TEENAGE DESTROYERS
by Pgrazy
It was about 3:00 in the afternoon and I had just finished up with an after school clubs
and was on my way home. With my backpack slung over my shoulder I made my way through the school
parking lot, which was mostly deserted except for a few parked buses and the cars belonging to the
kid's who'd stayed for sports practice and workouts. When I walked around, I had a few view of what
was going on. Crouched beside the Camaro where a few punks and losers I'd seen in the hallways of
school: Randy, Joey the loudmouth smartass, and two other skinny-ass punks. Joey was holding a set
of keys and with one he was carving the word "FAGGOT" into the driver's side door of the Camaro.
"Holy Shit." I said, "Joey, your a freaking idiot man. That's Nick's car, you know."
Joey looked up with me, then stood up, "Yeah, I know shithead. If that steroid-freak musclehead
wants to push me around, fine, but this is the kind of way I like to get my revenge. That fuckers gonna
cry when he sees his car." Joey giggled to himself.
I chuckled back, "No way man. He ain't gonna cry. He's gonna fuckin' kill you. They ain't never
gonna find your body."
I meant it as a joke, but Joey looked pissed.
"What? Who's gonna tell him I keyed his car?" He swaggered over to me his fists balled, "You?
Huh? Dipshit? Wipe that smug smile off your face." "Look, Joey" I said raising my hands, but it
was too late. Joey's fist whapped into my stomach, knocked the air out of me, and stumbled to my knees,
and Joey dealt another blow to my temple. I fell to the ground and smacked my head on the asphalt.
I lay on the ground dazed. Joey down at me. "You say anything and I'll kill you, swear to God! I tell
Nick it was you, dipshit." "C'mon" one of his nervous friends said, "Let's go. He'll be back any second."
"Alright, alright", Joey said, then looked at me "Remember what I told you, dipshit".
Then Joey and the others ran away, laughing.
That Joey was skinny, but he packed a better punch than I expected. I lay on the ground for
a long time, it seemed, maybe 20 minutes even. The sun in my eyes, I felt like passing out.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
My eyes shot open wide. This time there was no sun in my eyes, because it was blocked my a hulking form.
There stood Nick. Looking at what Joey did to his car, he was enraged and breathing heavily.
I was still on the ground, and he towered over me. Only 18 years old, he was a fucking 300-pound
musclegod. His quadriceps looked ready to burst through his jeans, his massive lats and traps stretched
his white tank-top against the wide arch of his back. His triceps seemed to simply hang from his arm, so
much muscle there was. His forearms were knotted, snaked with veins, engorged with muscle and power. So
angry he was balling his hands into fists, and I could only imagine the destructive power in them.
"Motherfucker!" Nick nearly roared. He turned around and drove his fist into the door of the car next
to us. A window shattered and the metal buckled under the devastating blow.
"Hey Nick!" I heard someone say. I looked to may right and saw Tony, Nick's buddy and workout partner.
Captain of the football team, he was every bit a freaky mound of muscle as his buddy. He wore shorts and his
calves were the size of footballs. He wore a cut-off t-shirt and I could see the sculptured ridges of his abs.
"Maybe it was this dude." Tony said, pointing down at me.
I nearly shit my pants!
So enraged he was, Nick didn't see me at first. With a crazed look in his eyes, he quickly
bent down, got two handfuls of my shirt and within a second my feet dangled and swayed above the
ground. Nick held the school's bench-press record, an unbeatable record, so I was nothing more than
a stick in his grasp.
His eyes were cold, "When I'm done with you, I'm gonna toss your corpse in the trunk, and Tony
will help me bury you, you mother-fucker. You'll see what happens to puny shits like you. What happens
when you fuck with me."
I started to flail, "Nick! Please! I swear I wasn't me, it wasn't me!"
"WHO?"
"Joey, it was Joey!"
"That it?"
"...and those losers he always hangs with."
Tony grinned and shook his head, "I always hated those punks. Everytime I see that Joey I just wanna
pound his skull to a pulp. I'd love to hear his spine snap."
