The Gang Exterminator

By John D.



  The newspaper headline blazed across the front page:  “Four Gang Members 
Brutally Killed by Unknown Assailants.”  Jamal read the article and smiled.  The 
article described how four Latino gang members were viciously beaten to death by 
what must have been a large number of rival gang members.  Not only were they 
beaten to death, but many of their bones had been broken, a couple of their arms 
had been ripped off their bodies and one head had been smashed with the victim’s 
brain oozing onto the ground.   Apparently no weapons were used.  There were no 
gunshot wounds or knife cuts.  The reporter was amazed at what he had seen. But 
the strangest thing was that there was a note left at the scene that said 
“Gangbangers will be exterminated like rats.”  The reporter couldn’t figure out 
why another gang would leave a note like that.  These were the strangest murders 
this reporter had ever seen.
  
  Jamal looked at his reflection in the mirror.  “It’s rat extermination time,” 
he thought to himself as he looked at his huge body.  He was 6’ 5” tall and he 
weighed 300 pounds, all of it solid muscle.  And he was only 16 years old, still 
in high school.   His skin was very black and it shined as his muscles bulged 
underneath.  He flexed his 24 inch arms and watched as his biceps bulged into 
gigantic balls of rippling fibers of muscle covered with veins.  “These dogs are 
gonna kill a lot of rats,” he thought as he watched his bulging arms.  He hated 
rats. He hated gangbangers.  To him, the gangbangers were rats.  Especially 
Latino gangbangers. 
  
   When he was only 12 years old, a group of Latino gang bangers drove by his 
house, pointed their guns out of their car window and shot his parents and his 
older brother, who were standing on his front porch.  They all died instantly.  
The Latinos thought his brother was a member of a rival black gang - but he 
wasn’t.  Another gangbanger shooting mistake and three more innocent people 
killed.   The gangbangers didn’t know it, but this mistake was one they should 
have never made.
  
   When they had finished shooting, they yelled out their gang sign and started 
laughing.  To them, the black family was just an enemy to extinguish.  They were 
taking over this neighborhood and the less blacks the better.  Jamal was inside 
the house and looked out in horror as the shooting occurred.  In ten seconds, 
his whole life had changed.  He had no parents and no brother.  He looked at 
those gang members and yelled in fury.
  
  Jamal was as angry as a boy could get.  He knew who those gang members were.  
He had seen them before, swaggering around the neighborhood.  But his aunt and 
uncle told him to be quiet.  “You can’t fight the gangbangers,” his aunt said.  
“If you tell the police, they’ll come after all of us and kill us all.  Just 
stay low.  Keep out of their way.”  Jason started crying and nodded his head.  
He hated gangbangers.  He felt so powerless.
  
  He moved in with his aunt and uncle a few blocks from his parents’ house.  
They didn’t have any children and were happy to have Jamal as their son.  Jamal 
had always been tall, tall and very skinny.   His dad always told him he’d fill 
out.  Just wait a few years, he said.  But at 12 years old, he was as skinny as 
a rail.   Jamal’s dad was a former all state running back on his high school 
football team and his mom had been a women’s sprint star in high school.  They 
were both jocks.  Jamal’s brother had been a jock too.  He was playing high 
school football when he was killed by the gangbangers.  Jamal thought maybe he 
got the skinny genes in his family.  He hadn’t played any sports because he was 
so thin.  Now that his family had been murdered he was totally dejected and 
totally mad.  Mad at the gangs.  Mad at society for not stopping the gangs.
  
  His uncle Nate was the younger brother of his father.  He had been in the 
Marines and was still very fit, even though he was 30 years old.  Nate kept in 
shape because he had a little gym set up in his garage.  He had some weights, a 
bench, a squat rack and a pull up bar.  Plus, he had a punching bag.  He liked 
to box.  In the Marines, he had been a very skilled hand fighter.  He learned 
how to kill enemy soldiers using just his own hands.
  
  Jamal moved into the extra bedroom in Nate and Brenda’s house.  He looked at 
his skinny body in the mirror and tears started dripping down his cheeks.  Then 
he remembered the gym in the garage.  He went up to his uncle Nate and said 
“Nate, can I see your gym?”  Nate smiled and said “Sure Jamal.  I work out three 
or four times a week.  It’s real good for your body.”  Jamal was already the 
same height as Nate, 5’ 8” tall, but where Jamal had nothing but skin and bones 
Nate had big hard muscles.  Although he was smaller than Jamal’s father - who 
weighed 225 at 6 feet tall, he weighed 165 pounds and he was solid muscle.  
Jamal weighed only 95 pounds.  His voice had recently changed and he was now 
entering puberty.
  
  They entered the gym and Jamal’s eyes lit up.  “Can I work out with you, Nate?  
I wanna put on some muscle.  I wanna get big and strong.  I wanna be able to 
fight those gangbangers.”  Nate looked at his skinny nephew.  “Well, I think you 
just entered puberty, so your body is probably ready.  But don’t get your hopes 
up about fighting those gangbangers.  There are a lot of them and they’re tough.  
Plus they carry guns and knives.  One guy, no matter how big and strong he is, 
isn’t gonna be able to fight those gangbangers.”  Jamal didn’t look discouraged 
at all.  “I wanna learn how to fight too.  I know you know how to fight because 
you were a Marine.  I want you to teach me to fight.  I don’t need guns and 
knives.  I wanna fight with just my hands, feet and muscles.  I wanna kill those 
guys.”  Nate smiled.  “Okay, little dude.  Let’s start.  I’ll make sure Brenda 
cooks you real good food.  You need good workouts and good food.  We’ll see what 
happens.  Your mom and dad were big.  Maybe you can get big too.”
  
