Ultimate dudes

After an awesome work-out I came home to find my door slightly open and didn’t think anything of it until I sensed motion behind me and then felt something with the force of a piledriver hit my left temple and….. bzzzzzzt, the world vanished and I was out cold.
I awoke with my vision blurry and unable to move freely all while looking at this hot dude backward sitting on my chair – waiting for me to come to. 

“Sup, Red.” He said, staring blankly at me.

Wow, haven’t heard someone call me that in…wait. I tried to rub my eyes but realized my hands were tied behind me; my ankles were bound and my chest was duct-taped to a chair. In my own house. I grew angry real quickly.

“Wait, what the FUCK! Who, Wait! Pete? Pete what the FUCK is that you?”

Pete cracked his wry smile from underneath his BEASTIN cap. “Miss me, Red?”

More than he ever knew. Me and Pete were best buddies growing up here outside of Boston. As kids and early teens we hung out and played video games constantly and then one day his older brother brought a weight set into his basement and that was all it took, we both got bit by the weightlifting bug. Real bad. Like, it’s all we did and it’s all we wanted to do – just hit that basement gym every afternoon after school. Lift, eat stuff from his mom’s fridge, and lift more. Flex. Lift. Eat. Flex more. Man it was sweet. But BOOM like all things good, it ended quick. His folks split up and before we could barely say bye, he was gone with his mom back to Florida somewhere. What sucked even more was that we were gonna be Seniors the next month and had just started making plans. Man we were gonna rule. But he was gone and I had no friends. We couldn’t afford iphones then so we didn’t keep in touch. So I joined the YMCA and just kept lifting, kept to myself, and kept getting bigger and bigger. And I Didn’t hear from him in 5 years. Until now. And man the first thing I noticed was that he, too, kept lifting. His muscular body was wrapped around that chair, bare chested, wearing cammo shorts and construction boots. And that INK. Man I liked his style back then and I really liked it now. 

“Cool ink, bro. Check you out. And man you’re still liftin.”

“Back atcha, Red. Man you’re fuckin HUGE too. What you weigh now?”

“234 bro, going for 250 bro by the end of the year.  We locked eyes a moment and I started to yank at my restraints. “Pete what the Fu-”

“Sorry man. Just need to make sure.”

“What bro, its me, we’re friends, remember, right? We’re cool, right?”

“Yeah, that’s not what I mean.” We stared at each-other again for a moment, “See Red a lot has changed for me.” More staring as I just took this in. “And man I hope maybe for you too.” And suddenly he seemed nervous, “Cuz I’m taking a big risk here bro. A huge risk.” 

“Dude, just untie me. Let’s grab a brew-”

“Be right back.” And with that he was gone, out the side door I came in before he clocked me. Left me just sitting there duct-taped to my chair until I heard some loud mumbling and groaning. And then back in the side door came Pete, with his arm muscles bulging as he tightly held another person, a man, also restrained by duct-tape. Only difference from me is that his mouth was taped over. He was clearly fatigued, as though he’d been taped up for a while, maybe days. Pete effortlessly pushed/carried and shoved him into my living room and then just pushed him to the floor where fell with a thud and a moan. What he was moaning was indiscernible.

Pete stepped over the prone captive and leaned into me – we were practically face to face, with the taped up guy on the floor in between us.

“Red, listen. Remember when we were kids and working out in my basement and sometimes we made plans and talk about getting even. About getting huge and just fuckin getting even?”   

I raised my eyebrows. Sure I remembered. Thought about it every fuckin day. Fuck I thought about that and Pete every single fuckin day for five years. “Yeah Pete I guess so.”

“Well, Red, this year I got to thinking that I was gonna start getting even.” He looked directly into my eyes, “Payback time.” He was breathing heavy now, something was gonna happen, he as either scared or excited it was hard to tell until…

“Gonna show you how….” and he yelled out “I DO THE PAYBACK!” And with that he swiftly knelt down over the guy, HOISTED HIM UP EFFORTLESSLY and wrapped a muscled arm around his neck; then he just grabbed the guys head with his free beefy catchers mitt paw, GRIPPED it and TWISTED it, and gritting and snarling he GRIPPED HARDER AND TWISTED HARDER AND WITH MORE AND MORE INTENSITY UNTIL…..Aw man, the muscles and tendons in his forearms FLEXED like the cords of a suspension bridge as he TWISTED AND TURNED THE HEAD until ……….. SSSSNNNAAPPPCCRRAACCKKKKKK. And he grunted out “Aw FUCK yeah, there it GOES, grrrr, fuuuuck yeahhhhh.”

Seeing this, my mouth went dry. And my dick, already hard from seeing my STUD buddy again to begin with, turned to RAGING DYNAMITE when I heard those bones crack like chunky rice Krispies, and when I viewed Pete’s confident smirk as his POWER KILL PAW rendered and forced that head and neck apart with deadly, experienced precision. So many thoughts flooding my mind at this time, yet I was total focused on Pete. On his muscles, on his face and eyes. He was so HOT, so HANDSOME, and so BUFF. If at thirteen he was everything I wanted as a friend; at 22, he’s all I ever wanted in a bro.

Still gripping the head of the now dead guy, he cranked the head upward and spat in the face. “Fuckwad,” he grunted as he slammed the corpse down do the wood floor with a knocking thud. Then he looked up at me, and grinned and huffed out, “Payback, Its all about Payback.” And he looked at me, and then at my crotch which was fully tented with my steel pole dick, and said “Bro, well look at that! Awesome, Red, cuz I was afraid I might have to snuff you too. But clearly you’re Ok with this-”

I huffed out a laugh and smiled. “Dude! It’s me who used to talk about getting big and strong enough to lift a fucker off the ground by the neck with ONE HAND.” I sneered at the body in the ground, “No problem,  bro.  So what he do? Why the payback?”

“Gave me the finger a couple of days ago, in traffic.”

“Cool.” I gazed at Pete a moment and sneered back down at the dead guy, “asshole.”

Then Pete stepped one leg over the body, and standing over it, unzipped his cammo shorts and pulled out his own fully engorged HOG and began to stroke it. Looking at me while stroking his awesome dick, he said, “I came back for you Red cuz I had a feeling you’d be ok with this. That you of all people would understand. You were awesome killing on the video games and were so fuckin amped when we were lifting back in my basement. And we used to fantasize about beating the crap outta those aholes we went to school with. We just started taking about snuffing when I had to leave. You and me, like a kill TEAM. Aw yeah. You loved flexing and getting bigger. And so did I and, aw fuuck,” he bucked his hips a little and a hefty dollop of jizz squirted from his cock on to the corpse below. He grunted and stroked again and again until he was finished. Then he stopped a moment to lick some spare jizz off his fingers, and then looked back up at me, catching my eyes with his. “Fact is Red,” he paused and took a deep breath and suddenly seemed scared kinda and cracked out “Fact is man I love you. Always did. Ever since-”

“Me too.” I blurted out. “Pete, I love you too. Ever since…then….”

He smiled and reached into his boot and pulled out a short knife and slit the tape between my ankles, and then the tape around my chest. I stood up and spread my legs, lifting my arms from behind the chair. 

My wrists were still taped behind me and he started to cut the tape, but I said “No bro, check me out.” And with that I FLEXXED; AND PULLED AND FLEXXXED AND YANKED UNTIL rrrrrrriiiiiiIIIIIPPPPPPP! The useless duct tape gave way to my superior power and my wrists were freed and it felt AWESOME to be free and I started FLEXXXING. Admiring my double bi I eyed him, “Damn bro I benched 640 today, 12 reps. So pumped, so fuckin JACKED.”

He returned the FLEXXXX, “Yeah fuck bro! Killed my 6th fucktard today! So fuckin RAGING!”