Nick looked thoughtful for a moment, "I remember now. I gave Joey shit today. Made him look like a
jackass. Now he wants to be a big man, and teach ME a lesson, Huh! " Nick chuckled.
"Shit man, I think he's the one that needs a good lesson!" Tony smirked.
"Where does he live?" Nick barked.
"Errr....on Crescent."
"Which house?"
"Err...the blue one I think, but-"
"Show us!" Nick let me go.
Nick opened the door, retracted the driver's seat and shoved me roughly into back. With seconds we were off.
Nick and Tony dwarfed the seats of the Camaro. Nick's traps and thick, bull-neck blocked my view so
much I had a hard time giving him directions. Tony's arm was draped over the back of the front seats, the slab
that was his tricep hanging off the rim of the seat.
Jesus, what was Nick gonna do to them?
Nick, had once been a captain of the football team...until a series of "unfortunate accidents" got him
kicked off the team. A linebacker, he had left a path of broken bones in his wake. It wasn't about the game,
it was about fucking people up. Entire opposing teams were terrified of him, but so were his fellow teamates,
all of which, except Tony, were fragile playtoys compared to him. His tackles had broken one clavicle bone, eight
ribs and caused six serious concussions. He had once dislocated a guy's shoulder. I remember seeing the poor dude
laying on the playing field, screaming, and Nick standing over him like a champion. Then, the so-called "tragic
accident" occurred. During a night game, Nick had tackled a quarterback. Within seconds, a pile of other players
were on top of them. One by one, they all stood up and walked away, all except for the quarterback. His helmet
still on, his head lay at an unnatural angle, his legs twitching. His neck had been snapped. Dead, snuffed out
in a second. After the ambulance carried the corpse away and the game was cancelled, Nick jerked off in the showers.
It was ruled an accident, but Nick was deemed too dangerous to be allowed on the field
"There!" I said, "That's the house."
Nick parked down the street. Instead of walking down the sidewalk, the three of us crept quietly across
backyards. Nick held onto my forearm tightly, pulling me. The pressure of his palm was painful, the circulation
nearly cut off and I knew how easily he could break my arm. Each time he tugged I could feel my arm about to pop
from the socket.
We reached the back door of Joey's house.
Nick pulled me close and whispered, "Shhhhh...shut the fuck up. You stay outside. If anyone comes, let us
know. If you run, I'll find you, wimp."
Nick wrapped his hand around the doorknob. It was locked. He pressed his shoulder against the door and
pushed. I heard the wood splinter and pop, the door broke from the frame, and the knob came off in his hand. Nick
and Tony pushed their way in and disappeared inside.
I was outside for ten minutes. I started to get edgy. I tried to listen inside but I heard nothing. I was
dying to know what was going on. Truth is, I was hoping they were beating the shit out of Joey. He deserved a black
eye to teach him a lesson. My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped inside.
There was no one around. Then, I heard voices, coming from the open door that led downstairs. I quietly
crept down, the stairs, trying not to make a single noise, but...*CREAK!* too late! Tony appeared at the bottom
of the staircase.
"Hey, it's you! Join the party man!"
Tony didn't seem pissed. Rather, he seemed in good spirits. I shrugged and joined him at the bottom.
They were all there. Joey, Randy and the three others. It looked like there were playing video games
and drinking beer when Nick and Tony showed up.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Nick, Tony and Joey were smiling. Nick's muscled arms encircled Joey's shoulders, the bodybuilders
thick bicep resting against the boy's neck.
Nick laughed,"Were all friends now!"
"What?" I asked, unbelieving.
Tony chimed in, "Joey's agreed to pay for the damages. It turns out Joey's an o.k. guy...for a pussyboy"
Nick, Tony and even Joey laughed at that, although Joey's laugh seemed somewhat nervous, as if he couldn't
truly believe himself how forgiving Nick was.
Randy and the others seemed a little scared too. Tony's muscular bulk blocked to exit to the staircase and
they looked like trapped animals.
"Jeez guys" Joey said, "Again, I'm really, really sorry about what happened. I appreciate you being cool
with it. I swear," Joey laughed, "I thought this was a trick at first."
