TEENAGE DESTROYERS-Part 2
by P_Grazy
"Yo! Get me some more 60's." Nick said. "Hurry the fuck up."
I walked over to the rack and struggled to lift off two 60 pound plates and carried them over to him.
"Jesus." He shook his head at me. "Gimme those."
It was 4 o'clock in the high school weight room. Other than us there were a few skinny kids; gawky
basketballers and prettyboys with some nice abs but little else. All of them stayed on one side of them gym.
This was Nick and Tony's gym now. If you were on the bench they wanted, they'd snap their fingers and bark
"Move!". Anyone not paying attention, who moved too slow, or just didn't know "the scene" got a good, hard
smack across the head. Then they fell in line.
Nick stripped off his tank top and stood there like a god. His pecs were swollen from the blast he'd
just given them. His deltoids were huge and rounded, still engorged with blood from the overhead presses, the
detailed serrations still visible. As he lifted a gallon jug of water, put his lips to it and drank, his bicep
swelled and pressed against the muscles of his forearm. He finished off the water, threw the bottle to the side,
and shot me a deadly glare, "What the fuck you looking at?"
Tony then swaggered over, a cocky smile on his face. "I think he wants to feel it. Don't you?"
"What, this?" Nick raised his eyebrows and pointed a finger at this arm. "Yeah..." he said grinning "I
bet he'd fucking like to."
Nick slapped the two extra 60 pound plates on the barbell, heaved it up into the proper stance and began to
curl, slowly and with measured breathes. 1.......2.......3......4.....
"C'mon man," Tony got behind Nick and crossed his arms. "Make those weapons grow."
Nick's biceps began to glisten with sweat, swelling bigger with each squeeze, a thick vein rising against
the skin. Nick's face contorted into a grin. The burn of the muscles stretching and squeezing, the feeling of enormous
strength and power began to excite him. "Err..." he grunted.
"C'mon!!" Tony shouted, "That the best you fuckin got? Six more man, c'mon!"
Nick's arms began to shake as he heaved the barbell up to his pecs, his face red and about to burst.
"One more!"
With a final surge of power, Nick roared, his biceps contracted and he wrenched the barbell up to his chest.
He let it go and it slammed, deafeningly loud, to the floor. There was, of course, a "DO NOT DROP THE WEIGHTS" sign
posted, but no one dreamed of confronting Nick.
Nick stood there a moment, his eyes closed, his massive arms swaying by his side, biceps twitching, savoring
the feeling of power burning in his arms.
Tony shook his head in approval, "Now show 'em what you got!"
Nick opened his eyes and flexed his biceps hard and tight, and it seemed like the basketball sized muscles
were about to pop through the skin. "Love that feeling..." Nick moaned.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" Tony suddenly said.
"What's up?" Nick asked.
"That fuckhead Mike."
I looked at the opposite end of the gym and saw Mike chatting with a kid on the treadmill. Mike was well known
around the school as a drug dealer, peddling weed and, it was rumoured, heroin. He was a puny kid, but he liked to act
tough and walk around like he owned the place, always thinking he could talk his way out whatever shit he got himself in.
"Selling that shit in here." Nick mumbled to himself. "Worthless fuck."
Tony shook his head, "Addicts, putting that shit in their bodies. Might as well be dead...." he smiled to himself.
Nick closed his eyes again. "C'mon, Tony. We'll just finish this set...then..." he was breathing hard, "...then
we'll have some fun. You!" he looked right at me "You got the camera with you?"
I shook my head quickly. "In my locker."
"Go get it. Meet us back in the gym locker room."
As Nick and Tony finished their workout I ran to my locker and got the camcorder. I was so excited I had
hard time remembering my locker combination and nearly fumbled the camcorder to the floor. Tony had taken it from
the home of some poor fuck he had stomped to death. When I returned to the gym locker room and saw the look on
Nick's face I kept my mouth shut. He was balling his massive fists and breathing hard like an angry bull.
"Look at this!" Nick pointed into his open locker.
It looked like someone had pried the lock off and rummaged through his gym bag.
Tony had his hands on his hips and shook his head "It was Mike. I saw him slip in and out of here, looking
all suspicious. That fucker stole your wallet!"
Nick closed his eyes for a moment. I could make out the outline of his swollen, rock-hard cock pressing
against his gymshorts. I knew he was getting excited just thinking about the things he was going to do.
I jostled in the backseat of the Camaro as it bounded down the dirt road. Not far behind the school were
some woods. Except for a bike trail, it was nothing else than a few square miles of overgrown shrubs, weeds and
fallen branches, all very difficult to navigate through. Further in though, was a clearing some kids had made long
ago; a place where kids would go to drink beer, light bonfires, smoke pot and fuck around with their girlfriends.