  So Jamal started to work out with Nate.  His progress was amazing.  In one 
week, he gained 10 pounds of muscle.  His bench press went from 60 to 95 pounds.  
In a month he had gained 25 pounds.  And his bench went up to 175 pounds.  In 
three months he had gained 50 pounds.  And his bench was 275.  Before he was 13 
years old, he stood 5’ 9” - taller than Nate - and weighed 145 pounds.  And all 
of that was solid muscle.  He could bench almost twice what he weighed.  Jamal 
never put on any fat.  He was so happy that he could put on muscle so easily.  
He realized that what his dad had told him was true.  He was filling out.  
Filling out with solid muscle.  And his muscle was very strong.  Nate couldn’t 
believe how strong he was for his age and weight.  He wore baggy clothes to 
school every day.  He didn’t want anybody but Brenda and Nate knowing how much 
muscle he was putting on.  He wanted it to be a secret.  His close friends knew 
about his new muscles, but they were sworn to secrecy.   He still didn’t try out 
for any sports.  People saw he was getting bigger, but, except for his friends, 
they thought he was getting fatter, just like lots of kids who don’t play sports 
and just sit at home playing video games.  But Jamal was not playing video 
games.  He was working out and learning to fight seven days a week.
  
  And he was angry.  The passage of time did not lesson his anger.  He saw those 
gangbanger rats every day, and every time he saw them he got angrier and 
angrier.  Every few months, more innocent people were killed by the rats.  Jamal 
sometimes knew the victims and this made him even angrier. But he knew he was 
too small to do anything.  He was going to change that as his anger grew.
  
  He worked out one day and took a fighting lesson from Nate the next day.  So 
every other day he was pushing and pulling huge weights, making his muscles grow 
huge and strong.  And the alternate days he was learning how to be a killer 
fighter, to be able to maim and kill your opponents with your hands and feet, 
just like the Marines.  Nate was surprised at how fast his nephew was putting on 
muscle, very strong muscle.  He was also surprised at how good a fighter he was 
becoming.  He had a natural urge to fight to the death.  To maim.  To kill.  
Somehow his tragic experience with the gangbangers killing his parents and 
brother had made him into a killer.  He wanted to snuff as many gangbangers as 
he could.  He didn’t tell anyone about this.  But he knew he had been changed.  
He wanted to maim those rats.  He wanted to torture those rats.  He wanted to 
snuff those rats.
  
  When Jamal turned 14, he was six feet tall and weighed 200 pounds.  He was way 
stronger than his uncle Nate.  He could bench 450 and squat with 550.  Nate had 
to buy more and more plates every month as Jamal got bigger and stronger.  And 
now Jamal was a much better fighter than Nate.  He loved to break boards with 
his hands.  To smash things with his feet.  And he loved it when Nate tried to 
hurt him.  He loved to feel Nate’s fists pounding on his abs, abs that were as 
hard as bricks.  Nate’s fists felt like a little girl’s fists as they harmlessly 
bounced off his rock hard abs even though Nate was punching as hard as he could.  
Jamal knew he was way stronger and tougher than any gangbanger.  But he wanted 
to get even bigger before he started snuffing them.  And his hate for the rats 
grew bigger as his muscles grew bigger.
  
  When he turned 15, he was six feet three inches tall and weighed 260 pounds.  
He was benching 575 pounds and could squat with 750.  He was as strong as any 
man in the city.  But he wanted to get bigger.  He wanted to get stronger.  He 
wanted to be so big and strong that he could crush two gangbangers with each of 
his arms at the same time.  He saw those rats every day and could hardly wait to 
snuff ‘em out.
  
  The day Jamal turned 16, he knew he was ready.  The week before, the Latino 
gangbangers had killed one of his friends from school, a black kid who never 
joined a gang.  But he was standing in the wrong place and the bullets hit him.  
Jamal was now 6’ 5” tall and weighed 300 pounds.  He was massive.  And he was 
still fat free.  His chest measured 70 inches.  His arms measured 24 inches and 
his thighs measured 38 inches, which was two inches bigger than his 36 inch 
waist.  And he was strong.  He could bench 700 pounds and squat with 850.  He 
could curl 350 pounds and pull up 250 pound dumbbells in dumbbell rowing 
exercises.  But in addition to being so strong, he was fast.  All his fighting 
training had kept his muscles very fast.  He could break 10 boards with his 
hands.  He could smash 20 boards with his size 16 Marine Corps boots.  He was 
the biggest, strongest, baddest dude in the whole city.  Jamal was mad as hell.  
He could hardly wait to snuff some rats.
  
   Jamal had been watching his neighborhood very carefully.  He knew who all the 
gangbangers were.  He even knew were many of them lived.  He knew where they 
hung out.  And he knew that most of the time they didn’t carry guns because if 
they had a gun they would face years and years of prison if the police busted 
them.  Jamal didn’t care about knives.  Knives would be nothing to Jamal.
  
  It was midnight.  Jamal dressed in his fighting gear.  Solid Marine Corps 
boots.  Black shorts that were the same color as his black body.  No shirt.  He 
wanted his Latino victims to see the huge young black man that was going to 
torture and then kill them.  He wanted those little punk rats to have the 
highest amount of fear and pain that was possible.  His cock was already hard, 
bulging under his shorts.  He was so excited about what he was about to do, he 
was totally turned on.  It was extermination time.
  
  His first targets were the Latino gangbangers who had killed his parents and 
his brother.  There were three of them and they were all still buddies.   He 
knew where they hung out – a dark alley that, like the rest of the neighborhood, 
was controlled by the gang.  Nobody every went there at night because the 
gangbangers would kick their asses.  Sure enough, when he arrived near the alley 
he saw four gangbanger rats smoking weed and drinking beer.  Their bodies were 
barely lit by the few lights nearby.  They knew they controlled the 
neighborhood.  No one dared give them any shit, even though they were laughing 
and yelling at midnight.
  
