He was all man and knew it. Some guys have bigger muscles, but no
one is stronger. He walked through the gym like he meant it. I was
there doing cardio. I'd done some light weight training and was
finishing up for the night. I was pushing it. It was almost closing
time but I still had a little more time. He loaded up the bar with
300 pounds of plates and started his bench pressing. He cranked out
about 20 reps before I almost stumbled from watching him in the
mirror so I lost count. The closing manager came in and shooed the
few remaining people out. He knew me so he passed me by, tapping his
watch. I nodded and slowed down the treadmill to do a short cool-down
before stopping. He walked over to the Man and said "We're closing up
for the night buddy."
The Man ignored him and kept pumping out reps. "Hey, buddy," the
manager repeated. "Closing time." The Man racked his weight and sat
up on the bench. He wasn't even breathing heavy and he took a second
before standing up. He was tall, I hadn't noticed before. Probably
about 6'4" and he towered over the manager. George I think his name
was.
"What's your name?" His voice rumbled from somewhere deep in his
chest.
"George." He managed to sound not at all intimidated.
"Well, see, George. I'm not done, so that means you stay open."
He tapped his finger into George's chest and he stumbled back a few
steps. This guy was not only strong but big. I'm not so great at
guessing someone's weight but I would guess it at about 290.
"Well, I;m in charge and I say it's time to close." George came
back at the guy. He wasn't anywhere near as big. 5'10" about 180 I
guess, but he worked out all the time.
"Oh?" The guy reached out and wrapped his huge hand around
George's neck and squeezed. George started choking and immediately
tried pulling this monster's hand from around his neck. "I don't
think anyone your size in EVER in charge." And he lifted Geroge up
with the power of one hand and slammed him hard into the mirror. THe
mirror cracked from the force and the Man pointed a huge finger at
me. "Sit fucking down and pray."
I nodded and watched the man pull George away from the mirror.
There was s mall spot of blood on the reflective surface and I prayed
for George's life and my own. The man dropped George pulled him up
and wrapped one huge bicep under George's throat and the other came
down over his head in a sleeper. In a matter of seconds Geroge's
useless struggling stopped and he slumped, only staying on his feet
because the man held him. He dropped George and stared rifiling
through his pockets. He pulled out the keys and pointed at me
again. "You move one inch and I'll snap your chicken neck boy." And
he disappeared. I trembled where I was and was torn between checking
on George and wanting to live. He came back a minute later and the
Man crossed to me towering over me. "Now we won't be disturbed.
Doors are locked. and he held the keys in his fist and started
squeezing. I could see the muscles in his forearms moving and
shifting and then he dropped the keys on top of my face. They were
mangled. Some had lost all their grooves, some were simply bent, and
I shivered again.
He walked back to George when he head the man moaning and started
massaging the back of his neck, getting the circulation going again.
Once George was back awake again he tried pulling away from the Man.
"Oh no. You interuppted my workout and now you ARE the workout,a
nd he shifted George into a flat position moving his hand into the
crotch and another on his chest and he pressed George overhead. I
could hear George swear under his breath as he was used for military
presses, the Man still hadn't broken a sweat. In a flash the Man
shifted his weight and brought George's back down across his knee and
if it were possible George screamed and all the air pushed out of him
at once. Without standing up the Man pulled George back into his
chest and slammed George's back again as if he were hammering a
nail. He turned to me. "That was two and I don't hear you counting."
I found what little voice I could and started at three. "3,
4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11." At this point the guy got bored and shoved
Georgeoff his knee. George monaed in agony and rubbed his sore back
as if that would help. He tried crawling away and for the next ten
minutes the Man stalked him around the gym. If it weren't so scary
it might have been funny. Every time George got a little too far away
the Man grabbed his ankle and pulled him back. He stomped on George
occasionally, on whatever body part he felt like. When he laid his
booted foot onto George's arm I heard a loud crack and George
screamed again in agony. He rolled onto his sore back and cradled
his arm in front of him. The man picked him up and looked into
George's face. He spit a huge loogie into George's face and
said "That's just the first bone that goes." He picked George up
into a bearhug and started squeezing. The Man's arms and forearms
were huge and I could see the pure power in them. Geroge weakly hit
his back and shoulders to no effect and I could see George's legs
slowly stop moving as they dangled off the ground. Eventually George
stopped moving at all and I heard two loud cracks and a trickle of
blood coming from George's mouth. The Man let go and dropped George
to the ground and stomped hard onto his gut. George scremmed as the
broken ribs were driven even more out of their natural shape. The
Man picked George back up and laid him across his shoulders in a
torture rack. George lay limpy until the man grabbed his balls and
tighted his grip trying to turn them into mush. After his stunt with
the keys I had no doubt that he could. The Man walked over to me
with George across his back.
"You want to live?" I nodded desperately. "Take my dick out."
I leaned forward and undid his jeans pulling his cock free. Like
the rest of him, it was big and powerful and rock hard. "Suck it." It
was an order and I went down on his dick using every trick I knew to
please him. I looked up and he closed his eyes leaning his head back.
George groaned and the Man sighed. "Shut the fuck up." And he pulled
harder. I could hear Georges's back creak under the weight of the
Man's arms and the hardness of his massive shoudlers. He pulled
further and further on George's neck and his thigh. "Keep sucking."
He said to me. I went to town on his dick and only looked up again
when I heard a huge crack. George let out a quickly silenced scream
as his back snapped and the Man started shooting deep into my
throat. I gagged at the amount of semen he unloaded into my belly
and I pulled off as he shrugged his shoulders and George dropped to
the ground blood leaking from his mouth and his eyes cold and
silenced. The Man looked at me. "I didn't tell you to get off my
dick, did I?" I shook my head and started to get back on his dick,
when he shoved my face away. "Hold on a sec." He said. He closed
his eyes and a flow of piss shot out onto my face and body. I didn't
dare move and it seemed as if it lasted forever. Eventually the flow
stopped and wiped the last few drops of cum and piss into my hair.
HE spit on me and smiled. "Humiliate a boy and he'll do anything.
As long as he realizes you're superior to him." He reached down and
pulled me up throwing me over his shoudler in a fireman's carry. He
walked out to the parking lot with me after kicking through the
locked doors and threw me into the back of his van.

I was always so repsonsible. My boss and family wondered what
happened to me and where I was. I didn't know either.

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