And together for a moment we FLEXXED together for the first time in 5 years and man it felt so GOOD. So NATURAL. As we flexed our cocks grew even harder; we drew close, close enough to feel each others radiating heat, close enough that our cock bulges touched – our snakes RAGING to bust free. Never taking my my eyes off his I reached over and down into his cammos, and further down past his silky trail and public hair and grabbed his iron rod and held it firmly, feeling that it was fully wet already with precum. “Pete. Tell me about your first.”

He smiled, paused and reached his super power paw down my baller shorts past my jock and grabbed my cock in similar fashion. Man his hot beefy paw felt SO FINE as it wrapped around my tool. And to be honest, I was so INTO him at that moment, so IN TUNE and BUZZED ON HIM, I don’t quite recall the exact details of his first kill but what he said that I do remember is this: “…felt so ALIVE, Red, so…SUPERIOR. I knew I needed to come here to you. Red have you-”

“Naw,” is said sheepishly, “always wanted to but never had the stones like you, man. Aw fuck I-”

“Dude it’s ok!” He fisted up in a most-muscular and GROWLED. “Ya Ready?”

“What?” But t as I said that he was back out the door and again left me standing there with his dead victim and a huge boner. A minute later he was back carrying another guy all taped up. This one was short, closer to 5′ than 6′ and seemed older. THUD he went to the floor with a now familiar sound. 

We stared at each other for a moment and he said “Gonna be a TEAM, remember!? Your Turn, bro.” And he started FLEXXING again with his left arm as he reached into his pants and stroked his cock with his other – while watching me….

I could taste my heart on my tongue it was beating so hard. My cock was a marble-ized raging HOG leaking Precum like a faucet as I stood there over my first vic. I just grinned and said nothing as I grabbed its neck with my left hand and effortlessly lifted it UP off the floor.   

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Getting BRUTAL in 3 easy steps

Aaron prayed for power all his life
But it never came. So he turned to darkness. He did his research, found the small round silver pendant and learned of it’s power to transform a normal man into a FEAKY HUGE savage BEAST. It’s done in 3 steps.

Step one: wear the pendant for 66 days and work out each of those days getting your body into it’s peak shape. CHECK. Dude you’re HOT.

Step 2: find yourself a victim; he should also be in good physical shape; wearing the pendant and black clothing – strangle the victim to death.
CHECK – Mike is now dead.

Here is step 3, and the aftermath:

Hold the pendant tightly and make a promise that with the power you’re about to get, you will become the enemy of normal humans.

He released the corpse of the pizza guy, held his pendant in his hands and knelt at the bedside. Sneering, He said out loud: “make me HUGE, make me strong and I swear I’ll make a HELL ON EARTH. Humans will PAY.”

BOOM! The pendant heated up and sent charges of electric current into his hands and then his arms and after a few seconds his entire body. It felt like 1000bolts of pure POWER along with the ecstasy of 1000 ejaculations. His body grew – muscles swelled up – his arms grew from 15″ to 22″ GUNZ and his chest and back blew up up and out, ripping out of the black wife beater with a vengeance. When he stood he had grown a few inches but added easily 120 pounds of steely dense fuckin muscle over his body – he became a 300 pound freak in less than a minute.

He put the pendant back on his neck and unzipped his pants to expose a mammoth dick, wet with precum and ready to blow.

Which brings us to the optional STEP 4: change your victim.

He licked his lips as he positioned himself over his kill – straddling Mike around his dead hips and started jacking off. It took 10 seconds to blow an initial load of normal white jizz – it landed on the dead Mike’s chest soaking into his shirt. But this was his last volley of normal human cum, and it was followed quickly by a second, more POWERFUL ejaculation – this one more intense and more euphoric than any he had ever experienced. It built and built and…..fFFFUKKKINNNN BUILT UP UP UP until he erupted a load of jizz so powerful it was like a gunshot. Inhuman MONSTER JIZZ spewed out of his superhuman cock and hit the wall 6 feet ahead of him. It was pitch black ooze and It burned into the wall like acid. He was in such euphoria and excitement over this awesome change that he almost forgot his buddy. BUT he gained his senses enough to aim his python dick at the mouth of his victim. Ropes of Thick chunky black jizz coated mikes lips – and Aaron reached down to open Mike’s mouth as another round of jizz shot into his mouth and ran down his throat.

Mike was not burned by the new superjiZz but it singed and corroded everything else it touched, the floor, ceiling, glass window, rug and sheets.

Arron dismounted off Mike and stood back, holding his still THROBBING HARD COCK in anticipation of what happens next…

The superjizz rolled down Mike’s tongue and throat and took immediate effect – his heart began to beat anew – but with an inhuman rhythm and power.

Mike blinked his eyes and immediately started licking his lips for the excess jizz – he reached his hands instinctively to his chest and scooped up more excess and fed it in his mouth sucking it down. He stared at his hands, sneered and FISTED up. He sat up and looked at Aaron – with an increasing grin on his face.

“So it fuckin WORKED?!?”

Aaron tossed Mike the pendant “Fuck YEAH bro! Here, ask for the power like mine, and make a promise to become an enemy of humans. DO IT QUICKLY OR DIE FOR GOOD!”

Mike grabbed the metal and gritted out between his teeth which were still a little black with Aaron’s jizz: “make me HUGE! I promise I’ll be an enemy of all humanity!”

And Again, BOOM.

Less than two minutes later a 350 pound Mike, fueled by dark force aggression, anger and fearlessness – KICKED in the door to the next hotel room and was gleefully strangling a victim of his own in his awesome superhuman beefy paw.

They both got what they were seeking all along. In 4 easy steps.

Bradley, the psych major

The next day I found Bradley chillin out Watchin replays from the Stanley Cup finals. His bulging body was still concealed under all his sweat gear – you could see his peaks whenever he flexed – which was often. So Bradley, usually dudes who get the app have a sort of reaction -kinda wild and outta control. You are different – you seem totally in control since I nailed you yesterday.

“It’s all about control for me, Jax. The size and muscle is awesome but the power of the mind is the fuckin best.” Just then the doorbell rang. “Check it out Jax – I’ll show ya WILD.” He grinned at me but then composed himself as he opened the door.

It was the pizza delivery guy – the one that always “got the math wrong” and eeked out extra cash for tips – he pissed the guys off all the time, the cheat. “Large mushroom” he said. Bradley looked into his eyes and held his stare. “Thanks but you know what asshole,”. Bradley said as he held the guys stare “we’re sick of you ripping us off just cuz we’re frat boyz – and you rip off the guys at NU next door. Fuck you. Fuck your need, your obsession to rip off people cuz of what, your brother used to taunt you in school? Did he tease you about what a wimp you are and how you have a tiny little dick that’ll never grow?”

The pizza guy just listened, dumbfounded, and slowly slowly began to fade, look distant.

“And I bet that dick has NOT grown much has it, fuckwad? A shriveled up useless cock is what you have and ya know what a shriveled up useless fuck is what you are. You have no purpose on this earth and the fact that you are even breathing in air is a crime. You, in your uselessness, are wasting air that the rest of us need to breathe! You SUCK for doing that. It SUCKS that you’re alive.”

Bradley stepped back and took the pizza from the guy who was now crying – looking lost, vulnerable. Bradley handed me the pizza and winked at me – and whispered, “first time, so wish me luck!”

He took a switchblade from his hoodie and opened the knife. Held it up in front of the guy and resumed the stare into his eyes: “here man, best thing you can do is…well, you know…” And he took the knife and playfully wiped it across his own neck as if he were cutting his throat. Grinning he handed the knife to the guy with a dead cold stare, “years of torment, years of failure, years of small cock can just end right here. So here you try.” And without hesitation the guy grabbed the knife and in one purposeful brutal SLICE opened his own neck. Gagging he dropped the knife and fell to his knees grabbing at his throat.