This is the place kids meant when they talked of going to "the woods". Nothing much went on there during the day,
but I heard Mike and his boys like to hang out there, using it as a secluded "meeting-spot" to sell drugs.
"Nice and secluded..." Tony said to himself with an evil grin on his face.
I could see Nick's eyes in the overhead rear-view mirror. They were intensely angry-looking and focused dead ahead.
The Camaro slowed down and Nick pulled it off the dirt road as far as possible.
"Well walk from here. I want to catch this bitch by surprise."
We walked through a patch of overgrown wood. A branch got in Tony's way. He simply wrapped both hands
around it and snapped it two. Anything that got in their way they destroyed. Finally we heard the dim sound of
voices. We peered through some branches into a clearing. There was Mike sitting on a rock with a beer in his
hand. He was thin and gawky, wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut-off, revealing arms that were thin and
wasted away by drugs. He was bullshitting with his friends, three kids I recognized as school dropouts.
Nick and Tony suddenly pushed their way into the clearing.
"What's up bitches?" Tony announced.
Mike's friends were about to scramble when Nick raised his hand.
"Chill out dudes. Were not cops or something. Jeez...you guys are a bunch of pussies."
The punks relaxed a bit, but still hung at the out edge of the clearing.
"Hey Nick" Mike nodded to him, trying to play it cool. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, except some fucker stole my wallet from the locker-room today. You wouldn't know anything
about that?"
"Nah, sorry man. Haven't heard a thing."
"Hmm..." Nick said to himself "Too bad. I was really hoping to get it back."
One of Mike's friends, a kid named Tommy, pointed at the camcorder in my hand. "What's that for?"
Tony chuckled, "We're making a movie!"
"No way!" Tommy shouted, "Can I be in it?"
Nick and Tony looked at one another and smiled. "Sure!"
I knew the routine. I turned the camera on and began filming.
Nick waved Tommy over to him. "Come here. The movie were making is called "Feats of Strength, and you get
to be Bitch #1"
"What?"
"Just kidding" Nick laughed, slapping Tommy painfully hard on the shoulder.
One of Mike's friends chimed in. "'Feats of Strength?' Cool! You guys are built fucking freaky! How
much can you bench man? Can you break that branch in two?"
"I can do much better than that." Nick grinned, "Now first, over-head presses!!" Nick suddenly grabbed
Tommy and thrust him over his head. Tommy was taken by surprise and he began to flail "Woah! Put me down!"
"Shut up dude!." Nick said, and then slowly began to press Tommy up and down, his deltoids growing rock hard,
"This is easy! You're a skinny fuck! Bet I could break you like a pencil!"
"Please! Put me down man! I don't like this!"
"Awright!" Nick shouted, then he dropped to one knee, adjusted his grip around Tommy's legs and shoulders,
and with a sudden violent force swung the backside of the flailing boy down hard on his knee. *CRACK!!!* Tommy's
scream was cut short. His body went limp and wilted over Nick's thick leg. The boy was paralyzed but still alive,
completely helpless. His eyes were frozen with shock and he began to make gurgling sounds. Nick cupped one palm
around the boy's forehead and slowly he began to bend the head backward. "AAAAAAIIIEEEHH!!!" the boy screamed
with pain. I began to hear a *CccccrrrCCcrrr...* sound as the vertebrae began to grind and compress against each
other. The boy started to convulse and his eyes went wild as the vertebrae began to dig into and pinch the spinal
cord. His screams rose louder until he suddenly blacked out and went slack. Nick took one hand away, curled his
fingers into a fist and slammed it into Tommy's face, shattering his nose with a dull *CRUNCH!*. Tommy awoke with
a jerk and gasped for air, blood running into his mouth. "Wake up!" Nick smiled "Time to die..." Nick gripped the
head with both hands and gave it a sudden, powerful jerk. I heard the neck go *CRIK!* With a grin on his face,
Nick continued to slowly twist the head and I heard neck muscles tearing. "Shit yeah..." Nick murmured, then flipped
the limp corpse forward onto the ground. Nick stood up, brushed his hands together, cracked his knuckles, placed his
hands on his hips and looked at Tommy's horrified friends. Nick began the rub the outline of his hardened cock, which
pressed between his thigh and shorts. "So who's gonna be Bitch #2?"
Two of the boys bolted into the woods.
"I'll get 'em." Tony said and he bounded after them.
Nick was already two steps away from Mike.
"No Nick! HOLY SHIT!!!" Mike cried, raising his arms and shrinking away.
Nick's fist blasted Mike full in the face, causing him to fly off the boulder and roll on the ground.