  Jamal silently walked up to the group and smashed his boot into the back of 
one of the gangbangers.  Instantly the banger’s back was broken and he fell to 
the ground in pain.  The other three bangers turned and looked at Jamal.  Their 
mouths dropped open as they saw the massive amount of black muscle that was 
facing them.  They were short, fat and out of shape.  They were covered with 
gang tatoos and until they saw the 300 pounds of muscle standing before them, 
they thought they were invincible. Now they were looking up at a bulging 70 inch 
chest and 24 inch arms of rippling muscle on a huge six foot five inch black 
body.  They had fought many blacks and killed some of them, and they had never 
seen a black stud as big and muscular as this.
  
  One of the bangers reached for his pocket to get his knife, but before his 
hand reached his pocket Jamal sliced his hand down and broke both of the guy’s 
forearm bones.  He yelled in pain and his hand hung lifelessly at his side.  
Jamal smashed his fist into his chest, breaking four rib bones and then smashed 
his foot into his knee, breaking his leg.  The kid fell to the ground, writhing 
and screaming in pain.  The other two bangers turned and tried to run but Jamal 
was too fast and too strong for them.  He grabbed their arms and dragged them 
back to the two writhing bangers on the ground.  “You fuckin’ shits killed my 
parents and my brother,” he said.  “Back then I said I was going to fuck you up, 
and now I’m gonna do it. And I don’t need no guns.  I don’t need no knives. I’m 
gonna fuck you up with these fists and these feet and these huge muscles.  I got 
more muscle in one arm than you got in your fuckin’ body.  And that muscle’s 
gonna make you pay for all the people you  killed, you little punks.”   
  
  He wrapped his arms around their chests and flexed his biceps, squeezing his 
forearms towards his body.  “You ain’t shit to these big muscles.  My arms are 
bigger than your legs.  I got more muscle in one arm than you got in your whole 
body.  And that muscle’s gonna crush you to death.  You’re just a fuckin’ rat 
and you’re gonna be snuffed like a rat.”  He squeezed his huge arms into their 
chests.  His biceps started bulging into huge balls of muscle the size of 
bowling balls as they crushed their victims’ ribs like they were little 
toothpicks.  Instantly, the bones started snapping.  Those ribs were nothing to 
the strength of Jamal’s huge biceps.  The kids groaned in pain.  They couldn’t 
yell because they had no air in their collapsed lungs. “Yeah, the sound of 
breaking bones.  I love that sound.”  When he had finished crushing their 
chests, he threw them on the ground.  He felt so strong and confident, looking 
at the four helpless gangbangers on the ground.  He had been waiting almost four 
years for this, and he felt like the enormous stud he was.  He flexed his arms 
and legs as the gangbangers looked up at his huge body. “All you bangers are 
gonna be exterminated.  Like rats.  Only you’re worse than rats.  I’m gonna fuck 
you up more than you’d ever fuck up a rat.”
  
   His cock had stayed hard as he smashed each one of the filthy gangbangers. He 
pulled down his shorts and his 12 inch cock sprang up and hit his rock hard abs.  
He felt so strong, so masculine, so dominant.  He grabbed the chest of the rat 
who had tried to grab his knife.  He was leader of the group. He was the biggest 
rat, weighing about 200 pounds, but he was nothing to Jamal’s 300 pounds of 
muscle.  Jamal pushed his big cock in the rat’s face.  He started slapping his 
face with his cock.  “You’re nothing to me. See this big cock?  See these huge 
muscles? You little shits ain’t nothin’ to a body like mine. It’s gonna smash 
you so bad you’ll wish you were dead.  And you’re gonna get your wish.”   He 
pulled back his fist and started smashing it into the kid’s gut.  By three 
punches, his fist was hitting the kid’s backbone.  He smashed his fist into the 
rat’s crotch, smashing his cock and balls.  The rat was howling in pain.  Then 
he turned the kid around and jammed his arms up his back so both of his shoulder 
joints were broken.  Then he turned him around and held the kid's lifeless arms 
at his side. The kid looked into Jamal’s brutally handsome face with a look of 
absolute fear and abject pain. He was crying.  Jamal twisted his arms like 
pretzels as pain surged through his body. The kid was moaning in pain. Jamal 
looked him in the face.  “You snuffed my parents,” he said.  He spat on the 
kid’s face. “Now you’re gonna get snuffed by their huge son.”    He grabbed the 
guy’s arm and jerked it off his body, like he was pulling a chicken wing off a 
chicken.  Blood spurted out.  The kid would be dead in five minutes.  He threw 
the kid on the ground and smashed his foot into his balls, breaking his pelvis 
and smashing his balls again.  “Die in pain,” said  Jamal.
  
  He next turned to the rat with the broken back.  He reached down and grabbed 
the kid’s neck.  He pulled his head back towards his butt, breaking kid’s spine 
all up and down his body.  The kid was trembling in abject pain.  Then he 
grabbed the kid’s legs and pulled him up so he was upside down.  Jamal pulled 
his legs apart from the sides, splitting the kid’s pelvis apart.  Blood started 
gushing out from his crotch, which really wasn’t there any more.  Finally, Jamal 
squeezed the kid’s balls, smashing them into nothing.  The kid looked up and 
Jamal and Jamal spit in his face.  He threw the bloody body on the ground.
  
  Next he turned to one of the bangers whose chests had been crushed.  The kid 
couldn’t breathe and he was turning red.   Jamal pulled off both his arms.  He 
was amazed at how easy this was for him.  His muscles were so strong the kid’s 
arm sockets were nothing to them.  Then he grabbed the banger’s neck and 
twisted, snapping his spine and instantly killing him.  “You got off easy,” he 
said to the dead body.
  
  Finally he turned to the final rat.  “I’m gonna exterminate every one of you 
rats,” he said.  He smashed the toe of his Marine boot into the guy’s crotch, 
breaking his pelvis and driving his boot up into his abdomen.  His cock and 
balls were crushed, shooting huge bolts of pain throughout his body.  Then he 
smashed his boot onto the guy’s legs, breaking each one.  The rat was quivering 
in pain. Finally, he smashed his boot through the rat’s skull, crushing the 
skull into the ground.  Grey brain matter oozed out onto the ground.
  