Bradley turned to me, “see Jax I was always the good guy, the one they could approach, the guy with he warm blue eyes. The one who people came to with their problems. I Listened and I felt for them and helped them … So it was natural I go into psychology as a major. Since yesterday though,” as he said this He FLEXXXED for the first time today – and grabbed his hoodie sleeve one one side and RRRRIPPED it off at the shoulder and then repeated with the other side. “Since yesterday Its been different man. I listen to them but they seem so insignificant now. So….useless. Their problems are shit to me now.” He fists up and admires his GARGANTUAN GUNZ and sneers at me, “and all I wanna do is control their minds first, and then fuckin do THIS!” And he reached his mega meaty paws down to the bleeding twitching guy and grabbed at his skull and in one VICIOUS SQUEEZE – cracked the guys skull with a resounding POP!

Looking back at me, fisting into a mega DOUBLE BI and flashing those captivating eyes of his – he whispered in total control, “fuck yeah. Thanks Jax.”

The app did it’s work. With the SIZE AND MUSCLE to back it up – This dude just turned into a MENTAL FUCK THUG. What was once compassion has now turned to contempt.

What were once warm bright blue eyes have now become cold gray knives that can dig into your mind and soul and tear you to pieces without anyone noticing.

Who was once a promising psychology student is now thanks to the app an ALPHA KAPPA brotha.

Drifter

CJ climbed in and we drove another 10 miles up to a turnoff into the lower Mohave desert scrub. It was 6pm still plenty of daylight to test the app outdoors.

I instructed, Get out here. We stood in the open desert – miles from any activity except for the occasional passing car.

He was anxious so I got right to business. Aimed the app at him and slammed it’s modified max setting at him…….nothing. Shit. Tried again as the dude stood there confused … Still nothing.

“So do ya want me to suck ya off?” He asked unclear on why we were there.

I snickered, not yet man. Not until I get this fuckin thing ta work….

Then I remembered, this app was transdermal – it didn’t work the usual way ! I noticed his thin elastic wristband, naw that won’t work.

I took off my black leather wristband and set it atop the hood of the truck, aimed my phone and nailed it for a full 30 seconds with the max setting. Then gave it to him. Go on put it on I said.

He slapped it on. And immediately he fisted up but then grabbed and pulled his arm down with the other arm. He looked scared “what the fuc—“. His arm spasmed and he fisted up again and he began pumping his arm over and over . “Can’t stop! I can’t stop flexing!” he looked to me as if for guidance “what’s happening what did you do to—“. And then he swooned “AWWWW fuckKkkk!”‘ He cried out – in a tone more bold than he’s used so far- and grabbed his head with his hands – and looked directly at me gritting his teeth and lookin mighty handsome – and I could see in his eyes the drugs he was on had dried up, cleared up in his brain and his mind was restoring itself. His eyes showed clarity for the first time today. I also noticed dark stubble beginning to grow on his chin – he was quickly growin a beard.

He sneered lustfully and grunted out:
“Whadja do man, whadja do ta me man?” He was staring at me as he fisted up both arms and pulled a double bi – and yeah his arms were swelling and I could see below his ratty red tee that his body was shifting, muscles growing, writhing, bulging – and judging from the ever widening grin on his newly bearded face – the feeling was AWESOME. And his skin, man. His pale skin seemed to become even more translucent in relief of his throbbing veins.

“Clothes gettin tight, damn my dick is so boned!” He reached a paw down into his pants and grabbed at his dick and started workin it. “Aw fuckkk feelin it man- feelin power surge up from my nuts and into my entire fuckin body man mmmm”. He spread his legs apart – his black boots kicking up dust as he planted them down with a thud – “fuck my legs feel like fuckin weights – so heavy !”

He grinned and fisted up again and this time his shirt rode up up up to expose his abs which were quickly cobbling into a shredded 8 pack as his waist tapered and his legs BLEW UP as his massive quads pushed the denim to it’s max – you could see his glutes, hammys and quads bulging below his now tight jeans. And his calves BURST up and out of the cuffs above his boots revealing football sized mounds of muscle supporting his newfound stature. He started growling like an animal and laughing – looking at me he said “grrrRRRRRR! Jax! it’s awesome! I can feel it …. FEEEL the power surging inside me – building up UP UP man, like it’s gonna ….unnghhhhrrrrr. FUCKKKK! GRRRRRRR !”

And in a matter of moments his entire upper body EXPANDED and grew up and out with a VENGEANCE.
His clenched fists BULGED with meaty vice like strength as his forearms exploded with muscle, tendons and snaking veins that gorged up his arms like pipes and fed his MAMMOTH new biceps and triceps the altered blood they needed to grow like this.

He cried out: “FUCK YA MAN MAKE ME HUGE MAN GONNA BECOME A HUMAN WEAPON YEAHHH!”

And as he FLEXXXED IN INFATUATION OF HIS GROWTH- his GUNZ and his shoulders, DELTS, traps and pecs ERUPTED WITH SIZE and throbbed with killer power as his muscles BURRRRST outta his shirt like it was tissue. His white skin seemingly reflecting off the setting sun. He was Grinnin and sneering at his arms as they rippppppped out of the shirt and he was repeatedly shouting out things like “FUCK YESSS!” “GETTIN HIUUGE MAN!”

The growth subsided and he licked his lips and kissed his BULGING biceps as he flexed in the aftermath. “AW YEAHH SO FUCKIN HUUUGE MAN! AND NOW MAN…. IM FEELIN SO FUCKIN AGGRESSIVE……FEEL LIKE I GOTTA CRUSH SOMETHIN OR PUNCH SOMETHIN NOW!” His eyes grew wide and He charged at my truck but I blocked and tackled him.

NOT my truck bro. Here – whale on me – man HIT my abs. And I tore off my shirt and flexed my 10 pack and egged him on: C’mon puny FUCKA nail my abs cmon dweeb! Do it! Do it!

This taunting threw him into a rage and he fisted up and WHALED on me over and over with everything he had – He must have driven 20 blows before stepping back and grinnin at me. I kept my balance but MAN could he pack a punch! He was ECSTATIC over his power – flexing and rubbing at his dick “gotta jack my dick bro!” He smiled as he yanked out his newly MAMMOTH cock, oozing supercharged precum – glistening in the afternoon sun….

Just then we heard a vehicle approaching on the road. His eyes LIT UP and he licked his lips as he tucked his dick back in his pants. He took deep breaths and fisted up as he watched the vehicle, a van of some kind, approach.

He knew what he wanted to do – at this point I was just a bystander.

CJ timed himself perfectly and leapt in the road in front of the oncoming vehicle and stood there smiling, eggin the van to hit him but the van swerved off the road and crashed to a stop against a boulder in a shallow ditch.

Go get em tiger! I encouraged him but he did not need it – he was already charging the wrecked vehicle – a state of California corrections facility transport van. He grabbed and YANKED The driver door clean off and holding the door aloft BENNNNNNT it clean in half while hollering a rebel yell that echoed throughout the desert.

He looked so hot standing there wearing his black boots and tight ripped jeans, and my wristband- all in stark relief to his white skin wrapped taut over his expansive hyperstrong muscles mapped with thick blue veins – legs askew, hands crushed into the metal – grinning like a school kid. Hard to believe just moments ago he was a listless methed out bag of bones .

He chucked the metal door into the sagebrush, reached in and grabbed the driver and pulled him out by his collar – holding him in mid air – and snarled at the driver “why are they going to the pen?” He was referring to the 3 inmates, pinned in the rear amongst the wreckage. The driver replied meekly: “2 are convicted pedophiles; they raped kids. The other killed his wife’s boyfriend and some others….He’s the toolbox killer.”