Mike fingers clutched his bloody face and he cried out in terror. "HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!" Nick grabbed the
throat, pulled him to his feet like a doll, and keeping one hand on the neck to steady him, Nick leaned back and
then swung his fist deep into the boy's stomach, again and again and again, furiously smashing into the soft,
bruising belly. Mike tried to cry out, tried to breathe, but each pummel forced the oxygen out of him. Nick let
go of the neck and wrapped his huge hands around the boy's thin arm in a close-grip fashion. The boy tried to
collapse but he dangled from his arm. Nick began to apply little tweaks of pressure to the arm, beginning to bend
it like a stick. He smiled. "You feel that punk?" The sharp pains caused Mike to yelp and panic, "No! Nick...my arm!
No!" Mike tried to pry and slap Nick's muscled forearms away, but he was so weak Nick just chuckled. Nick pressed his
face against Mike's. "What's the matter? Huh? Does that hurt, bitch? How about this?" and without breaking his gaze
from the boy's face, he twisted his palms and *Crack!*. Mike shrieked. Nick let go and the boy fell backward, his
broken arm flopped in two. Nick looked around the clearing and noticed a nice thick tree nearby. He grabbed Mike's
ankles and began to drag the boy over to it. When Nick dragged him past Tommy's corpse Mike let out a petrified
scream. Still grasping the ankles, Nick got secure footing, and began to breath hard. "What are you doing?!!!" Mike
cried. Nick shouted down "Are you ready for liftoff? 1,2,3!!" then he whipped Mike off the ground and sent him
twirling through the air. Mike's spine slammed into the tree trunk. Chips of bark flew off and Mike fell flailing
to the ground, his body twisted in two, his shirt torn open and dark red marks spreading wide across his backside
as he began to hermorrhage internally. Nick stood over the groaning, half-dead boy for a moment. He lifted one foot
over the boy's head and held it there a moment, the massive hamstrings and quads just hanging from his thigh, leading
up to his sculptured glutes, curving up into the wide taper of his thick back. The sight of so much muscle and power
standing above its prey, about to deliver the the fatal, crushing blow made me so excited. Nick sent his foot crashing
down. I heard the grinding, hollow crack of Mike's skull and saw his body twitch a little before it stopped moving forever.
"Look what I found!" I heard Tony exclaim gleefully. He'd come back with both punks, now unconscious and
bleeding, one draped over each of his shoulders. He raised his arms and let the punks flop to the ground. He stripped
off his muscle-T, let his pecs bounces, and stretched his thick arms over his head, playfully squeezing his biceps
and twisting his body at the waist. He looked down at Nick's handiwork and laughed, "Nice one! You used a fucking
tree man. I wouldn't have thought of that!" and he high-fived Nick and pointed at the two boys on the ground, "One
for you, one for me...fuck 'em and snuff 'em, baby!"
Tony stripped off everything except for the his gold chain around his neck and stood their like a god,
stroking his erect dick. He noticed the camera, and flexed his right arm into a pure steel muscle. He smiled and
winked, "You got that on camera? How about this?" he gestured toward his mighty cock. "Huh? Awright then!" He
kneeled down and climbed on top of his boy. His nearly 300 pounds of crushing, granite muscles mounted the 155
pound punk, pinning him helplessly to the ground. He pushed his dick into the soft ass and the boy awoke with a
jerk, wincing in agony. "How do like that boy? You ever feel that much muscle? Anyone got some baby oil for the
baby?" Tony laughed out loud. "You!" he nodded at me "Come here. I want you to get a close-up of this!"
Nick pulled his own shorts down and played with his hard cock a little. He then reached down and yanked his
own punk up off the ground. He stood behind his punk and gently wrapped his arms around the boy's fragile ribcage.
The boy began to awaken and moan. Nick whispered into his ear "Wake up pussyboy...time to watch your friend die."
Tony's punk began to squirm and groan. The big guy got annoyed and smashed his fist into the boy's kidneys
twice.The punk cried out in pain, tears running down his face. "Stop squirmin'. I wanna fuck." the musclebeast ordered
and the punk obeyed. Tony reached forward and cupped both hands around the chin of his punk, getting a good grip and
lifting the head off the ground. Tony's hips began to pump the soft virgin ass, each time his cock lifting the punk a
little off the ground and then driving him back down, grinding and crushing the boy's delicate hips into the hard dirt.