Nick laughed and slapped Joey hard on the back, the clutched the boy tight against his pecs. "No hard
feelings Joey. Hey, speaking of tricks, would you like to see a cool trick, Joey?"
"Uh" Joey looked puzzled, "Sure, man."
Tony grinned and shook his head, "Awesome! This is gonna be so cool, man, you just wait and see."
Nick roughly pushed Joey away and pointed to Randy.
"You. Come here."
Randy had a petrified, "deer in the head-lights" look.
"ME?"
"Yeah, you. Don't worry dude, I ain't gonna hurt you." Nick said, waving him over.
Randy looked at his friends, then shuffled over to Nick.
"Relax dude" Nick reassured.
Nick put his hands gently on Randy's shoulders, and turned him around so he faced his friends. Nick stepped
up close behind him, the mounds that were his pecs pressing into Randy's backside.
"Now watch this" Nick said, grinning.
Nick reached around and cupped his hand over Randy's mouth.
"MMppppff" Randy moaned.
"Shhhhh, be quiet" Nick whispered.
Nick wrapped his other hand around the back of the skull, and he gently turned the head to the left. Randy
was now looking directly at me, a frightened look in his eyes, Nick's arms like a coiled python around his head.
Nick put his lips near Randy's ear and whispered, "Time to die".
Randy's eyes went wide, and he let out a muffled scream. Nick twisted the head to the right and *SNAP!*,
snapped his neck like a twig. Randy squawked, his body immediately went slack, his arms flopped to his sides, where
they swayed and twitched. Nick's eyes were rolled up in ecstasy, Randy's in death. Nick continued to twisted the
head, and the neck emitted some more popping sounds. "Snap, crackle, pop! motherfucker! Damn, I love that sound!"
He held the head, savoring the feeling of the body's deadweight pulling on and stretching out the neck. "Gotta make
sure the spinal cord gets severed" he said grinning with satisfaction.
"Randy!!!" Joey screamed.
Nick wrapped a forearm around the boy's belly, and with his free hand, ripped Randy's pants down to his
ankles, tore his underwear away in shreds, then unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans and let his cock out. Randy's
head flopped around on his broken neck, his eyes open but vacant, staring expressionless into space. Nick let him
fall forward, the corpse bent in two and resting on his forearm. Nick pushed his cock in and began to pump, his
cock tearing away at the dead boy's insides, faster and faster with increasing ferocity, "Oh, shit,....oh fuck"
Nick shouted as he mounted to orgasm, feeling the enormous well of cum and pleasure rise up his cock, quickly
rising, about to burst into the dead boy and then "Fuck YEAH!!!" Nick shouted as he filled the boy with a seemingly
endless amount of cum. Nick, breathing heavy, held the boy for a moment. "Feels good" he uttered, then let the dead
boy slide off his dick and flop to the ground.
"Fuck!!" Tony said, "Awesome! Did you hear that pussy squawk when you snapped it! Look, he's still
twitching! Awesome dude!" He gave Nick a high-five. "Now it's my turn! YOU!" He pointed to Joey.
Joey made a sprint for the staircase but Tony grabbed his shoulders and threw him against the wall.
"Where are you going, pussyboy?"
"Oh my God! No, please, oh God" Joey cried.
Tony stripped off his shirt, cracked his knuckles and pumped his pecs. Joey froze with fear and his jaw
dropped at the sight of 290 pounds of pure muscle and power.
"PLEEEEEEASSE!!!!! NOOOO!!!!"
Tony grabbed to back of his head. He clenched his other hand into a fist, held it before Joey's eyes just
to make sure he got a good view before he lost all vision, and like a relentless battering ram thrust his fist into
Joey's face again and again and again. His nose shattered and spurted blood, teeth were bashed out of their gums
and knocked down his throat. Joey began to convulse as he gurgled on his own blood and teeth. I heard the fleshly
pounding of Tony's fist, the wet slap of Joey's blood and the cracking of bone. With each blow Joey's face became
more mishapen. His jawbone became unhinged and blood ran from every opening. Tony gave him one final blow before
letting him drop to the ground.
"uuuhhh....uuuhhhh" Joey moaned, barely conscious, barely alive.