CJ sneered back at them, tossed the driver away and barked “RUN!” And the driver high tailed it away, allowed to escape. Turning his attention back to the inmates he PUNCHED his mega fist into the van, and TORE the metal away like tinfoil. He stared at the “toolbox killer” and smiled.

He said to the murderer: “Dude I saw you on TV! you are FUCKIN CREATIVE! Using Your drills and hammers and saws and shit to snuff those fucktards, so cool!” He reached out and helped the guy to his feet, and then busted the dudes hand cuff chains so he was free to use his hands, yet the cuffs and chains still dangled on his burly wrists.

CJ Asked, “Bro, whaddaya regret – the kills, or gettin caught?”

Without hesitation the killer replied, Grinnin, “gettin caught!”

CJ huffed out a laugh, “Dude, watch this!” The killer complied.

Then CJ reached in with both super paws of his and grabbed each pedophile punk by the neck – one in each paw. He hoisted them out of the wreckage and carried them back to me, as they writhed in fear and in pain and desperately trying to breathe. They kicked and tried to pry loose from his grip but he was just too fuckin BIG AND STRONG. He smirked at their feeble efforts to free themselves. He signaled for the toolbox killer to come close as well. I noticed the killer was simply gazing at CJ – admiring him with a BONER raging.

CJ stood before us, legs spread wide, boots planted strongly to the ground, jeans straining to contain his legs and his awesome dick, his torso firm like a steel I beam supporting his throbbing ANIMAL upper bod and arms as they effortlessly held the two victims-to-be in the air. And that bright white grin on his cute face.

He spoke: “Jax, all my life I’ve been the scrawny loser – the fuckin dweeb. and all my life I’ve prayed, PRAYED for size and strength, prayed at church and before bedtime – prayed to god – just please even the playing field for me- just give me some stature, some backbone, muscle! But no. Nothin doin. Always the meek, the dweeb. So I started smack and meth and shit just to cope. But Then last week…hah…last week – I met up with a guy who said ever try praying to Satan? Fuck no I said but I’ll give it a try. So I did man- I prayed to Satan JUST LAST NIGHT! I asked for size and power and man i promised him: you make me BIG and ya know what I’ll do BIG SATAN- I’ll repay ya, I’ll make a hell on earth for ya! And LOOK WHAT HE DID!”

Well actually I did that – it was my app that changed you…..

He grinned. “Yeah. But the BIG S…HE made it all possible and got us together – you stopped and picked me up Jax. ”

He’s got a point. That diversion in the truck that caused me to miss the 14 ….maybe fate or maybe evil intervention….but I never would have seen CJ if not for that.

He laughed, and called out “Hey BIG Satan, I told ya I’d pay ya back so….this ones for you BIG GUY! My first kill!” And with that he squeezed his left fist in on the punks neck – so powerfully and so quickly that the assholes eyes popped out from the mega pressure of Cjs squueeze. He sneered as his arm muscles writhed with power and chuckled as the eyes bobbed out from the skull and down hanging by nerves. “FUCK YEAH! I’m a murderer now. SWEEEET! ” Blood gushed over his hand as he ground his fist tighter and tighter and felt all that bone, cartilage and tissue and the spinal cord just CRUSHED TO PASTE in his awesome grip. His cock was like dynamite in his pants.

The toolbox killer was cheering, “Yeeehaw! fuck yeah dude that rocked bro !” He grinned and fisted up in support of his new best buddy.

CJ looked to him and smiled at his fellow killer. – “Aw man it feels GREAT bro! The bones crushing in my hand, man that’s the fuckin BEST”. And he then HEAVED the twitching corpse into the sagebrush and pumped out a bloody bicep FLEX. “What’s your name bro?”

“Paul.”

Paul, the toolbox killer was 48 years old and well built at 6’ 210 thug pounds – he was a contractor who found his wife of 25 years sleeping with some young musclestud from the job site. He saw them fucking in his house, In his bed – snapped mentally and a week later killed the guy, his wife, and two friends of theirs. He tortured them first with wrenches, screwdrivers, and hammers and then finished them off with saws, awls, and a good drillin to the head. They all had it coming – he was a good, decent guy. They were the assholes. Now, everyone- they’re ALL ASSHOLES.

CJ turned to his left paw, and the punk held there and said to me quietly “Jax this next one is for you …”

Grinning at us both, he lifted the punk above his head with both arms and then with a mean ferocity THREW the guy to the ground with such a concussive force it shook the ground. He then picked up the damaged guy by the ankles. The punk was screaming for his life and was now held upside down by his ankles. Smiling evilly, CJ just STRETCHED those puny legs apart ….stretcchhhh…the guy screaming up a storm….ssttrreettcch ….. until: SSSPLICKKK-SCCRAATCHHH CCRAACKK! He yanked both legs outta their hip sockets – and then using his foot at a weight, held the body down at the crotch while YANKING – UP UP UP With the legs until they both TORE OUTTA the guys hips – his pelvis and spine and ankle bones all Cracking in unison. Blood flying everywhere like rain. CJ then held the legs up in the air like a trophy allowed the blood to drip onto his white hot body and then tossed the legs into the sagebrush.

CJ Was going ANIMAL. “Gotta FUCK! Gotta fuck SOMETHIN NOW!” He then knelt down to the twitching still alive punk, and took his python cock out – and RAMMED IT into the open gaping hole at the left hip – and humped furiously until he SCREAMED in orgasmic delight – shooting load after load of his hot muscle jizz into his victim. “Cool so cool! Now gonna finish him off,” he huffed.

Licking his lips, CJ wrapped his now beefy, huge hands around the guys skull and SQUEEEEZED……SQUEEEEZED….until CRRACKKKKGGGLITCHHHHH. The skull exploded in his hands. Popped open like a terra cotta pot and SQUSH went all the gray meter and bloody
pulp. CJ bathed his hands in it for a moment and then flung the goo off and then tossed the remains of the punk into the desert. He wiped his hands clean on his jeans leaving blood stains on them. “War paint ” he grinned.

He looked at the toolbox killer and held up his bloody fingers – “your turn Paul – an I still got some blood for lube, bro.” And in a moment or less, CJ Had his fingers up Paul’s chute, prying it ready for a BIG show. And Paul was more than eager, and more than ready to join in this party.

Just before he plunged his steel mega dick into Paul’s begging hole, CJ Asked “how many d’ya kill bro?” And then PLOWED the hole…

“FOUR” shrieked Paul as his virgin ass was violated – “fuck YEAHHHH!” And as CJ Began pumping his butt into ecstasy Paul huffed out in rhythm of CJ’s thrusts – “Wish…..it ……was…… 40!”

CJ grinned widely as he pumped Paul’s ass to shreds; he was JACKED to be fucking an older dude and was hoping his instinct was right – he’d change this daddy into a monster like himself. Already it started – CJ’s evil, app-enhanced precum has already smeared into Paul’s shredded rectum, and seeped into his bloodstream.

CJ pulled out before jizzing – and stared into Paul’s silver blue eyes. Paul was panting, out of breath from the fucking he just took, and shaking and sweating – but his eyes said he WANTED THIS and was ready for what comes next.

CJ Hissed: “pray to Satan for power! Do it – repeat after me: satan make me strong, make me invincible!”

Paul repeated “satan make me strong, make me invincible!”

CJ: “I sell my soul to you satan for HUGENESS! Make me a BRUTAL BEAST!”

Paul: “I sell my soul to you satan for HUGENESS! Make me a BRUTAL BEAST!”

CJ grinned at his buddy, “cool!”

Paul: “cool!”

CJ, laughing: “no not that! But ok repeat this last line: “give me this power and for you satan I’ll make a HELL ON EARTH!”

Paul: “give me this power and for you satan I’ll make a HELL ON EARTH!”

They grinned at eachother and Paul began to tremble even more. CJ then thrust his messy shitty bloody cock in Paul’s face. “Clean it and suck it all down bro – and drink my fuckin JIZZ – every drop – got it!?!” He commanded.