I could see sweat build on the musclebeast's forehead and knotty, muscled backside, as his massive body began to pump
harder and dig deeper into the boy's sore anus. Tony's hands began to slowly pull the head backwards, lifting the boy's
chest off the ground. I could see Tony's biceps harden and contract, his chest swell, as he pulled back further and
further, as he fucked the boy with increasingly violent abandon. The boy was in a state of sheer panic, frantically
trying to pull Tony's hands away. 290 pounds of pure muscle continued to pound the punk into the dirt, and I heard
the boy's pelvic bone snap. Tony felt his orgasm building, deep and powerful, could feel the cum about to burst, the
pleasure quickly rising and rising. He loved the feeling of grinding the little bitch into ground, the feeling of the
punk's head in his palms, the feeling and the crackling sound of vertebrae ready of surrender and the cries of a boy
about to die. The boy let out one last sob and Tony gave the head a powerful jerk. I heard the neck go *SNAP!* "UH!"
the punk moaned, his arms falling to the ground and the body beginning to spasm. The cracking sound of the neck caused
Tony to blow his load. The bodybuilder stiffened with pleasure, his eyes closed, his mouth open as he pumped thick
cum into the punk. He continued to pull the head back, arching the boy's torso so far back I heard the crisp *CRACK!*
of the lower spine snapping. It looked like Tony's biceps were ready to explode as he held to the boy this way.
"Ummm....so good..." Tony moaned and he let his orgasm climax and slowly subside, letting the last of his cum drain
into the boy's anus, before unclenching his hands and letting the boy flop forward in a broken heap. Tony kept his
dick in his punk for a moment, pulled the boy's head up and looked into the glazed, dead eyes "That's right bitch!"
and let the head drop to the ground and pulled his dick out.
The punk Nick held in his arms was sobbing like crazy. "Wh...why did you have to kill him?". Nick pushed his
dick into the boy, made sure he had a good stance, clasped his hands tight, and slowly began to squeeze the boy's
chest. "Because..." he whispered into the punk's ear, licking his lips "...only the strong survive, pussyboy" The
boy tried to struggle, but the huge arms were like pythons. Nick's pelvis slapped against the boy's ass-cheeks, as
his vice-like arms compressed the chest tighter and tighter until I heard the first rib snap. Nick's eyes opened and
rolled; it was clear how much that cracking sound turned him on. He quickly shifted his forearms up and squeezed
again, squeezed hard and slow until another satisfying snap could be heard, driving a broken rib into a lung. The
boy screamed and blood began to dribble from his mouth. It was overwhelming, watching the muscles of this 300+ lb
teenage god encircling and crushing the 160 pound punk. Nick's forearms pressed deep into the chest, and the torso
began to lose form and cave in. The boy, with blood flowing freely from his mouth, began to convulse. Nick loved the
feeling of a rib bending under the pressure, the feeling of a rib beginning to splinter at the point of greatest
stress, holding it there for a moment and *Snap!* onto the next one! Nick's hips were working faster, his arms quickly
shifting up and down, sweat dripping from his face and chest and smearing onto the boy, the bodybuilder moaning, his
eyes closed and his mouth half open, his arms squeezing thoroughly and *crack!*, not missing a single rib and snapping
the sternum like a lobster shell. Nick began shudder violently as pleasure began to mount his cock, lost in his own
excitement, his arms squeezing without thought, crushing the boy deeper into his pecs. I heard so many bones snap,
heard cartilage pop and tear. I saw the boy's eyes rolled up in death, his head lolling against Nick's pecs, his puny
body beginning to shrink and disappear beneath Nick's muscles. Nick seized and moaned with pleasure as the boy's spine
finally snapped and waves of ecstasy washed over him, flooding the dead boy with his semen. He held the boy and panted,
letting his cock feel the last twitching waves of sexual frenzy and drain of cum, before he opened his arms and let the
broken and bloody boy fall to the ground. Nick stood over him for a moment and holding his dick with one hand, let a
stream of hot piss rain down onto the cooling backside of the corpse, the cascade washing some of the blood away from
the pink skin. When he was done, Nick stood there a moment, relishing the feeling of triumph ."Shit yeah!" Tony nodded,
"Good stuff..." and he high-fived Nick."Wish we had some more!" Tony said.
Nick looked at me, grinned, and flexed his enormous guns for the camera. "Did you get all of that, bitch?
Huh?" Nick looked to his left, admired his biceps and began to feel the rock hard muscle with his other hand. He shook
his quads for the camera, and lovingly caressed the muscle for a moment."Yeah..." he shook his head with satisfaction.
He flexed his mighty traps, then turned around and spread his thick lats. He then burst out laughing, and made his pecs
bounce and dance. He swaggered over to the boulder, took Mike's jacket, pulled his wallet out of the front pocket. He
used the jacket to wipe the blood off his chest, then threw it on Mike's corpse."Fuck this shit. Let's go."
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