emperor, but the crowd responded with a thumbs down.  It was time.  Butch smiled 
at his victim below him.  His dick was so hard filled with the power that was his.  

He raised his boot up and then …quickly and with fierce power, slammed his right foot on top of the skull and 
crushed it as if he were crushing a melon.  A mixture of blood and brains flew everywhere! For a moment, Butch 
closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the crushed skull underneath his boot and let out a slight grin.  To him, 
it felt like popping a zit on his back…almost a relief….and now, he wanted another kind of release.

From the floor, the smaller of the two girls that they brought with them cried out, “Holy Shit!” and she put her forefinger
 in her mouth, biting down on it.  Almost unconsciously, she reached down for her crotch. It’s obvious to Butch that 
she was turned on to no end.  He pointed to her…"Come-on bitch!  You want it, don't you?” She nodded emphatically 
at the thought of taking this man inside of her.  “Well, I'm gonna give you the fuck of your life!"  He stepped over the 
top rope the ring and jumped to the concrete floor and grabbed her.  Her pussy was wet from watching Butch pulverize 
his opponent. She looks up at the 6’5” muscle bound killer and whispered, “Make me yours!”  He picked her up and 
put her over his left shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed back to the locker room followed by a curious crowd 
of onlookers.  He looked at the Bouncer for approval, "Fuck her good and hard man!  Bust that pussy up!!!" Bouncer 
said, smiling, almost laughing, as he knew his lover needed to cum and he knew he couldn’t do it now as he had a match 
of his own.  Butch smiled back knowing he was going to give her the ride of her life.

Butch took the girl back into the locker room and quickly took off his camouflaged spandex shorts and pulled them 
off over his boots leaving his boots still on, not wanting to waste time untying them.  She quickly tried to undress by 
pulling her pants down but it was not fast enough for Butch who stood there with a hard on waiting for her.  Instead, 
he pulled the blouse off of her, ripping the buttons, and then ripped the bra straight off her, tearing it at the seams.  
There was a small crowd of voyeurs standing just inside the doorway.  Butch didn’t seem to care as his mind was on 
one thing - pounding his dick inside her and shooting his load. 

After Butch and his fuck-toy left the main arena area, Bouncer's opponent was introduced and enters the ring.  He was 
a middle-eastern man.  A large tall muscular man who not only looked powerful but was skilled in the martial arts. He 
wore black karate pants and an asian-marked headband. The guy looked tough. The crowd grew silent as the Bouncer
 was introduced in Spanish to the crowd.  One man was pure power and strength while the other looked skilled and 
quick.  The crowd didn't know what to think.  Neither did the middle-eastern man who feels he has been evenly matched 
as the Bouncer steps over the top rope with ease.  Yes, he was a giant compared to the middle-eastern man but even giants 
have their weaknesses.  

The Bouncer took off his trade-mark white tank-top with BOUNCER emblazoned on it’s front and back and threw it out 
to the arena owner who smiled as he caught it. The Bouncer sizes up his opponent.  He’s played this game enough times 
to know that he should not overestimate his own power by underestimating the skill of another.  Finally, the bell rings and 
the black fighter begins to dance around the Bouncer in a cunning routine sizing up the big muscle-bound man who seems 
to be lumbering around.  The middle-eastern man smiled as he felt the muscles of the huge giant would slow him down.  
Quickly and decisively he twirled around and landed a round-house kick into the Bouncer’s nose shocking the Bouncer.  
With an angry look on his face, the Bouncer screamed out at the other fighter, “That was your last one punk!  Hope you 
enjoyed it!”  The Bouncer held his nose for only a moment when he stretched his arms out tensing up every muscle in his huge 
body.

The middle-eastern fighter looked somewhat distressed at the sight of the muscular freak who towered over him and totally 
outsized him.  But he shook off the fear and quickly continued his fast-paced steps around the monster.  When he found the 
right spot, he quickly planted another into the stomach of the Bouncer but his assessment of the Bouncer’s speed was slightly 
off as the Bouncer quickly grabbed the ankle of the offending leg with his left hand.  The Bouncer yanked on the leg and pulled 
the fighter toward him and then power punched the little shit square in the face knocking him back and causing him to lose his 
balance and fall to the ground. The Bouncer then raises his right foot, however, the fighter is very skilled and is somehow able 
to roll out of the Bouncer’s grip before the Bouncer has the chance to stomp the life out of him.  

The fighter tried to get up from the ground, still reeling after the powerful blow to the face.  He struggles to get up to his two 
feet and regain his balance and composure.  This time, it was his turn to be the aggressor and he did it with great fierceness. 
He immediately leapt toward the middle-eastern fighter and tackled him into the side ropes of the ring, “Now you’re mine you little 
shit!”  