Paul gleefully complied, first licking the blood and shit off and then taking in CJ’s monster python cock in his mouth. Moments passed like hours until with a violent bucking and an ANIMAL SNARL – CJ Erupted load after load of jizz into Paul’s belly. And considering it was his first time ever swallowing DNA, Paul did great – he caught most of the torrent of jizz that spewed out of big CJ and chugged it down like a champ. As the big guy was climaxing and shooting his load he cried out: “take it baby take it for SATAN, take it for POWER take it for EVIL! Tell me ya want it tell me ya gonna give it all for SATAN AND EVIL! HELL ON EARTH!”

To which Paul replied after guzzling down CJs sticky evil syrup – “yeahh man gonna GET BIG MAN, GET EVIL man, gonna…gonnaaaa…grrRRRRRRR! GRRRRRRRRR!” And he sneered as he too began to GROW AND RAGE.

CJ Looked at me and winked – “gonna be cool ta watch this dude CHANGE!”

Yep, testing complete. App works fine when delivered via skin or body fluid. And the app rules apply: only the assholes get snuffed.

Later, the dudes got an idea: break out 2 more killers and posse up! 4 THUG MURDERERS. The both of them, that HOT dude doing 25 to life in New York, John Katehis…..and I suggested Aaron Hernandez, in jail awaiting trial on 3 counts. Toolbox said “Fuck yeah! That tatted NFL dude! He’ll be brutal!” Both killers were psyched to imagine 2 more SUPERSTRONG EVIL THUGS joining up with them – and both those dudes have been in lockup for a while so they’re HUNGRY.

Fuck yeah I like that idea. And I know just the way to break the other 2 out. Heh. Gonna be fun.

Dudes interrupted

Ty and Stew met a few years back at a construction site. Ty was a welder and Stew a crane operator, and both, at 6’ 3”, and over 240 lbs of burly muscle each, were easily the biggest guys on the site. The both had similar styles: bearded, tatted powerlifters with a cool, distant attitude with any guys who were smaller, more insignificant. Which is pretty much all the guys they meet. They fucked chicks at the time – more as trophies than anything. And they both loved their own rank – their own combination of smells at the end of a long day workin. To both it was the ultimate turn on. So they attracted to each other right away, and after a couple of beers and ‘gars after work one night in a local motel, Stew found himself inhaling Ty’s crotch, which led to sniffing Ty’s dick up close and, fuck yeah wham! – sucking Ty’s dick (any dick) for the first time. After only seconds, without barely even trying, Ty shot a huge load of jizz into Stew’s mouth, which Stew instinctively gulped down, savoring the taste and the smell, and the sudden sense of power he felt as Ty’s DNA raced through his body, attaching to him, making him a better MAN. A few moments later the roles were reversed, and Stew was blowin a load into Ty – swapping his DNA back – completing the most intimate power swap possible between 2 dudes. They also discovered each other’s lust for muscle and RANK, and between flexin and chowin down each other’s sweat, shit and piss – they realized they didn’t NEED anyone else. The night was awesome, and after they dropped the chicks, and got even bigger, gaining 15 pounds and counting of pure muscle, workin out together. The pair would meet up and fuck like this for years ahead whenever they worked at the same site. Always discreet. And always ending in a FLEX OFF or some kinda strength competition between the two.

Tonight would be no different. Stew was on site already in the day when he saw Ty drive in with his black F150 Turbo. Due to fucked up scheduling, it had been a few weeks since they met up – and when they spotted eachother, instant fuckin BONERs on both. Usually discreet, and careful about their encounters, this time they needed immediate gratification – so they ducked behind a dumpster far off from the site activity for a quick one. Stew already had Ty’s dick in his mouth, hungrily sucking while Ty was pounding his face – when they heard “HEY! What the FUCK are ya DOING?” They both stopped and turned to the voice, seething with anger that they were interrupted.

It was the new site manager, some guy named WhatTheFuck – who found them. They quickly recovered , and belted up while the guy approached them. “You guys are FIRED. None of this shit on this site, you know the rules. Fuckin FAGS, get the FUCK OFF THE PROPERTY NOW!”

The looked at eachother in this moment. They both thought, as if in mental connection with eachother: “Fags? What did you just call us you fuckkn useless piece of shit; you fuckin puny assed, worthless human fucktard. Fags? Ya wanna see Fags in action bro?” And they grinned.

Stew said in mock obedience: “OK boss, whadever ya say, we’ll be going now…”

Added Ty: “Yeah, sorry man. We’ll just get on our way…”

And as they walked past the guy in false resignation of their fate – they both eyed each other, they knew what they had to do, and do it together. They had never done it before, but fuck all. No conversation needed on this one. They both had lives, they both needed money, they liked their privacy, and also really needed to FUCK. They had a perfect thing going and this asswipe was NOT getting in the way of any of that. So tonight would be different. Suddenly and with awesome ferocity, both Stew and Ty simultaneously POUNCED on the asswipe with their fists – knocking the guy out cold. They bound him up with duct tape and also taped his mouth and stuck him in the dumpster, for later.

That night they retrieved the asshole and dumped him in the back of the 150 and drove to the old railyard, outside of town. All on instinct, and based on their mutual latent lust for violence – Ty and Stew got to work.

Stew hauled the punk out of the truck bed and tossed him to the ground, he was groanin and howlin beneath the tape – the only sound you could hear. They both stood over him, wearing their construction boots, faded jeans and flannels with the sleeves ripped off. They were flexing their gunz, and hyper aware of eachother’s hardons as they smirked at their prey.

Stew said: “So Ty I googled our new friend here. Guess what, it turns out he’s a fuckin pedophile – he’s on the town known predators list for messing with little girls. Whadaya make of that bro?”

Ty’s handsome face turned dark, he stared down at the punk, “Fukin dirtbag,” he spat at him. He looked up evilly at his buddy: “Dude, we’re gonna waste the fucker right? So let’s have some fun with him first bro. Wanna make him feel some PAIN man! Fuckin Perv.”

“Fuck yeah!” Stew yelped as he lifted the punk off the ground and held him, “Here bro, I got him tight, let ‘im have it!”

And Ty released an aggression he never knew he had – whaling on the punks face with both fists, ONE TWO ONE TWO over and over until the face was red, the mouth bleeding from under the tape, and the guy screaming bloody murder.

“Your turn, bro” Ty grabbed the punk from Stew and held him up.

Stew seized the moment, spread his legs apart, and wound up his left arm and full throttle fisted the fucktard dead center on the face, squashing the nose into a bloody pulp. Suddenly blood was everywhere, splattered all over them. Both of them loved that. “Check that out bro,” Stew admired his handwork, “fuckin love the blood bro, makes me hard bro!”

“Yeahh, me too bud. Stew nail ‘im again bro. Keep hammerin’ him!”

And he did. With the same newfound lust for violence as his buddy, Stew punched the face like with the force of a sledgehammer – until the tape got loose and the guy was screaming freely. The screams excited both of them, but they knew it was not a good thing, all this noise.

Ty said, “I saw a vid once, how ya can shut up a fuck like this.”

Stew curled up his lip in an evil grin at Ty: “Yeah bro, how? Show me bro.”

In one smooth, deliberate move, Ty tossed the fucker to the ground, kneeled down, rolled the guy face up and took his left paw, held it like a blade and CHOPPED at the guys throat, his arm muscles FLEXING mightily as he did so, shattering his adams apple. The guy writhed but sure enough, the screaming sound stopped. Still kneeling, fisting up the hand that did the chopping, Ty looked up at Stew as if for approval.

“Fuck yeah it works! Fuck yeah!” they high-fived as Stew stepped on the guys throat with his boot pressing with just enough pressure to make it hard for the guy to breathe. The guy was writhing in pain, which the duo realized REALLY TURNED THEM ON.

