Jake: Power Worship
by redwolf
The door on the old warehouse slammed open with a loud bang. I stood behind Jake as he
shoved the guy through the doorway, slamming him into the floor inside.
I stepped in behind Jake, closing the door. The room was dark, my eyes adjusting to the
moonlight streaming in through the dirty broken windows. In the corner was a bare
lightbulb on a cord - one of those things that a mechanic might use when working on a
car or that someone would use crawling underneath a house to check the plumbing. I
reached over and turned on the thing, the light almost blinding at first, but rather dim as
our eyes adjusted. I hung the light on an exposed nail in a corner of the space.
It was a large almost empty warehouse space, unused for some years. There were old
wooden crates and trash everywhere, but it was mostly a big open space with a concrete
floor and some exposed iron beams that would be perfect for Jake's job this evening.
More importantly, it was right next to the lake - the very reason the warehouse was
chosen in the first place. There would be "evidence" to get rid of later in the evening.
The man lay crumpled on the floor. In the car, on the way there, Jake had given him a few
well placed punches in the gut to soften him up a bit. The man coughed up a bit of blood,
his breathing was heavy. Perhaps Jake had done some damage already. He probably
realized by now that Jake would inflict even more.
I stood off in the corner, staying out of Jake's way. The night was a little cool; I wore a
motorcycle jacket over my t-shir to keep warm. But watching the huge mass of power that
was Jake was starting to make me feel hot. Very hot.
Jake's a huge guy - 6'5", probably 350 pounds and 26" arms. He just towered over my
5'6", 190 pound frame like some muscled god - I knew perfectly well what he could do
with his fists, arms, chest, legs or feet. Jake had both the immense physical power to
bend men to his will and the skill and knowledge to inflict pain and incredible damage.
Jake along could decide how and when he would use his power - who would live, who
would die, who would suffer immense pain - and it was such an incredible turn on to me.
I felt honored that he allowed my presence as he went about his daily business. I knew
that, at any moment, I might be turned into one of his victims, rather than a voyeur,
getting off his his shows of strength and power. It was at Jake's discretion that I witnessed
these events or that I would survive to live and tell about them or become just another
victim to his force of power and will.
Jake used his meaty hand to grab the man by the back of the neck, forcing him to his feet.
The man was only a little taller than me - maybe 5'9" - but his was thin and weak,
probably weighing in less than me. With only the force of his right hand, Jake spun him
around by the back of his neck, forcing him to face the powerful being that would form his
last impressions of this life.
I watched as Jake flexed his left bicep and forced the man to worship his muscle. He
flexed hard, pushing the man's face into the mass of muscle that would be his doom.
"Lick it, punk," Jake said.
When the guy didn't comply in a timely fashion, Jake grabbed him hard by the back of his
neck and shook the man's head with an incredible force. He placed his beefy palm on the
back of the man's head, pushing the man's face against his flexed bicep.
The man, already in pain from the roughing up he received in the car, trembled. I could
tell from the look in his eyes that he was repulsed by the thought of worshipping this
powerful muscled master, but he complied, running his tongue over Jake's iron-hard arms.
But Jake had something else in mind. After a few moments, he extended his arm and
flexed his immense forearm. Then, as if to fake the guy out, quickly wrapped it around
the man's neck. Jake held his neck in an iron grip as he strugged - the man flailed against
Jake's immense chest and arms, but they were unweiliding. I could tell he was only playing
with his victim. The man remained conscious through this part of the ordeal.
As he held the man's neck between his bicep and forearm, Jake gave him a swift punch in
his side. The power of Jake's fist, bruising and crushing the man's internal organs, made
the man left out of puff of air from his lungs and groan with pain.
My cock was starting to get hard, forming a buldge in my jeans. I felt hot and took off my
leather jacket as I quietly watched in the corner. Jake, this 6'5", 350" slab of power, was
such an immense turn-on, just with his imposing physical presence. Realizing he had the
skills to use that power in destructive ways made me even more sexually hyper-aware,
watching every subtle move of his body, listening to each sound, inhaling the stale air in
the old warehouse, waiting for the one indescrible scent I knew I would sense tonight - the
smell of fear and terror.
Jake let the man's body fall to the floor. He was limp, barely moving, but still conscious.
Jake walked around him, examining his victim. He stopped and removed his shirt,
revealing his massive arms and chest in all their glory.
The man tried feebly to rise up. Jake planted his huge foot firmly against the man's back,
easily pushing him back to the ground. He leaned forward and spit on his victim.
His foot on the man's back, Jake did a double biceps pose. My cock ached at the site of
his thick muscled arms. He looked me, squarely in the eyes.
His piercing, serious gaze communicated all that I needed to know. Jake didn't have to say
a word. I walked to the man and got down on my knees. I licked Jake's size fifteen boots,
realizing how much damage his could do with these huge feet. I reached up my hands
and felt his muscled calf and thigh. I saw the buldge in his pants and the massive chest of
his upper body. Jake stared down at me, his cock growing harder - the blank look in his
eyes made me realize he had reached a strange, almost hypnotic state where his power
and desire took over.
Jake planted his foot against the man's shoulder blade. He pressed harder, the man
writhed in pain. I heard the bones in the man's shoulder blade begin to crack as I
massaged Jake's massive thigh and ran my small hands over the bulge in his pants.