The Bouncer held on to the ankle as he rolled his whole torso into the leg twisting the leg at the knee as his 360 odd pounds 
of solid muscle came crashing onto the leg!  The poor fucker let out a blood-curdling scream as he came crashing to the mat 
in pain and realized he was now at the complete mercy of this humongous freak of nature.  However, he still had one good leg 
and he tried to use this as best he could to fend off his opponent.  With every ounce of strength, he tried to push the Bouncer 
off his leg.  The man looked at the mangled and bloodied leg where bone was sticking out and his face filled with shocking fear!  
He looked up at the Bouncer who had gotten to his feet.  The man sat leaning on one arm for balance and leverage. The crowd 
cried out for action.  They demanded to see painful and gruesome destruction.  

The Bouncer pulled his opponent up by the roots of his hair, causing even more pain and slammed him face first into the 
corner turnbuckle.  The fighter took a swing at Bouncer's abs but this only caused the Bouncer to smile, "Yeah, you little 
punk!  Show me what you got!"  The Bouncer then quickly thrust his right leg into the abs of the fighter causing him to bend 
over and fall to the mat, "Now that's how you hurt the abs you little shit!"  The punk was on the ground holding his stomach 
in tremendous pain.  Bouncer picked up the punk by his hair and also by his butt and held him over his head.  He then stepped 
forward with his right leg and, gaining momentum from the movement, SLAMMED him down across his powerful right leg 
thrusting the punk's back into his knee.  "AAAAWWWW!" screamed the punk as he rolled off the knee and flopped to the 
mat.  The Bouncer turned to his adoring fans and flexed for them, doing a most muscular pose showing all of his freaky veins.  
Then he did a famous double-bicep pose, all while his opponent lay writhing in pain on the mat.  

At 6'10" and 360 pounds, the Bouncer had no problem man-handling this little punk and decided to try something he'd been 
dreaming of doing.  He picked up the punks legs, one broken and the other still good, and wrapped his right arm around the 
calves.  He hoisted the punk up by the calves so that the man was literally upside down and now experiencing tremendous 
pain from the broken leg.  He screamed and flailed about in an upside down position trying to get loose as the Bouncer began 
to put his lower body over his right shoulder.  The Bouncer then walked around the ring as if gaining momentum and, like a 
bag of flour, he hurled the punk's body onto the top rope and watched it bounce off and land on the mat, back first.  That was 
fun…but not fun enough.  Again, he grabbed the punk by the calves, quickly hoisting him up into the air, and like a baseball 
player, he used the punk's body like a bat and began smashing him into the mat as if he were squashing roaches or swatting flies!  
The first time, he broke the punks nose and blood started to flow it.  Each time, the Bouncer used progressively more power 
but then stopped, for fear he'd swat the life out the punk too quickly.  However, the move was everything he thought it would 
be.  A tremendous show of his power.  

Again, the Bouncer showed off his muscular physique to the crowd - all of them applauded their hero as he gave his opponent 
time to get some air.  He didn't want to finish him off too quickly but when he looked back, he could tell the punk didn't have 
much more to give!  He lay there, crying, whimpering, and pleading for mercy and a quick death.  But a quick death was no 
where on the Bouncer's agenda.  Instead, he bent over and rolled the punk onto his stomach so he would be face down.  He 
then quickly stood on the punk placing his right foot on the punk's butt and the other across his shoulder blades.  He raised his 
right foot up and STOMPED on the pelvic area of the punk.  The sound of the bones breaking was quickly followed by the 
screams of the punk, "AAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!" and then the laughter from the Bouncer as he raised his left leg into the 
air and gained powerful momentum and SLAMMED down across his back, breaking the ribs of his opponent.  The Bouncer's 
face seemed insane with the lust to inflict pain.  But this opponent was no match for the Bouncer's awesome power and not going 
to live much longer.  The Bouncer then put him in a camel clutch hold. He straddled the punk and raised what was left of the 
upper torso of the punk up and put his skinny ass arms over his knees.  He then cupped the punk's bleeding chin with both of his 
hands and looked into the crowd.  He could hear the demands for death and he was happy to oblige.  Slowly, he pulled on the 
head of the punk, bringing the head as far back as it would naturally go and held it there for a moment.  He savored the moment 
and then pulled back on the head, snapping the neck and killing off the punk.  He let the head flop forward and dangle and then 
stood up letting the rest of the body flop to the mat. His hands were still bloody as he stood over his victim, proudly, like that of 
Lion over his prey.