Stew stood back up and they both looked down on the punk. “Dude I got an idea, ya feelin STRONG bro?”

Ty’s eyes got big and bright and he popped a massive double bi at his buddy. “FUCK YEAH bro! Whadda ya got in mind for the scumshit?”

Stew hoisted the writhing fucker back up, and tossed him to his buddy, “Here hold him up real tight to ya. Ya know how we like to watch Hockey bro? “

Ty grinned, he instantly knew what was coming, the asswipe was making hushed gurgling sounds desperately trying to resist. “Yeah bro I love hockey. Cant wait for the new season to start man.”

“Well bro let’s give it a head start – gonna CHECK THIS GUY INTO YA!” Ty held the fucker tightly, facing outward from him, so he could see the locomotive that was Stew. “Yeah STEW! Go baby go, nail the fucker and don worry about me, I’ll handle ya!”

Stew stood back 20 feet and then started charging at the pair- the punk made some horse shrieking sound as Ty held him even tighter, bracing for the impact – andddddd…….

PPFFFTTTCCRRKKKKKSSPPLLLTTTTT

Stew shouldered into the fucktard with such force and such ferocity, and Ty held his ground like a cement wall – and the result was an awesome sound of flesh squishing and bones crunching all at once. And both felt the bones shatter in the punks body – his ribs, his spine, his hips. And blood erupted from all over, as the broken bones broke through the skin. It was a feeling neither would ever forget – and one they would repeat often in the future. It got them INHUMANLY BONED.

The punks body dropped to the ground between them as they stood there, smiling at eachother in accomplishment. Stew ripped his shirt open and shrieked out “Fuck yessssss bro that was INCREDIBLE!”

Ty followed suit, tore his shirt open and flexed at Stew, “Man we gotta fuck this fucktard before we finish ‘im off!” He unzipped his jeans and let his python cock out, rubbin it with his meaty paw, staring down at their prey.

Stew did the same and both dudes stood there grinning a moment, savoring the scene.

Ty growled “Gonna FIST the fucker good. But first man go ahead fuck ‘im. Get ‘im wide for me bro.”

Stew lost no time, he pulled out his switchblade and cut the guys pants off and in no time, had the guy’s virgin hole as a bullseye for his raging precum dripping cock. Stew JABBED his dick into the fucktard’s pussy with a vengeance, and thrust it in all at one time – and immediately felt the body CLENCH onto his raging dick like a warm wet pipe. “Aw YEAHHH!” He moaned as he bucked and fucked and fucked more until the punk was ground into a heap on the ground. He pulled out before jizzing, and the asswipe’s shit was chunked up on his dick, so he used it as lube and stroked his dick a while, hootin and hollerin, and then SHOVED THE dick back in the hole for more.

All the while, Ty was eggin on his bud: “YEAH, FUKKA, NAIL THAT PUSSYBOY’S ASS AND SHRED IT TO FUCK FOR ME BRO, GET IT NICE AND PLYABLE, YEAHHHH, GONNA BE A NICE PLACE TO RAM MY FIST, FUCK YEAHH!”

As he fucked more, Stew grabbed and raised the pussy’s legs by the knees and without realizing it, squeeeeezed so hard in his ecstacy from his mega man ejack blowing out his dick-cannon, that his paws crushed the kneecaps, bone, cartilage and all. Elated at his own strength to crush bone, and over the top orgasmic as his cock spewed his cream into the fucktard’s hole – Stew screamed out “JESUS FUCKKKKIN CHRIST WHADDA FUCCKKKIN RUSH, WHADDDA FUCKIN SUPER FUCKIING RUSH ITS LIKE FUCKIN RAW POWER!”

Ty just stood there and laughed, and clapped as Stew dismounted. Ty glanced down at Stews still raging dick, dripping with cum, blood and shi. “Dude, would ya mind?” and Licked his lips.

Stew smiled at his best bud: “Go for it bro,” and pointed his messy missle at Ty’s face as he kneeled down in front of him, the asswipe’s body twitching and convulsing next to them. Ty clamped his mouth down on the awesome pole in front of him and just suckkked it clean – moaning with pleasure at the taste variety: the cum, blood and shit as it rolled down his throat. “Spluck” his mouth released, and he leaned backward and winked at his best bud: “Ready bro!” And he opened his mouth wide as Stew erupted a nice piss fountain that arced up then down and right into Ty’s waiting mouth. Ty drank it down like rain water and then repositioned himself so the piss would cover his body and wet down his tattered shirt and ample chest hair. “Love that smell man, love it!”

He ripped the sweat and piss soaked shirt of his of his swole body and wiped his dick with it and as he did he growled “Aw FUCK!” He involuntarily unloaded a volley of jizz into the shirt as he wiped, “Didn’t see that coming so soon, must be fuckin RAGING!” He smiled at his bro, who winked back.

Ty fisted up his left hand, and sneered, “Time for a housecleaning.” And before any time passed, he was kneeling down as the punks ass pointed upward – the punk at this point was face down in the dirt, moaning and groaning lightly, mainly drifting in and out of consciousness, but awake. Ty FISTED UP AND PLOWED HIS MEATY FIST into the bloody, cut up and quivering hole. He smiled as his hand reached inside, feeling the warmth of the tissue, residual shit and blood – then he sneered, his dick got ACHINGLY HARD and he winked at his bud. “Here goes bro,” and he LUNGED HIS FIST, HIS FOREARM DEEEEEEEP INTO THE GUY, DEEEEEEPER until he reached the prostsate which he GRABBED AND YANKED to the inhuman guttural cries of the victim. Ty pulled his arm out, holding a bloody mess of flesh, grinned at it, sniffed it, looked at Stew who shrugged, then tossed it aside, it landed with a SPLUCK on the ground in front of the wide eyes of the still somehow coherent victim. Ty then RAMMED his FIST back inside and this time didn’t stop – inside, he opened his fist so his steely super fingers CUT THROUGH TISSUE AND GUTS AND MORE TISSUE AND PUSHING BONES ASIDE AND BREAKING MORE BONES AND PUSHING PUSHING PUSHING UNTIL – his arm now fully inside the punk up to his shoulder and his hand finally reached what he was looking for – the asswipe’s heart. Ty grabbed the muscle and squeeeezed and squeezed more and FUCKIN GRIPPPPED IT AND YANKED IT AND YANKED MORE UNTIL POP.

Ty’s eyes grew wide with delight and he grinned as his buddy looked on in fascination.

“Dude,” Stew asked, “Wha – “ and before he could finish – Ty pulled the shithead’s heart out of his asshole. Blood everywhere, his bulging tatted arm crimson and dripping blood as he held the heart up in VICTORY. He winked at Stew and tossed the heart at him. “Here bro, catch.”

Stew caught the messy muscle and stared at it – “Wow bro. It’s still beating!” And it was , it was trembling, as Stew simply kneeled down to the face, opened the mouth with one hand and shoved the heart inside his mouth, pushed it pushed pushed it in until it was draining blood out the guys nose.

They looked at eachohter dead on in the eyes. “Dude, we’re killers now,” observed Stew, grinning and flexing a MONSTER most-muscular.

“Yep.” Replied Ty, as he flexed his mammoth double bi with a grin like a kid who just successfully lied to his parents. “An we gonna do it again right bro?”

“Fuck yeahh buddy – can’t wait! Next time I’m gonna YANK THE PLUG ok?”

“Sure bro, fuck yes.”

The dudes stood up and stared at the body; wiped blood on their jeans and grabbed at eachother’s cocks and JACKED EACHOTHERS KILLER FUCKIN COCKS INTO A JIZZ FLYING FUCKIN FRENZY. The hooted and hollered as they sprayed the dead punk with their sticky man syrup, and then pissed on it after. The both breathed in deep. “Ahhh, yeahh that smell man,” said Stew, “nothing like it in the world!”