Tony knelt down and seized Joey's arm, wrapping both palms around his wrist. Joey yelped as Tony
twisted *SNAP!*-as easy as snapping a pencil . I watched Tony' enormous backside, as he knelt down and worked
over Joey's body. I would hear a *CcccRRACK!* and the rip of tendons and ligaments, a sound like a turkey leg
being torn from the carcass. Joey's feet would would jump with each snap. Tony flipped the punk over, and pressed
his knee into Joey's backside, driving it unstoppably down, deeper and deeper into the vertebrae, the 290 pounds
of muscular strength concentrated on his puny spine. Barely alive a minute ago, this new crushing pain made Joey
open his eyes and squeal. His veterbrae began to crackle and surrender. Tony savored the feeling of power a moment
and then slammed his knee down. *CRACK!!!* Joey grunted one last time, and then the life left his eyes.
"ALRIGHT!" Nick shouted. His dick was getting hard again and he began to stroke it.
Tony grabbed the head and stared into the unseeing eyes. "That's right pussyboy. Go to sleep." Tony
put his hand on the dead boy's chin and flicked his head, snapping the neck like a chicken and letting the
head thud on the floor.
"Oh yeah" Tony moaned, "I've waited so long to do that again to somebody."
"I know it buddy".
"Damn, I wanted to have some more fun with him. I forget how easily they break."
One of the two remaning punks made a break for the staircase. He made it up six steps before Nick
grabbed his skinny ankles, and yanked, pulling the punk kicking and screaming back down. He dragged the boy
past me, and over the bodies of his dead friends. Nick lifted him up over his head, and flung him onto the
pool table.
"Ahhh!!" the punk cried as he struck the rim of the table.
Nick moved up behind him, wrapped his arms around the punks chest and lifted him off the ground. The
punk was flailing so wildly one of his sneakers flew off. Nick could feel the punk's fragile ribs against his
arms, and clasping his hands tight, he began to squeeze.
"Nooo!!!" the punk pleaded.
"YEAH!! MOTHER-FUCKER!!" Nick shouted into the terrified boy's face.
Nick's muscles began to crush and compact the ribcage. One by one, he heard each rib crackle and snap
and each time the boy yelped. The boy squirmed relentlessly, but Nick held him nice and tight. Blood began to
dribble from the punk's mouth. With each *snap* and *pop*, Nick felt his cock grow even harder and more excited
than ever before. He moved his arms up and down, making sure not one rib remained intact, hugging the wriggling
boy and channeling all his strength into the task at hand. Nick let go when he felt the chest about to cave in,
and whipped the punk around and propped him against the pool table. He yanked the pants down, slapped the crying
boy's ass, pushed his dick in, and began to pump. Nicks massive thighs and quads gyrated against the boy's tender
ass. He put his hands on the punk's skinny neck and felt the bump of each delicate vertebrae beneath the skin.
Nick became more and more excited, his hips and sculptured ass working faster and pushing deeper, each thrust
knocking the boy painfully into the table. Nick slowly extended his arms and flexed his biceps, rock-hard and
swollen with destructive power. "Yeah! How do you like these? Huh? Punk! These babies are gonna snap your neck!"
He shouted into the punk's ear, and then kissed his biceps. Nick continued to thrust, pulled the boy close to his
chest and slowly wrapped his arms around the punk's head in a death embrace, clasping his hands so there was no
escape. Nick felt his orgasm begin to mount, "Oh yeah," he moaned, holding the boy's snug, "I feel it coming" The
boy was in a state of absolute panic, bawling and moaning for mercy as blood dripped from his asshole. "Oh shit,
here it comes!" Nick shouted, as he battered the boy against the table, he felt his orgasm rise up his cock like a
fuse, rising, rising, until it suddenly burst, and Nick wrenched the head and "CRACK!", snapped the head from it's
neck. "UH!" the punk grunted dumbly and the life flickered out of his eyes. Nick shuddered with pleasure and
continued to pump the sagging, li
mp body, letting it flop forward on the table. The boy convulsed and his ass muscles tightened once more around
Nick's dick. "Umm. So good." Nick moaned, panting and wiping the sweat from his brow. He left his cock in the dead
boy and rested his powerful hands on the back of his kill. After a few moments, Nick pulled it out, and the broken
punk slid off the table and flopped onto the floor.