The Bouncer then looked in the direction of the locker room.  He could faintly here the sounds of the moaning of the bitch 
getting the fucking of her life.  Butch had her on her back on one of the locker room benches with her legs in the air.  He had 
pinned her body down by her breasts so she wouldn't get away as he powerfully fucked her.  He was relentless and cared 
nothing but for his own want to cum.  He kept pounding her as the small crowd of men watched as she struggled underneath his 
power.  Her arms flailed wildly as she grabbed his huge arms unbelieving that he was so huge inside her and feeling like a complete 
virgin.  The pain was intense but so was the pleasure as she felt his huge muscular arms and looked up at this huge muscle beast 
of a man.  She watched as his muscle-bound body moved in rhythmic motion above her.  His dick was far too huge for her tight 
little pussy.  Finally, he shot his load in side of her. "OH YEAH!" he cried as if he’d been waiting all far too long to cum.  After 
pausing to catch his breath, he pulled his huge thick penis out of her and she rolled off the bench and landed on the ground exhausted 
and in serious pain.  All she could say was "Oh my god," over and over again. The small audience that had gathered cheered their 
champion on, yet again.  

Finally, the match that everyone had seemingly come to witness.  The Crusher against…well, whomever they found who was 
stupid enough to enter the ring with him.  First to enter the ring was the opponent who was not even given the consideration of 
an introduction.  He was obviously a no-body in the fighting arena.  He was a short and scrawny young man and already had a 
look of fear on his face as he wondered around the ring, nervously waiting for the Crusher to approach the ring.  

Up to this point, the Crusher had been hidden behind the arena in a small trailer as if he were a movie star.  As he made his 
entrance, only his head could be seen as the rest of his very large framed body was covered with a tent-like robe.  He was tall 
around 6’3”, bald, and very large.  His fat, along with his muscle, easily combined to a weight of over 360 pounds.  He entered 
the ring barely stepping over the top rope.  The audience remained quiet, not knowing what to expect from this new, yet formidable 
opponent.  

As he disrobed, it was clear to see that this man had girth as well as muscles and power.  He wore a large black wrestler’s sling.  
The young slender punk whom he was pitted against was obviously a ringer and set up to be easily destroyed as he looked in fear 
of the over six foot giant man.  The giant looked at his weakling opponent and smiled and then began to laugh and point in 
humiliation at the scrawny punk.  He said something in Spanish to the crowd as if to say, “This is going to be fun!” He then 
turned his attention towards his prey and began to move forward toward the young punk who was almost in shock at the shear 
size of the man.  

The punk quickly ran away from the grasp of the tank-like behemoth. The big man began to give chase, reaching out and almost 
grabbing the young man.  After a few times around the ring, it is clear that the big man is getting winded. He stopped running and 
stood in the center of the ring trying to get his breath.  The audience was laughing at him and he knew it.  This only serves to make 
him angrier as the puny little punk began to think he is gaining an upper hand over the humungous man.  But the big man has been 
through this too many times and knows just what to do.  He began to step from one side to the other, seemingly rocking himself 
side to side and with each step getting slightly closer to his prey.  The Bouncer, the Arena Owner, and the girl sat in the front row 
watching the entire ordeal.

Finally, the Crusher had the punk cornered and commenced to beating him like a rag doll with his fists and tossed him around 
the ring with ease. In no time, he was breaking the arms of the punk and then twisting the legs out of their sockets, laughing the 
entire time.  He picked what was left of the little punk up over his head and slammed him into the center of the mat.  The Crusher 
was an amazing man as he went to one of the corners of the ring and climbed up to the top rope.  He was barely able to balance
 himself and it was only for a quick second when he took aim and then flung his huge body toward the center of the ring smashing, 
and undoubtedly, killing his opponent. The arena owner and audience felt cheated as the Crusher just laughed.

Just then, police whistles sounded.  The Arena Owner gestured at the Bouncer to run toward the back room.  The Bouncer 
grabbed up the girl and threw her over his shoulder; she was no longer just a witness.  It seemed the whole place was swarming 
with Mexican police. As they ran into the locker room, Butch had already broken the necks of two police men who were sent 
in through the back door and now had the last one in a sadistic bear hug, "Finish him off!" the Bouncer yelled.  With very little 
effort, Butch crushed the cop's ribs as if he were crunching up paper.

The Bouncer looked back into the ring for a quick glance and saw that the police had surrounded the ring with guns pointing 
at the Crusher.  He was going nowhere and would soon be arrested for murder.  The Bouncer then turned around and headed 
for the back door, "Let's get the fuck out of here!"  As they jetted out of the back door, the Arena Owner told Billy to take 
his own car and drive across by himself and that he would take the four others in his van and that they would meet up on the 
other side of the border. The arena owner had told them that, from time to time, the arena gets shut down and relocates….but it 
always comes back…there's too much demand for the Death Matches.