  All of this took less than three minutes.  Jamal placed his note – the one 
that said “Gangbangers will be exterminated like rats” – on top of the leader’s 
lifeless body and walked away calmly.  There were no witnesses. 
  
  Jamal went home and ripped off his shorts.  His cock was still hard.  His body 
was covered by the gangbangers’ blood.  He stood before the mirror and thought 
about what he had just done to the rats who had killed his parents and his 
brother.  He had tortured them and then he had snuffed them.  All with the 
enormous power of his 300 pounds of muscle.  As he thought about it and looked 
at himself in the mirror he started rubbing his cock.  His thick neck showed off 
his handsome black face, a face with wide cheekbones, a strong jaw and brilliant 
white teeth.  His face still looked like the face of a teenager, but his body 
looked like the body of a Mr. Olympia competitor.  His traps bulged out from his 
neck.  He watched his delts bulge like bowling balls of thick shredded muscle on 
his shoulders.  His arms were so big, as big as most guy’s legs, and they were 
rippling with muscle and covered with veins.  He clenched his hands into fists 
and watched his forearms bulge into huge bowling pins of muscle.  He thought 
about how easy it was for him to smash the rats with his big hands and fists and 
his huge muscles.  He flexed his pecs and watched them balloon into huge balls 
of striated muscle.  He watched his lats flare out - thick wings of solid muscle 
that crushed the chests of the rats like they were made of little sticks.  He 
watched his abs flex, rock hard abs that could absorb any punch any gangbanger 
gave him.  And he watched his huge legs, legs with so much power that they 
smashed his boot right through the banger’s crotch, breaking his pelvis and 
smashing his cock and balls.  He looked at his size 16 boot and his huge calves 
and thought about smashing the head of the rat and watching the brain ooze out.  
Then he yelled “Big muscles are gonna fuck the rats!” and his cock started 
blasting cum, spurting gush after gush of cum on the mirror.  It was one of the 
best orgasms he had ever had.  And he knew he was going to have many more of 
them.  Then he took a shower and fell asleep happily.
  
  The next morning Jamal came into the kitchen for his usual huge breakfast.  
Nate was reading the big story in the paper.  He looked at Jamal and said, “I 
wonder who did this to those gangbangers?”  Jamal looked his uncle in the eye 
and said, “I don’t know, but they did a pretty good job didn’t they.”  Then he 
winked.  Nate smiled.  “Yes they did,” he said.  “There must have been at least 
10 of them.”  Jamal smiled.  “Yeah,” he said,  “at least 10,” as he flexed his 
arm.  That arm had the power of 10 men.
  
  Jamal went out and walked around the neighborhood.  He was wearing his usual 
baggy sweat clothes including a hooded sweatshirt.  And he was wearing his size 
16 Marine boots.  He hooked huge as he walked along, but you couldn’t really 
tell if he was muscle or fat.  But Jamal had absolutely no fat on his 300 pound 
body.  All the people in the neighborhood were talking about the murders the 
night before.  And they were happy the gangbangers were dead.  “I’m so glad to 
see those four bangers gone.  Now they’re in hell, where they belong,” said one 
woman.  “Yeah,” said her friend.  “Maybe they’ll all kill themselves and be 
outta the hood.  That would be great.”   Instead of being sad about the murders, 
the people were happy.  They were glad the gangbangers were dead.  This time it 
wasn’t innocent people who were killed, it was the bad guys who had been killed.  
And they all were trying to figure out the note about gangbangers being 
exterminated.  That was a real mystery.  But they were all for gang 
extermination, whoever the exterminators were.
  
  Jamal kept walking.  At the end of a street, he saw seven Latino gangbangers 
huddled together, smoking and talking.  They were obviously very nervous.  
Nervous about what happened to their buddies the night before and nervous about 
what was going on.  The were trying to figure out who was doing this.  They 
didn’t know there was another gang who was trying to infiltrate their hood.  
They were trying to figure out what this gang was.
  
  Jamal walked calmly up to the seven rats and said, “Looks like you guys are in 
some trouble.”  The gangbangers looked up at this huge black dude.  “We’re not 
in any trouble,” one of them said.  “We just gotta find out who did it and then 
we’re gonna fight ‘em and kill ‘em.  It’s as simple as that.”  Jamal said,  “I 
think I know who did it.  You wanna find out?”  The bangers looked at his face, 
the teenage face on this big black dude, which didn’t look older than the 16 
years that he really was.   He was young.  He was black.  Maybe he actually did 
know who the other gang was.  One of the bangers said, “Yeah, we wanna find 
out.”  Jamal looked at him.  “Okay, it will cost you twenty bucks.”  The rats 
all smiled at each other.  God, what a stupid nigga, they thought.  That kind of 
information was worth a lot more than twenty bucks.  But this nigga was going to 
take a twenty.  So stupid.  One of the dudes reached into his pocket and pulled 
out a twenty.  “Here,” he said.  “So who did it?”  Jamal bent over - at 6’ 5” he 
was a foot taller than most of them - and whispered.  “I can’t tell you out here 
on the street.  Let’s go over there into that alley.  And no guns.  I’m not 
goin’ into that alley with seven bangers with guns.  You got guns?”  They all 
shook their heads.  “Fuck no, we don’t got no guns.  The police are lookin’ at 
us all the time.  We don’t got no guns.”  Jamal smiled.  “Okay, lets go.”
  
  They all walked over into the little alley that was faced on three sides by 
concrete buildings.  Jamal stopped near the end of the alley and the gangbangers 
huddled around him.  “So you wanna fight the dudes who killed your homeboys.  
You wanna fight ‘em and kill ‘em.”  They all nodded their heads and yelled 
“Yeah, yeah.  Gotta kill those fuckers.”  Jamal looked at them very intently.  
“And you paid me the twenty bucks, so now I’m gonna tell you who did it.”  Their 
eyes were all bright, waiting to hear the news.  Jamal reached down and pulled 
off his hoodie sweatshirt.  The bangers all gasped as the saw his huge body.  
“Okay, you rats.  I did it!  Fight me.”
  