And just then, they heard from the darkness “Sup guys.” And that’s when Matty, the rookie crane operator on Ty’s team stepped out.

Matty was about 25, and a musclebound lug at 210 lbs of cut former football muscle. Tatted and pierced, he also had a shaved head, covered in a black knit cap, and a long chin beard. He was holding his iPhone, and obviously got the entire scene recorded. He was grinning.

“WHAT THE FUCK YA FUCKIN….” Stew raced at Matty but Matty evaded him – “Hold on Bro! Hold on!”

The 3 workers stood over the dead body and Matty explained “Dudes, I followed ya year cuz I think you fuckin ROCK. I saw ya dump Mr. Asshole here in the bin earlier today and knew I needed to see you guys in action. Wow, bros. All I can say is Wow!”

“Whaddaya mean ya fucker, whaddaya want?” Ty was breathin heavy, pumping his fists as his arms spiked with swole power.

“I wanna join ya bros. Train me, teach me. I got a buddy too, train and teach him too. And bros get us HUGE like you. Shoot us full of your roids, force us through your workouts. We wanna get BIG. Then bros – let’s fuckin we’ll gang up and romp. We’ll rule the streets boys.” He sneered in anticipation of their agreement. They had to really, he had their number.

What a great idea, they all agreed.

Biker Power

Man ever since he grew last week in mini camp, Drew’s been ANIMAL in bed (or in car, or on kitchen floor or on his home gym….heh). Man, gettin fucked by a superstrong pro hockey player – I’m fuckin livin the dream bro!

The other nite as I was rinsing his jizz out of my beard he asked me: “jax I gotta biker buddy and it would be great to see him grow like me and the guys … How bout we treat his leather biker gloves with the app like you did our hockey gloves and then watch him get big!”

Sure Drew , anything for you man.

So the next day I met Brian. A blond biker with a slender bod with some bottled up anger. He was wearing his leather gear and his awesome biker boots – hanging out smokin a bone on a park bench. Drew introduced us and we went to Brian’s apartment on Sunset.

Drew said Brian was a practical joker so he wanted the growth to be a surprise. So Drew bought him brand new black leather biker gear and I nailed both gloves with the app setting I used for the team.

“Here ya go Bri, happy early birthday”

Brian was wide eyed at his new gear – thanking Drew up and down as he slid on the leather pants, leather mesh jacket and stepped into the awesome mid calf high thick soled kicks . Drew also got him a knit black ski mask – thinking the look would be hot, and it was when he slipped it on over his scruffy hair and face. All that showed of his body now was his bright blue eyes and his beefy paws.

Drew handed him the gloves and smirked, “here bro. Here’s to a new life.”

The statement went over Brian’s head as he took the gloves. He stared at them and held up his left hand and slowly, deliberately eased it into the glove – as his fingers fitted in he clenched his fist. The leather made that squirchy sound as he coiled his fist and it’s all you could hear in the room. He did the same with his right hand – this time holding the glove up to his masked face as he coiled his fist .

“Feels great man ,” Brian whispered. “Feels…..unghhhhh!”

Suddenly Brian bent over grunting out “unghh burning! My hands are burning!” He looked up at Drew who was grinning widely, “Drew what’d ya do?” And he tried to yank the gloves off but they would not detach from his hands. “The burning! I can’t get em off! Fuck man Drew what the FUCKKKKKK!” And on fuck, the effects of the app kicked in. Big time.

Brian breathed in a huge gulp of air and FLEXXXED his arms, “whoa FUCK what was THAT” and he flexed again. “Aw Fuck YEAH the burning’s stopped and man I feel like , I dunno, I feel like I’m surging with POWER!” He gripped his fists over and over and flexed into a most muscular and the turned to the brick wall behind him. “Feelin awesome man, feelin aggressive like I wanna PUNCH somethin!”

So he coiled his fist and WHALED On the brick wall – his first blow did nothing but his next few caused the bricks to CRRACCK and crumble , the mortar flying into the air in little chunks. He continued to strike the wall , each time with increased ferocity and with more DAMAGING results. Brian grunted out with each blow: “FUCK YEAH…..FEELIN IT FEELIN STRONG MAN….FUCKIN BRICKS ARE NUTHIN SHIT….SWEET!” As the bricks loosened they fell, and in a frenzy Brian began to YANK and PULL them out – exposing the outside from his 2nd floor loft. “YAHHH!” He screamed in ecstasy as the bricks came tumblin down, “THIS IS INCREDIBLE DREW I FEEL LINE IM FUCKIN INVINCIBLE!”

Brian turned back to us and grabbed his head with his gloves – as he did this I could see his arms had grown thicker and were starting to bulge into his leather jacket causing the leather to bulge and expand with his growing body. Grabbing his head he groaned “Aw Drew what the FUCK man are ya getting me back for that ice Octopus last season…..unghhhhhh! My head! Now my heads burnin…” He tried to take off the mask but it would not budge. It was stuck to his head – which was odd to me cuz I didn’t do the app on the mask. “Can’t get off the mask, my HAIR! It feels like it’s burning or melting awwwww fuuuuckkk!” And we all smelled it – burning hair – yet no fire, no smoke. Weird!

“Head feels ok now, ” Brian reported. He tried to pry the mask off his face but it remained stick there – still revealing his …. Yellow eyes! Not blue now but yellow – what is happening to him, what is the app doing, I’ve never seen this before! There must be some irregularity…..something unforeseen interfering with normal ops!

Then an inhuman growl took over – I looked back at Brian and observed something I have not seen in all the uses of the app. It was truly an awesome but unpredicted result. As Brian growled his moans and guttural cries of ecstasy – his body GREW and his muscled EXPANDED and began to pushhhhh his leather out out and stretch it to it’s maximum…it was incredible actually – witnessing the creation of something new- his skin. FUSED with his leather and the mask. His muscles GREW and GREW and SURGED WITH POWER until he looked literally like a MUSCLETHUG wrapped in tight leather. More amazing, his eyes went from their original blue , to keen yellow and then, as he FLEXXXXXED his newly AMAZING biceps he stated at us through the eyeholes if his mask and we saw his eyes turn from yellow to bright blood RED.

“Fuck ya!” Drew hollered. “Bri – you’re turning into a leather monster – a biker powerman- a – a BIKEMONSTER!”

Leave it to Drew to coin the phrase. This would become a very popular term in the biker crowd over the coming weeks and months.

In the meantime. Brian continued to GROW – and with wild abandon he flexed and stretched and pumped his gloved fists – all while yelling out things like “changin – I’m CHANGIN! Becoming something Bigger, Stronger” (and to emphasize his point he picked up a brick and crushed it in one hand). “And I’m like EXPLODING WITH POWER! Drew ya gotta feel this! “. And he FLEXXED his right arm and man his BICEP just ERUPTED UP UP UP Abd pushed the leather to it’s max – you could see his muscular stirations and popping veins in awesome relief under his new leather skin.

“Aw man I’m feeling it More – it’s like a fuckin RUSH OF POWER flooding into me – my arms man, my fuckin COCK! Yeahh man it’s WILD – fuckin RAW WILD POWER!”

Brian was not just surging with power, he was surging with ANIMAL VENGEANCE and a newfound lust for destruction.

“YEAAAHHHHH. GETTIN FUCKIN HUGE GETTIN FUCKIN MEAN! Wanna KILL! Gotta KILL NOW!”

Well, there’s the monster .

With that , Brian LEAPED out the gaping hole of his loft and landed with perfect balance on the parking lot below. Me and Drew simply watched helplessly as the next events occurred.