When they got to Bouncer's warehouse, Butch seemed very cocky about his performance in the arena and even made it 
seem as if his performance was better than the Bouncer's.  Butch was getting undressed and ready for bed as he continued 
to comment on his awesome performance.  "Pretty proud of yourself, eh, puppy?" the Bouncer said to him.  "Puppy?" Butch 
retorted seriously. "I think my performance was just as good, no, even better than your performance!"  With that, the 
Bouncer's eyes got wide with hate, "Oh yeah, you little punk?  Time to teach you who the hell the boss is here and show 
you how to give proper respect, bitch!!!"  The Bouncer grabbed the surprised Butch by the hair while Butch still had his 
jock strap at his ankles and tossed him to the concrete floor of the warehouse.  "Hey!" Butch said being taken totally by 
surprise.  But that was his last word for a while as the Bouncer's anger took over.  He did not need any of his happy powder 
as he had enough anger to beat Butch without it.  

While on the ground, the Bouncer began to kick Butch in the side with all of his angry might.  He also sent a few kicks into 
the side of the face of the muscle-bound bitch of his.  He tried to grab some of Butch's hair but it was too short so he put 
both hands on Butch's head and lifted him up from the ground.  Holding him steady, he kneed him in the groin and let him 
fall to the ground.  "So you think you're better than me, eh, you fucking bitch?" He then grabbed his lover and dragged him 
to the two wooden poles and began to tie his hands up with chains and metal clasps, "No baby, PLEASE!" but the Bouncer 
was unrelenting and filled with rage at his pupil who thought he was better than the teacher.  Butch was already bleeding 
at the nose.  The Bouncer then stepped back and, with his steel-toed boots began pounding his muscle-bound legs into his 
abs, one right after the other.  Butch began to cry and plead again for mercy, "Babe, I'm sorry, please stop!" But instead, 
the Bouncer began punching at Butch with solid lefts and rights, like a battering ram into the muscled body of his lover.  
Finally, one solid punch to the face and Butch was out like a light.

The Bouncer looked at the pathetic sight of his lover, bleeding from the nose and mouth, bruised, unconscious, and now 
shaking and hanging from the chains of the wooden poles.  He untied his right arm and then his left allowing Butch to fall 
to the ground.  Slowly Butch came to.  "I'm sorry, babe, I'm sorry," he muttered softly up to the Bouncer. "You make 
me sick." Bouncer said to him as he pulled down his tights and began to piss on Butch's head and body.  Butch took it 
without struggling.  He knew who the master was as he felt the warm piss trickle from his head and splash on the rest of his 
body.  He was totally defeated for the first time in his life and tried not to cry… but cried anyway.  

The Bouncer was still angry at his mate, "Think you're some big man cause you fucked some bitch hard, eh?  Well, I'm 
gonna show you what it's like to fuck someone with a vengeance."  Butch looked up at his master, "Please no! Please! 
I promise I won't ever disrespect you again!  Please babe, please!" but the Bouncer knew better; the deeper the lesson, 
the longer it would last with the pupil. He dragged Butch to the edge of his bed and laid him face down across it with 
only Butch's upper torso on the bed, getting him ready to get fucked doggy-style. 

Without lube, and just spit, Bouncer prepared his huge, now hard, dick for punishment as Butch, still dazed from the 
beating, held on to the bed and begged one last time, "Babe, no." Just as he did, he felt the head of his master's dick 
penetrate his ass.  The thing was fucking huge and the Bouncer gave no mercy as he simply PLOWED into his lover, 
punishing him with his massive dick.  "AWWWWWWW!!!!" screamed Butch. "Yeah!  Scream louder, Bitch!" the 
Bouncer demanded as his erection got even harder.  

The Bouncer knew how to inflict pain while fucking.  It wasn't just a matter of going in and out hard with his dick but 
using his whole body, especially his powerful legs, to DRIVE his dick into his victim.  And that he did.  It seemed the 
more Butch screamed in pain, the harder the Bouncer pushed.  Harder and deeper he drove.  As hard as he could with 
each thrust!  Pounding and pounding.  Pinning his boy down to the bed. Fucking him so hard it was even beginning to 
hurt his own dick but he didn't care.  

Finally, the Bouncer could feel himself getting close to cumming.  His fury made him fuck faster and faster until he could 
feel himself shooting inside his lover.  "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH." He said as he climaxed.  
He rested for a second as he waited for each drop to fill Butch's hole.  Then he pulled out and stood up as Butch, completely 
beaten and fucked hard, lay on his bed, alive, but motionless and sobbing.  

The Bouncer grabbed Butch and pulled him off the bed and thew him to the cold concrete floor.  He then grabbed one of 
the pillows from the bed and threw it at Butch.  "You sleep there tonight."  Not willing to put up a fight, or even say another 
word, Butch took the pillow and laid down near the foot of the bed.  The master had spoken and the dog knew his place. 

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