  Their mouths dropped open. Never in their life did they think this kid was 
going to look like this.  And never in their life did they think one guy killed 
all their homeboys.  One of the rats broke away and tried to run.  Jamal grabbed 
him by the arm, wrapped his other hand around his neck and twisted his huge 
forearm.  There was a loud snapping sound as the rat’s neck broke.  Jamal pushed 
him to the ground.  “That’s what happens when you don’t fight.  You get snuffed.  
Just like a rat.  Come on, you fuckin’ rats.  There are six of you and only one 
of me.”  The other bangers were horrified.  They looked at their dead homeboy on 
the ground and then they looked at Jamal.  Then they tried to fight.  Three of 
them reached for knives in their pockets.  Instantly, Jamal smashed his hand 
into their arms, breaking them.   While they were holding their broken arms, he 
smashed his fists into their guts, hitting their backbone, and they fell to the 
ground writhing in pain.
  
  Then he stood in front of the other three rats.  “Come on you little punks. 
Fight me.  They stood frozen, looking at his huge 70 inch chest, his gigantic 24 
inch arms and his washboard 36 inch waist, rippling with corrugated ab muscles.  
Then they started to hit and kick him.  Their little punches and kicks felt like 
nothing to him. Their weak little punches and kicks fell harmlessly off his huge 
rock hard body.  His waist was like an armor plate of corrugated steel with it’s 
brick like muscles totally impenetrable by their weak little fists.  His pecs 
were six inches thick with rock hard muscle.  Their little punches felt like 
feathers.  His arms were so big and hard that he could hardly feel their little 
punches.  And when they tried to kick his legs it was like they were trying to 
kick huge tree trunks of solid muscle.  They never got close to his crotch.  
They tried to grab his arms and he hurled them away like they were annoying 
insects.  And he easily dodged their feeble attempts to hit his face.  Jamal 
laughed at their pathetic weakness.  “You little rats are so fucking weak.  You 
thought you ruled this ‘hood.  You thought you were strong,. But you’re as weak 
as shit.  And you’re all gonna be exterminated like the rats you are.”
  
  Then Jamal smashed his boot into one rat’s crotch, breaking his pelvis.  The 
rat fell to the ground in pain.  Next he smashed his boot into the chest of one 
rat, breaking six ribs.  He fell down gasping for air and holding his broken 
ribs.  Finally Jamal smashed his fist into the face of the final rat, breaking 
his chin and his facebones.  One rat was dead and all the other rats were 
writhing in pain on the ground.  Jamal flexed his arms as the rats looked up at 
his huge young muscular body.  “You get snuffed when you run and you get snuffed 
when you fight.  I’m the exterminator and I’m gonna snuff all you fuckin’ rats.”  
He pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his huge cock.  “I’m gonna cover your 
fuckin’ little bodies with piss.   You’re worse than piss.”  He sprayed a huge 
quantity of piss all over the writhing rats.  They were writhing in pain and 
covered by piss.  Then he walked from rat to rat, smashing his huge size 16 
Marine boots into their bodies, breaking their legs, breaking their arms, 
breaking their ribs.  He kicked in all of their crotches.  “I bet that hurts,” 
he said as they writhed in pain.  “I’m glad it hurts.” Then he smashed the heads 
of three rats with his big boots and broke the necks of the other three with is 
big strong hands.  He loved to hear the sound of bones being broken by his huge 
muscles as he smashed and crushed the little rats.  They were all snuffed in 
less than three minutes.  He threw down the note that said “Gangbangers will be 
exterminated like rats.”  He looked at the twenty dollar bill and said to the 
dead bodies,  “Three dollars apiece.  I’m a real cheap exterminator.”
  
  Calmly, Jamal put on his hoodie sweatshirt and left the alley.  Again there 
were no witnesses.  He didn’t have any blood on him this time.  It was a painful 
but bloodless snuffing.  Seven more rats snuffed by Jamal the rat exterminator.  
He walked to the street and saw one young gangbanger looking around for his 
homeboy friends.  He recognized the banger as a kid his age from school.  The 
banger hardly ever came to school, but Jamal knew who he was.  He walked over 
and said, “You lookin’ for your homeboys?”  The kid nodded as Jamal got closer 
and closer.  “You ever kill anyone?” asked Jamal.  The kid looked a little 
stunned but he knew Jamal wasn’t in a gang so he didn’t feel threatened.  “Yeah, 
I had to kill a guy as part of my gang initiation.  We all have to kill.  It’s 
kind of fun.  Have you ever killed anybody?”  Jamal looked into the killer rat’s 
face and said “Yeah, I’ve killed a few rats.”  The kid laughed.  “I don’t mean 
rats.  I mean people.  It’s fun doin’ some killin’.”  Jamal was now standing 
right in front of the kid.  He wrapped his arms around the kid’s chest.  “You’re 
a rat.  And I exterminate rats.”  Then he squeezed.  Jamal did rows using a 
barbell weighing 600 pounds.  His lats and biceps were incredibly strong.  And 
now all that power was going to be applied to the kid’s little chest.  “Can you 
feel my muscles, rat?  You feel how big and hard they are?  I weigh 300 pounds 
and its all rock hard muscle  Can you feel my huge pec muscles?  They can bench 
700 pounds.  Can you feel my big arms?  They can curl 350.  I got huge lats too.  
They love to pull.  They love to crush. My muscles are so strong.  They love to 
snuff rats.”  Jamal started pulling in with his lats and arms, forcing the rat’s 
chest into his huge rock hard pec muscles.  “Oh fuck!” yelled the rat as he felt 
the tremendous power of Jamal’s muscles.  “Yeah, you’re fucked,” said Jamal as 
he applied full pressure to his squeeze.  Immediately all the rat’s chest bones 
were crushed.  His chest was now half the size as his waist.   To anyone looking 
at the two, it looked like Jamal was hugging his classmate.  But this was the 
hug of death.
  