Brian’s asshole neighbors drove into the parking lot – they were the Harley Davidson types who were constantly loud and disrespectful to Brian, one day even referring to him as a fag-biker-leather-slut. Well this hurt! And Brian did not forget. As Brian LEAPED from his second story lift to the ground he spotted their car drive in. He landed with a THUD on the asphalt – directly in front of the moving car. The car screeched to a dead halt in front of what was now a 300lb 6’2″ black leather hulk flexing a double bi and shouting out “you asswipes are SO FUCKED!”

Not hesitating a moment he quickly KICKED in the passenger door, preventing it from opening…then he LEAPED over the car and did the same to the drivers door. The occupants were now frantically trying to escape but were trapped in the car. The BIKEMONSTER cooly stood with legs askew and studied the car a moment before grabbing the roof of the car and clenching his fists into it from the drivers window – and with one single VICIOUS YANK tore the roof off the front of then car and peeled it back – revealing the two assholes. Quickly Brian then reached in and grabbed each one of them by the neck and HOISTED then up up so he could look at them in the eyes.

“You fucktards SUCK. And now ya GONNA PAY.” And then with a quick and powerful VICE LIKE CRUSH his leather gloved paws squeezed the life out of the pair with a simultaneous CRACK! He stared at their dead heads a moment as they bobbed in his fists – and the HEAVED THE bodies mercilessly toward the trash bin – both bodies hitting the steel hulk with a clang and thud.

“Fuckin KILLA! I’m a fuckin KILLA!”

Brian leaped in the air pumping his fists and he clearly had a RAGING BONER. Now he was gonna celebrate. So he went to the bodies, yanked his newly super masculine cock out from the front zipper of his suit and JACKED LIKE AN ANIMAL until he shot his load on the corpses. “AWWWW GRRRRR!” He growled in ecstasy as he climaxed – shooting his jizz like a firehose. He looked up to me and Drew as if for approval.

From our perch back in his apartment me and Drew raised our fists in support of our buddy who was now off to cause more trouble in town – maybe clean up that problem with all those nasty Harley bikers. They ruin it for all bikers, the arrogant fuckkas.

Next day – the effects wore off mostly. Brian had shrunk back to about 230 – but still had a net gain of 40 pounds of muscle. His suit came off – he having out stretched it….but Drew got him another to fit his newly bulked up frame. He still liked to get high and hang out with his biker buds – me and drew included. And we had the run of the streets now. Cool!

Mini camp orientation – the A Line

Back at Mohave’s, the bar in Adelante where I first met Dustin. The A Line was summoned to meet there at 7pm for an ‘orientation mini camp.”

A liners are: Dustin Brown, team captain and, so we ‘re all clear, the dude who came up with the whole idea. Drew Doughty – budding NHL superstar. Alec Martinez – time to gas it up AMART. Slav Voynov, the Russian genius. And finally bulging red headed thug Matt Greene.

“A line” is just the project name as these dudes would never be skating together in a real game. No these “As” were selected by me as the leaders who would get a head start on the THUG app – learning what it feels like, handling the first day after the change, how to control it afterward. They would then work with the entire team during full training camp.

At the bar, Before boarding the 2 large black SUVs that would take us to our practice location in the desert, we made our final deal. I out it all out there:

Okay dudes so as we’ve talked about – I’m gonna turn you guys and your team into hockey powerhouses. You’re gonna be a little taller but a lot bigger, and a lot stronger; you’re gonna be resistant to injury, and if ya get injured you’re gonna heal a lot faster.

“Fuck yeah!” Shouted Matt, “Dude I just hope I still bleed!”

I smiled, and nodded, You’ll bleed big guy. But you’re gonna be a LOT stronger SO you gotta learn how to skate and how to play hockey again as superstrong brutes. You’re gonna have ta learn to NOT CRUSH your opponents TO DEATH – but simply overplay them and overmatch them until you WIN. This will take some training and that will start now. Ya Hear me?

“YEAH!” The group affirmed. Alec pumped a fist and I noticed he was BONED. I looked over to Drew. He smiled at me under his thick offseason beard and winked. Yup he was BONED too, heh.

Some other details: the growth app will be in your hockey gloves, so you will be most impacted when you practice and before, during and after games. By the end of the season the effects will eventually build up and you’ll be permanently changed – I’m not sure yet how. The app will go un-noticed by league drug testing. And speaking of the league, I’m also gonna pump up another NHL team in the East.

Grumbling form Matt, Slav and Alec.

The captain, Dustin jumped in: “Dudes, the Cup Finals are gonna be EPIC. We’ll be better anyway. We’ll EARN it again.”

I finished the terms and conditions:

Aside from the team, the only people who will know about this is Me, Your Coach, Your new Team Physician, The Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, The President and the Vice President of the United States, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

“OooooOOOOOooooo.” Matt, Slav and Alec chorused.

Please remember this app is a part of our national security. This little season long exercise is just for fun. Heh. OUR fun boys. BUT: Anybody else finds out, it’s end of your season and career. Got it?

“Uhhuhhuh.” The all chorused this time. They knew the score.

We boarded the SUVs for The Yard. Located about 25 miles east into the depths of the Mojave desert – For over 50 years it’s been a graveyard for retired commercial airliners – so it’s 100 acres of dead 707s through 747s, and a few Airbuses thrown in. Amidst that acreage, a new Ice Rink is nearly complete – which will serve as training ground zero for the team. Science, man. An ice rink in the desert. Turning normal jocks into FREAKY superstuds. Yeah, all this NEEDS to happen away from the spotlight down in the valley.

An hour later the 5 guys were standing in a circle outside the rink , among the decaying aircraft hulks, in the desert night. The area was Illuminated by large spotlights, they were dressed in just black knee length basketball shorts, black UA hightop kicks and black UA tanks. Me, the Director, and Coach Sutter observed as the testing began. I gave em each the glove of their shooting hand, their “power hand” as Drew calls it.

Go ahead boys, you wanted it – you got it. Put ’em on.

And they did. They hungrily stabbed their hands Into their gloves. And they changed, aw man did they ever change.

Their bodies thickened and got swole with 12 new pounds of muscle each- just under the weight limit for a player to gain without notice from the league. But their muscles took the programming from the app and got DENSE and TOUGH with strength, and they became hyper vascular so their bodies could churn the power through their blood and into their bones, cartilage and sinew – and muscle. The app effected other things like their senses, and their brains. In all of them ithe app definately effected their ATTITUDES. No more cushy rich pro jocks – these dudes have become primal, beastial THUGS – and training them NOT TO KILL will be the biggest challenge in training camp!

It was awesome watching them change. Watching Dustin clench his fists and smirk at his newfound power; seeing Slav sneer at his hyper developed legs, stompin those UA Kicks and crackin the pavement with ’em. Alec’s newly grown cannonball delts and his GUNZ had become perfect weapons and he grinned in approval. When Matt was changing he went over to a cement wall, butted his forehead into it – and cut himself pretty bad. He allowed his blood to drip over his face like so many times on the ice. He instinctively reached up with his ungloved paw, scooped up his own blood and sucked it down – causing him to fly into a RAGE, his long red hair flying about like an animal. “Yeahhhh blood man, YEAHHH!” He growled. And Drew – made a nice power display by ripping off his shirt and then he just went to work testing his newfound strength – lifting hulks of airplanes and other metal junk in the yard. Man his hairy upper bod was so hot already but to watch it WORK as it HEAVED hunks of metal around was sweet.

When they were done changing they were all shirtless, their legs bulging in their shorts and UA kicks, their enhanced bodies glistening with sweat under the bright lights. All still wearing their gloves and all ready to BREAK OUT.

That’s the next step in the process – the “animal phase” – the first 12 hours after the change when the dude GOES NUTS in his infatuation with his newfound power. It happens to All the dudes I grow and thIs A Line is gonna be no exception.

(to be continued)