Jake leaned down and took the man's wrist in his massive hand. With a swift motion, he
twisted and pulled the man's arm as he cried out in immense pain. Jake let the man's limp
arm fall to the ground - the arm was throughly dislocated from the man's shoulder.
Jake moved his tree-trunk legs, planting his huge feet on either side of the man's back.
He lifted the man like a rag doll, placing his hands on his underarms.
"Take his clothes off," Jake commanded.
Jake held the man with a firm grip underneath his arms. The man's legs dangled in the air
I as I removed his shoes, socks and pants. Jake set him back on the ground and moved
his hands to the man's side; I ripped off the man's t-shirt, he screamed in agony as I
moved the shirt over his dislocated arm.
Jake moved the man facing towards him again. He placed one hand firmly underneath the
man's chin around his neck, hoisting the man into the air again.
I bowed down at Jake's feet again, licking his boots and massaging his thick calf and thigh.
Jake's bicep and forearm were so thick and muscled, flexed as he held the man in the air
in an iron grip.
With his other hand he began massaging the man's limp cock and balls. There was no
response - the man was very straight and was repulsed by this kind of thing. Jake decided
to get a response of a different kind.
He grasped the man's balls in his massive fist, squeezing them, pulling on them; Jake's
huge forearm bulged with muscle as he flexed. The man screamed in agony as it seemed
that Jake could pull the balls from his weak body, but Jake left them attached. Jake dug
his fingers in deeper around the man's groin, yanking and pulling the balls like some toy.
I massaged Jake's massive hardon through his pants. I knew what he wanted.
Still holding the man in the air, his vice-grip hand around the man's throat, Jake grabbed
the man's limp cock and massaged it with his hand, stroking it forcefully. The man started
to get a hardon.
Jake gripped the man's cock even tighter, forcing the blood into the head of the man's
cock - tighter and tighter he held the cock, his forearms bulging with power.
Still on my knees, I reached up, unzipped Jake's pants, and pulled out his throbbing cock.
Sandwiched between Jake and his prey, still lifted in the air with one hand, I licked the
shaft of Jake's cock and placed my mouth over the head. Jake reached down and gently
placed his hand on the back of my neck and thrust his hot cock deeper into my mouth.
A bit of precum dripped from Jake's cock as he pulled me away. I backed off and watched
as Jake confidently walked over to one of the concrete walls, still holding the man
underneath his chin. He pushed the man against the wall.
Jake placed the palm of his other hand in the middle of the man's chest and removed the
vice grip from the man's throat. He held the man there, pushing him against the wall with
just the force of his hand and meaty arm.
The man gasped for air. Jake pushed, ever so slightly harder against the man's chest. He
struggled, his arms and legs flailed against Jake's powerful body. I heard the man's ribs
begin to crack. Jake let the man fall to the floor in a crumpled mass.
I knew the end was drawing near.
Jake circled around the man, his immense mass casting strange shadows around the dimly
lit room of the warehouse, his steps echoing against the concrete walls.
Jake unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He held his arms in front of him in a most
muscluar pose; I walked forward, dropped to my knees and licked the blood on his hands.
Jake stood there posing for a few moments, admiring his tremendous mass. He flexed his
enormous thighs and calves, allowing me to worship him with my hands and tongue. I
sucked him off even more, wrapping my lips around his balls and sucking on them as he
flexed even more.
Jake pulled me away. He bent down and picked up the man, now barely still alive and
moving, holding him in the air one last time, his huge hands underneath the man's
underarms.
He wrapped both of his meaty arms around the man, moving him closer to his body. He
maneuvered the man on top of his throbbing cock, thrusting it into his tight ass. Jake
wrapped his beefy arms around the man in an intense bear hug, burying the man's face
between his flexed pecs.
I walked behind Jake, running my hands all over his flexed back and arms - his shoulders
were so wide, so powerful. I ran my tongue and mouth all over him as he thrust his hips
forward, squeezing the man tighter, crushing the man's ribs and vital organs, fucking him
to death. I dug my fingers into Jake's iron muscled back and arms.
I feel to my knees, running my fingers and mouth all over Jake's huge feet and calves.
Jake flexed intensely in a powerful orgasm; I came, my cock not even touching Jake's body
- his immense physical power was enough to humble and satisfy me.
Jake let the lifeless body of the man fall to the floor, a heap of bloodied and bruised
crushed muscle and bone.
I grabbed some towels near a sink in the corner of the room and doused them with water.
Jake stood there naked as I rubbed the blood, guts and cum from his body. When he was
clean, he grabbed me in his powerful arms and lifted my lips to his. He gently kissed me
and held me there for a few moments, a god-like being so powerful and destructive, but
capable of such tenderness.
We wrapped the body in a bag that had been left in the warehouse for this purpose and
chained some concrete blocks to it. I would check to see if things were clear before we
dumped the lifeless mass in the river.
I felt no guilt in any of this - the man was a punk, a rapist and murderer who had escaped
law and justice. In the end, his victims and the families of his victims had their revenge
through the instrument of Jake's incredible strength and power. I felt humbled and
grateful to witness what Jake had done, knowing I had seen force that few men are capable
of showing.
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