   “Yeah, you’re right.  Killing’s kind of fun,” said Jamal as the kid looked at 
him in a state of shock and horror.  His chest had been crushed into nothing and 
he couldn’t breathe.  Jamal wrapped his arms around the rat’s arms and chest and 
crushed him one more time.  Now his upper arms were broken and his lungs were 
totally gone.   “Yeah, real fun,” said Jamal as the rat sobbed in pain and 
looked at him in abject fear.  The rat couldn’t breathe.  He had no lungs. His 
lungs and ribs had been crushed into a bloody mess by Jamal’s huge muscles.  
Jamal looked at the rat’s dying face.  “It’s fun killing rats.”  He brought the 
kid over to a building and sat him down.  It was like the kid just needed a 
little rest.   Then Jamal bent down, as if to talk to the rat, and grabbed his 
neck and squeezed.  He could hear the windpipe crackling.  He looked at his huge 
forearms and his thick fingers.  He was so strong.  He squeezed harder and the 
vertebrae broke apart.  The rat was dead.  “Lotsa fun,” he said as the rat’s 
head dropped to his side like he was sleeping against the wall.  He dropped his 
exterminator note and walked away. Another rat was snuffed.
  
  Jamal walked home and beat off again in front of his mirror.  He got so turned 
on by snuffing rats.  He had another incredible orgasm.  He went into the 
kitchen and made a huge lunch.  Then he turned on the TV.  All the stations were 
having news bulletins about the incredible number of gang members that had been 
killed in the last 24 hours.  Four gang members brutally killed last night.  
Seven more smashed and killed this morning.  And then they discovered another 
banger sitting against a building with his chest crushed, his arms broken and 
the spine in his neck broken apart.  Twelve gang bangers had been killed by a 
group of men who were obviously incredibly strong and who called themselves the 
exterminators.  And the police had absolutely no clue who had done it.  All the 
gang members were now in hiding.  They were afraid to go on the street.  People 
in the neighborhood were delighted.  For the first time in years they felt they 
could walk in the parks and let their kids play outside without fear of getting 
beaten up or hit by bullets.  “Whoever the gang exterminators are,  we thank 
them,” said one woman on camera, echoing the sentiments of all the residents of 
the neighborhood.  Jamal’s aunt Brenda was listening to the news with Jamal.  
“That’s the best thing that’s happened around here in years,” she said.   Jamal 
smiled.  Little did she know that the exterminator was sitting with her right 
there in the kitchen.
  
  But there were still more exterminations to go.  Jamal didn’t want the rats in 
hiding.  He wanted them snuffed.   They were hiding out in their apartments or 
homes, and Jamal knew where those apartments and homes were.  Jamal had a brutal 
workout that afternoon and ate a ton of food.  He was ready for another 
extermination.
  
  After dinner he went out in his baggy sweat clothes.  He was amazed at all the 
people walking on the streets, the kids playing, and the old people walking 
around which they had never done as far back as he could remember.  He walked up 
to the house of one of the gangbangers and peered through the window.  Inside he 
could see three gangbangers sitting in the living room smoking weed and drinking 
beer.  Normally, they would have been outside, taking over the streets, but now 
they were forced inside.  Hiding out from the exterminators.  Or at least they 
thought they were hiding out.  The rats were strung out on the weed.  They were 
dressed in white wife beaters and shorts.  Their ugly fat bodies were covered 
with gang tattoos.  On a normal day, when they got all strung out like this, 
they would have roamed around looking for trouble, maybe killing someone just 
for fun. But now they were hiding out.  No guns were in sight and it was obvious 
they weren’t carrying any guns.  They thought they were invisible to the 
exterminators.
  
  Jamal went to the front door and smashed it down with one tremendous blow from 
his huge leg.  He strutted into the living room. The gangbangers looked at the 
huge black teen with fear in their eyes.  They hated black kids and black kids 
hated them.  “I’m lookin’ for some rats.  I wanna fuck ‘em up.” he said.  The 
three bangers looked at each other and one of them said “Ain’t no rats around 
here.”  Jamal sneered at them and said, “I think I see three of ‘em.  Three 
gangbanger rats.”  Then he ripped off his sweatshirt and sweatpants.  He wasn’t 
wearing any underwear and his huge foot long cock was standing straight up.  He 
was already hard.  The rats looked at him and gasped.  Never had they seen a 
bigger more muscular man in their lives.  Two of the rats ran at Jamal and 
started throwing punches at him.  He laughed as their little fists bounced 
harmlessly off his rock hard body.  Then Jamal grabbed the backs of the wife 
beaters of these puny little attackers and held them at his sides.  He smashed 
his hands together like he was doing dumbbell flyes, smashing their two bodies 
together.  Their faces hit each other, breaking their noses and jaws.  Jamal 
brought them back out again and smashed them together again.  He could do 
dumbbell flyes with 200 pound dumbbells and he was applying all that power to 
the bodies of these two rats.  His arms were so big and muscular, big rippling 
muscles bulging underneath his paper thin black skin.  He had more muscle in one 
arm than the rats had their whole body.  And that muscle was smashing the rats 
together like they were made of straw.  He smashed them together again and then 
let them fall to the floor.  Their faces were broken and their chests were 
battered and bruised from the force of the three smashes.
  
  One of the rats started scrambling towards the door.  Jamal laughed. He bent 
down and put one of the guy’s legs on his leg and then smashed down with his 
open hand, breaking his thigh bone with the powerful blow.  Then he did the same 
thing with the other thigh bone.  “You’re not goin’ anywhere, you fuckin’ killer 
gang rat” he said as the rat writhed in pain.  “And neither are you,” he said to 
the other battered rat who was looking at him in awe and fear.  He grabbed this 
rat and twisted his leg, breaking the hip socket as the leg got turned 
completely around.  “I’m your exterminator, you fuckin’ rats. You’ve been 
fucking this ‘hood and now I’m gonna fuck you.  I snuffed 12 rats already.  I 
worked out extra hard this afternoon.  My muscles are all pumped and I’m horny 
as hell.  I’m gonna fuck you all to death.” 
  
