No One Can Stop Me
pete
I look down at the guy standing in front of me. He has his shirt
of, and his tanned skin gleams with a light covering of sweat. His
vascularity is quite impressive, particularly on his arms were a
thick vein snakes across his bicep. His traps rise several inches
above his wide shoulders. His thick pecs glisten. I trace a small
bead of sweat which runs down the crevice between then, then on down
between the twitching abdominal. His large brown eyes look up at me
his face set in an expression of fear. At around 6'2'' he is nearly a
foot shorter than me. I smile at him and reach out placing my hands
under his arms, then lift. He feels incredibly light to me, probably
weighs around 120Kg (260lbs) I guess. His feet start to kick. I stare
straight into his eyes, then I start to squeeze my hands. I feel the
muscle of his shoulders start to move aside, he screams and struggles
more violently. I squeeze harder. I can feel the bone starting to move,
the shoulder joint beginning to pull apart, his huge shoulder beginning
to collapse giving way to nothing more than my slightest grip. A ripping
sound. His screaming intensifies. I want him to put up a fight so I let
him go. He falls to the floor, gasping.
He tries to crawl away. I grab his ankle. He is wearing shorts and I
admire the sweep of the quadriceps as it arches up to his groin. A huge
bunch of muscle surrounding and supporting the knee. This guy has been
squatting some serious weight. I toss him onto his front still holding
his ankle, then lie down next to him. I place my elbow on the floor,
still keeping hold of his ankle. His knee bent at 90 degrees his lower
leg pointing straight up.
``Straiten your leg, and I will let you go''
He doesn't need telling twice. His quads leap into fine definition,
striations covering his fine soft skin and slowly his leg starts to
straighten, his leg muscling my arm down. His leg is nearly straight.
I apply a little pressure and the motion stops. I feel him increase the
pressure, but it does him no good. A leg that squats way over 100Kg, held
in place by my arm. My prick starts to harden and I feel it pushing up past
my abbs.
I apply a little more pressure and he grunts as his leg is slowly pushed
back to the vertical position, a little more power and I can feel the knee
starting to move side ways, the supporting muscle beginning to break down.
Applying full power and a slight twist I slam the leg flat against the
concrete of the floor, the knee snapping, the huge power-lifter muscles
of his leg ripping free of the bone. His scream echoes down the empty alley way.
I flip him onto his front. His broken leg, flapping to the side, causes him
to scream once again. I gently rub my hand across his chest feeling the hot
hard muscle, then down to the abdominals, full and hard. Then on down to his
smooth thigh. I stop and start to dig my fingers into his quad, he screams
and shakes. I can feel my finger sliding between the layers of muscle, the
muscle twitching and contracting around my fingers.
I stand and pick him up, rapping my arms around his upper body. Slowly I
start to squeeze, not front to back but side to side. He begins to hit at
me his large tight biceps bunching up with the effort of each blow. I hardly
feel them. I can feel his chest starting to bow out towards me as his rids
are slowly driven in. I feel his breath blow across my cheek as he once more
starts to scream, begging for help. I feel a sudden jolt, a loss of resistance
as the first of his ribs breaks under the strain, Then suddenly his chest leaps
forward as his pecks give way, ripping clean off their attachment to the sternum.
The sternum in turn with no support cracks for its full length. I smile into his
face, and bringing my lips to his kiss his handsome face. I realize that I can
feel his hard cock resting against my abbs. Contracting them, I pinch his cock
in the valley that runs between them, then gently contracting them in waves,
begin to massage his cock. The feeling must be incredible because he comes almost
instantaneously. As his dick throbs I stop the massage and contract my abbs hard.
His prick caught between then is crushed flat. The blood vessels rupture and blood
begins to poor from his shredded dick.
Time to end this. I let him slip down a little till his head is level with
my pecks.With one hand I hold the side of his head against the huge slabs of
muscle. I start to contract my pecs. His head begins to distend. I can feel
the movement of skull plates under my fingers, my huge hand covering half his
head. He is gurgling now, a soft low moan. With a jolt, I contract my pecks
fully and his head is gone. His huge body hits the floor with a thud. No one
can stop me now....no one.
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