By this point my dick was in my hands, and I was jerking it feverishly.
"You like that?" Nick laughed and started to flex. "How about that?" He pushed his flexed bicep into
my face. Cum began to spill from my dick and arch into space as I shivered violently with pleasure.
Tony, breathing hard with excitement, was almost done with the last remaining punk. His pecs were caked
with the bloody handprints of his prey. The poor kid was sprawled on the floor, his limbs bruised, twisted and
soft like jelly since Tony had broken every bone he could find. His breathing was raspy and irregular, and an
expanding pool of blood lay around where his face used to be.
Nick tapped his buddy on the shoulder, "Hey, Tony. I bet you can't crush his skull."
"Huh? You fuckin kidding me? I can crack it like a walnut!"
Nick laughed and goaded his buddy. "Yeah, yeah! All talk! Let's see some action!"
"You wanna see some head-crushin'!"
"Yeah motherfucker! Show me!"
"Out of my way!"
Tony grabbed the punk's head, pulled him up by it so his broken body dangled from it like a puppet. Tony
flipped him around, and cupped his palms on either side of the punks head.
"Uhhh..."the punk groaned.
"Shut up and die" Tony growled. Slowly Tony began to squeeze the skull, enormous stores of muscular power
flowing out of his swollen deltoids and triceps, all flowing towards to punk's skull, which began to shake under
the pressure. The punk's was desperately trying to pull Tony's hands away, but he was so pathetic Nick burst out
laughing. Tony brought the punk to his knees, the bodybuilder's head was bowed down, all 290-pounds of muscle bearing
down on his prey. The punk began to scream and blood spurted from his nose. Tony could hear the skull begin to splinter,
heard the jawbone snap free. His palms dug deeper into the head, and he could hear the faint squish of the brain being
crushed against the walls of the skull. The plates of the skull began to buckle inward and crackle. Tony's face was red
with excitement, his teeth gritted. Veins began to writhe through the skin of his forearms. The punk's eyeballs popped
out of their sockets and hung against the cheek and blood ran freely from his ears. The punk let out a sickening scream.
Tony roared "C'MON!!! BREAK YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!!!!!" *CRACK!* a squelch of bone and the head burst inward in a flash of
blood. Bone continued to crack loudly as Tony squeezed and squeezed the pulp. Blood, tissue, and skull fragments sluiced
through his clenched fingers, and splattered onto the floor. The punk's body tore free and flopped on the ground, the
legs jerking wildly. Tony squeezed his fists until they were emptied.
"YEAH!!" Tony shouted, kicking the corpse.
Nick was overjoyed. "Fucking excellent!" and slapped Tony a high-five.
There isn't much more to tell. They could've snuffed me out just as easily as the others and left. Instead,
they told me to clean up the mess. They shoved the bodies out of their way, sat down, began playing with Joey's
Playstation and cracked open some beers. I mopped and looked around the house for hefty sized garbage bags. At 6pm,
we heard footsteps upstairs and a voice calling out "Joey? Are you home?" Nick sighed, and looked annoyed and put
down his beer, "I'll handle this."
His walked upstairs quietly. I stopped mopping and listened, as Tony continued playing his video game. I heard Nick's
voice, then a man and woman's talking quietly. I couldn't make out what they were saying until the man shouted, "No wait!"
*SNAP!" *SNAP!" I shrugged. A corpse with a broken neck was no hassle to clean up. I finished up around midnight. It was
late and dark enough for Nick to pull the car into the driveway. We dumped all six bodies into the trunk. There was
hardly enough room, Tony had to snap a few more bones to make 'em fit. By morning I finished burying them as Nick
and Tony sat on the Camaro's hood, nearly asleep. As I spread leaves over the last mound of dirt I expected to feel
Tony's hands enclose around my head, now that I outlived my usefulness.
But it turns out I hadn't. Tony and Nick had much more work in store for me.
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