  The third rat who hadn’t attacked Jamal was standing there looking at his huge 
body.  Jamal looked down and saw that the rat’s cock was hard under his shorts.  
He walked over and ripped off the kid’s clothes.  He was short and skinny.  He 
probably weighed about 100 pounds.  Jamal was a foot taller and three times 
heavier than this little horny rat.  Jamal’s legs were bigger than the rat’s 
chest and his arms were way bigger than the rat’s legs.  Jamal was solid muscle 
and this rat was nothing but skin and bones. He grabbed the rat and threw him 
against the wall.  “You like muscle, you little rat?  You like big black boys, 
big black boys that are so strong they can break you like twigs?”  He flexed his 
arm.  “Look at my fuckin’ gun.  Twenty four inches of solid muscle.  You ever 
seen an arm that big before?  Look at those muscle fibers.  My skin is so dark 
and so thin you can see every fuckin’ muscle fiber bulging.  And those muscles 
are hard.”  He grabbed the rat’s arm and put his hand on his bicep.  “Feel my 
muscle.  Feel how big and hard it is.  It can break your body and it wouldn’t 
even be workin’ hard.”  The kid ran his fingers around Jamal’s huge bicep and 
tricep, feeling how huge and hard the muscles were.  He tried to pinch the 
muscle, but he couldn’t even make a small dent.  Jamal’s 24 inch arm was way 
bigger than the kid’s head.  The kid couldn’t believe what he was see and 
feeling.  His cock was twitching.  Jamal wrapped his arm around the rat’s little 
chest.  “I could break your chest so easy.  One little twitch of that huge 
muscle and your ribs would be crushed like little sticks. But I’m not gonna 
snuff you yet.”
  
  He let go of the little rat’s chest and bumped his body into the wall with his 
huge pecs, with the little rat trapped between his huge body and the wall.  His 
huge pecs were at the level of the little rat’s face.  His cock was standing 
straight up and was hitting the rat’s stomach and chest.  The rat started 
running his hands all over Jamal’s 300 pounds of muscle.  He had never felt so 
much muscle in his whole life.  “Yeah, big strong muscle,” murmured Jamal as he 
rubbed his cock up and down the rat’s stomach..  “Big strong muscle that’s gonna 
snuff every rat in this hood.  You ain’t shit to my muscles.  You ain’t shit to 
my cock.”  He pushed the rat’s head down to the level of his cock and slapped 
him with the 12 inch weapon.  The kid couldn’t believe how big and hard that 
cock was.  His face was getting bruised by the long, thick weapon.  But he was 
still worshipping Jamal’s muscles, now running his hands on his huge legs and 
calves.  Jamal’s cock was rock hard and he was ready to fuck.  He pushed the 
worshipping rat to the floor.
  
   He grabbed one of the attacking rats and ripped his jaw away from his face 
with his huge arm and hand.  Now there was no way this toothless rat was going 
to bite his huge cock.  He jammed his cock down the rat’s throat and started 
pulling the rat’s head back and forth over his cock.  The rat was bleeding and 
gagging as Jamal fucked and fucked and fucked his face.  He wrapped his huge 
hand around the rat’s neck and squeezed, crushing his esophagus and making more 
friction between the rat’s esophagus and his cock.  “Yeah, feels good,” he said.  
“It’s fun to fuck you rats.”  Then he started thrusting harder and squeezing 
harder.  Finally he yelled “Yeah, yeah, YEAH!” as he came inside the rat’s 
squeezed neck.  He spurt gush after gush of cum down inside the rat’s stomach.  
When he finished, he pulled his cock out and squeezed the rat’s neck until he 
heard the vertebrae popping, succumbing to the enormous power of Jamal’s thick 
muscular fingers.  The rat was dead and Jamal threw him on the floor.
  
   He looked at the rat who was stroking his cock on the floor, the one who got 
so hard looking at and feeling Jamal’s huge body. “Nice fuck.  His neck felt 
good on my big cock.  Better than a cunt.” he said as he looked at the dead body 
and the hard cock of the worshipping rat.  He flexed his pecs and lats and 
stroked his still hard cock.   The rat was rock hard and panting as he watched 
Jamal’s huge black body and gigantic cock fuck the life out of his friend.  
Jamal was the height of masculinity. Big, strong, muscular and virile. Jamal 
walked up to him, picked his head up with one hand and jammed his head into the 
huge crevice between his pecs.  He flexed his monstrous pecs and crushed the 
kid’s face between those huge globes of rock hard muscle, breaking his 
cheekbones..  Then he rubbed the rat’s broken face all over his pecs and abs.  
“That’s what power feels like,” he said to the kid.  “Feel the power of a man.”  
Then threw him on the floor  The kid looked up at Jamal, touched his cock and 
came.
  
  Then Jamal turned to the other rat who had attacked him.  He ripped off this 
rat’s clothes and looked at his very round butt. “You ever been fucked, rat boy?  
You ever had a huge piece of black meat jammed up your little ass?”  The banger 
looked at Jamal in fear and shook his head.  He was a total virgin.  Jamal 
rubbed his cock a couple of times until it was again as hard as a thick steel 
pipe.  Then he turned the rat around so his butt was facing Jamal’s huge cock.  
In one huge thrust, Jamal rammed his foot long cock up the kid’s ass.  The huge 
steel hard weapon broke the kid’s sphincter muscles in half and smashed through 
his intestines.  Jamal started thrusting his hips at the same time he was 
pulling back on the rat’s crushed chest with his huge arms.  Jamal’s abs were 
like bricks of muscle, thrusting his huge cock in and out of the kid’s bleeding 
asshole.  And his huge arms pulled the helpless body back and forth as his cock 
thrusted in and out.  “You’re getting totally fucked, you piece of scum!  My big 
body and my big cock are fucking you to death!”   Suddenly Jamal’s cock burst 
through the kid’s abs.  The power of his muscles was so great that he forced his 
cock all the way through the kid’s body.  This made Jamal fuck even harder.  The 
kid was writhing in pain as Jamal fucked and fucked and fucked him.  Finally 
Jamal grabbed the rat’s neck and started squeezing.  Spasms of pain surged 
through his body, contracting his ass muscles and giving Jamal even more 
pleasure.  Jamal crushed his neck and the final spasms of death surged over his 
huge cock.  He came as he fucked the rat’s dying body, spurting gush after gush 
of his perfect cum.  When he finished, he pulled out his cock, lifted up the 
little rat by the legs and tore the legs apart, spilling all of the rat’s 
mangled guts on the floor.  “Fuckin’ filthy rat,” he said as he dropped the 
lifeless body.
  
  Then he turned to the worshipper, who was cumming again as he watched Jamal 
fuck and snuff his friend.  He picked up the rat, who up until this point had 
only had his cheeks broken by Jamal’s huge pecs.  He had gotten off easy so far.  
“You ever seen 300 pounds of muscle?  Do you have any idea how strong 300 pounds 
of muscle is?  I can bench 700 and squat with 850.  I can curl 350.  I got more 
power in these muscles than you can even imagine. And my muscles love to snuff 
rats.”  He jammed his right arm under the rat’s crotch so his bicep was directly 
under the kid’s balls and lifted him up.  The kid was now riding on Jamal’s arm, 
which he held out to his side.  Jamal grabbed the kid’s ankles with his other 
hand and pulled the kid down on his bicep.  Then he started flexing his arm.  He 
raised his forearm up slowly as the huge ball of muscle started to form.  “You 
feel that muscle, rat?  You feel all that hard muscle?  I got 24 inches in that 
arm.  And that muscle is as hard as steel.  Feel it?”  The kid looked panicked.  
“Yeah, Yeah.  I feel it.  Please stop.”  Jamal spit into the rat’s face.  “My 
muscles don’t stop.  When they wanna bulge they bulge.  And they don’t care 
what’s in their way.  They just smash it.”  He lifted his forearm up to a 90 
degree angle and as he did it the kid’s legs were split apart from his pelvis by 
the gigantic ball of Jamal’s huge bicep muscle.  Jamal’s bicep muscle was so big 
that there was no way those legs would fit on top the huge muscle with Jamal’s 
other hand pulling down on his ankles.  “Oh my god.  That muscle’s so big.  It’s 
so strong.  It split my legs apart.  Oh fuck.”  The kid was in total pain, yet 
he was totally aroused by this display of total masculine dominance.  “Yeah, big 
as a bowling ball and hard as steel,” said Jamal as he looked at his huge black 
bicep that had split the kid’s body.
  
  He lowered his arm and the kid fell to the floor.  He dropped down and rammed 
one leg under the kid’s chest.  Then he put his other leg on top and crossed his 
ankles.  “You thought that bicep was strong.  That bicep’s nothing compared to 
my legs. Each thigh is 38 inches, all rock hard muscle.  It’s way bigger than 
your chest. Your ribs are gonna be little toothpicks to these mothers.”  He 
started to squeeze slowly.  The kid started yelling.  “Stop, stop!  Your legs 
are so strong.  Your legs are so big.  Please stop!”  The kid’s cock was rock 
hard as he felt Jamal’s enormous power.  Jamal sneered.   “A little rat like you 
can’t tell my legs what to do.  They love to crush things.  They love to crush 
little rats.”  He squeezed harder and now all the air was forced out of the 
kid’s lungs.  His face was red and spit started drooling down his face.  “My 
legs think about all the bad things you’ve done to people and that makes them 
real mad.  It makes ‘em wanna crush.  It makes ‘em wanna crush your little chest 
into nothing.  Look at all the muscle in those legs.  My legs are way bigger 
than your chest and they’re solid muscle.  Muscle that likes to crush.”  At 
that, Jamal applied maximum force and instantly all of the kid’s ribs were 
broken as his legs crushed themselves closer and closer to each other.  He 
rubbed his legs back and forth, squishing the flesh and bones even more, so that 
finally there was only an inch between his two massive thighs.  “Like a bunch of 
fucking toothpicks,” said Jamal as he looked at the rat’s crushed chest squished 
between his huge legs.  The rat was now almost dead.  He couldn’t breath and 
would be passed out in moments.  Jamal jumped on his back and rammed his cock 
into his ass.  He wanted to feel the final spasms of death on his huge cock.  
Even though the kid was near death, he was rock hard as he felt Jamal’s huge 
body on top of him. Cum oozed out of his cock as he started to die.  Jamal 
rammed his huge cock in and out hard.  He came in the kid’s ass as the kid died.  
The spasms of death felt wonderful on his cock.   Another rat fucked and snuffed 
by the exterminator.
  
  Jamal left a note that said “Rats can’t hide from the exterminator.”  He 
calmly put on his clothes and left the house.  The bodies of the three rats were 
found by friends a few hours later.
  
  The headlines in the paper were riveting  “Three more gang members brutally 
murdered at home.  Exterminator says rats can’t hide.  Gang members panic.”  The 
gang bangers cringed at the brutality of the murders - the guts spilled on the 
floor, the broken bones, the awful pain inflicted on their homeboys. Now they 
knew they couldn’t hide out from the exterminator.  They couldn’t be on the 
streets and they couldn’t be at home.  They had to leave.  So all the gangbanger 
rats moved away, leaving the neighborhood completely free of gang bangers.  It 
was like a different city.  The people were so happy.  They could walk.  They 
could use the parks.  There was no more graffiti.  Signs were posted everywhere 
thanking the exterminator.  Jamal kept watch over the neighborhood.  If some 
kids tried to start a gang, he’d snuff out a couple of them.  The gangs were 
gone.  Jamal loved to exterminate rats.  
  
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