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!

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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)

2 dudes 1 city

Dude 1: Hey man you know ho we’ve been working out for years, and man we’ve gotten big, eh dude?

Dude 2: Yeah man I’m glad you talked me into going to the gym and working out with you man.

Dude 1: we’ve put on, what, like 50 pounds each of solid muscle, eh bro?

Dude2: Yeah man. Wish it could be more.

Dude1: Do ya, man? Do ya wish it was more, that youcould be even Bigger?

Dude 2: Well ya I guess…

Dude 1: Cuz dude, I met this guy yesterday and, man he’s from like, Russia or somewhere, and told me
about this awesome shit man, it’s like roids but better.

Dude 2: Well dude you know I’m not….

Dude 1: Man I got some, here look.

Dude 2: It’s liquid? You drink it

Dude 1: Yeah man. (pops open a cork off a jar/beaker) Here’ wanna try it man?

Dude 2: No way man. I aint touchin that stuff.

Dude 1: Well I’m gonna try it man. He says drink a full vial of this and incredible things will happen man
it will increase my strength, and stamina. Dude if we do this it will make us bigger.

Dude 2: Not me man, I’ll go natural…. Hey dude –

Dude 1: (sound of gulp gulp gulp gulp

Dude 2: Wow I can’t believe you are sucking that down

Dude 1: Ahhhh. Tastes good man. Sweet. Kind like a Chinese cock——-

Dude 2: Dude! Are you OK aw, man what the –

Dude 1: Ohhh, Man I feel ….. I
dunno…..hot, all over…and like I’m gonna fall over or something, kinda
dizzy

Dude 2: Hey – let me help you

Dude 1: NO – I’m ok. I can do this…..i can ..wait – aw FUCK MAN that feeling its FUCKIN WILD man its
FUCKIN INTENSE and MAN I’M GONNA FUCKIN – I DUNNO IM FEELING ANGRY, FEELING AGGRESSIVE
LIKE – AW FUCCKKKKKK
(sound of cloth ripping)

Dude 2: Bro your shirt man – your ARMS man they are bustin out of your shirt!

Dude 1: AW YEAHHH MAN – I FEEL IT MAN I FEEL POWER MAN – ITS SURGING THROUGH ME MAN – IT
ITS IN MY NUTS MAN AND ITS LIKE RADIATING ALL OVER – FEELING STRONG MAN, FEELING
(sound of ripping)

Dude 2: Shit! Buddy you are GROWING! Look at you you are too big for your shirt man it’s fucking
tearing off you like – wait buddy don’t look at me like that…

Dude 1: YOU MAN – YOU GONNA TAKE THIS TOO!

Dude 2: No man! I – –

Dude 1: I’m gonna force it down ya man if you don’t…..

Dude 2: No, ppplease…….(muffled sound and then gulp gulp gulp gulp)

Dude 1: (during gulps) there ya go bro – that’s right swallow the nice liquid for your BIG BUDDY and
YOURE GONNA BE JUST LIKE ME DUDE

Dude 2: Oh, my god. Oh shit…..

Dude 1: LOOK AT ME DUDE! WHY NOT BE LIKE THIS – AND I’M GROWING MORE CHECK IT OUT,
FUCKING BUSTING OUTTA MY CLOTHES, AND AW FUCK MAN MY FUCKIN BODY EXPLODING WITH
POWER AND SIZE! My HAND MAN THEY ARE TURNING INTO KILLER FUCKIN MACHINES! LOOK AT ME
GROWING UP, I’M 15 FEET NOW GETTING BIGGER, FUCK YESSSS AND STRONGER AW SHIT FUCKKK
YEAAHHHHHH. GONNA FUCK THINGS UP MAN WHEN I STOP GROING AND I HOPE I GROW A LOT
FUCKIN MORE MAN! DON’T WANNA STOP MAN WANNA KEEP GROWING BIGGER AND BIGGER AND
INTO A FUCKIN GOD MAN INTO FUCKIN GOD!

Dude 2: Dude, I ….I feel it too man.

Dude 1: GONNA FUCKIN TEAR APART SHIT MAN GONNA FUCKIN CRACK SHIT IN HALF AND TEAR DOWN
BUILDINGS AND BRIDGES MAN AW SHITTTT ITS GONNA BE SO FUCKIN SWEEEEET!

Dude 2: Radiating, ya. Aw DAMN man, yeahhh……dude I ….

Dude 1: GONNA STOMP ON SHIT MAN, GONNA FUCKIN DESTROY SHIT UNITL….
(sound of more ripping)

Dude 2: Man it’s….FUCKIN INCREDIBLE….AW FUCK DUDE! LOOK AT ME I’M GROWIN TOO! GETTING
HUGE LIKE YOU MAN, YEAHHHH!

Dude 1: There ya go buddy, yeah FLEX FOR ME MAN, aw YEAHHH!

Dude 2: FUCK YESSS, (more ripping) MY FUCKIN MUSCLES MAN THEY ARE SURGING UP UP UP,
FUCKING SURGING WITH VISCIOUS POWER AND FUCKIN HUGENESS! AND FUCK MAN I’M FEEELING
PISSED! I’M FUCKIN FEELING AGGRESSSIVE LIKE I WANNA FUCK UP SOME GUY MAN OR SOME THING
MAN! MY ARMS MAN, MY WHOLE FUCKIN BODY FEELS LIKE A FUCKIN WEAPON MAN!

Dude 1: Yeah man! You wanna CRUSH A GUY MAN. Ya FEEL IT man? Ya feel the ANGER THE POWER?

Dude 2: FUCK YEAAHHH! IT’S PAYBACK TIME FUCKERS! IT’S FUCKIN TIME FOR ME TO CRUSH SOME
SKULLS MAN, FUCKIN PUMMELL SOME FUCKIN SHIT AND FUCKIN DESTROY A CITY MAN WITH YOU.

Dude 1: FUCK YEAH MAN HIGH FIVE BRO GONNA FUCKIN RAMPAGE WITH YOU NOW BRO

Dude 2: FUCK YEAH BRO (sound of fist bump) YOU ROCK BRO WE’RE 100 FEET TALL NOW MAN AND I
AM SO GLAD YOU TALKED ME INTO IT MAN

Dude 1: Dude – I’m so FUCKIN BONED MAN

Dude 2: ME TOO MAN – IT’S LIKE THE SIZE, THE POWER THE DESTRUCTION AND MAN YOUR AWESOME
FUCKIN BODY MAN – IT’S ALL FUCKIN CAUSING ME TO FUCKIN BONE LIKE CRAZY.

Dude 1: Dude – your arms man they are sweet bro

Dude 2: Dude – yer fuckin chest man, and your shoulders, aw fuck bro so fuckin fine.
(kissing: dude..man..mphhhhhhmmmmm)

Dude 1: TIME TA BREAK SOME SHIT – LETS ROCK BR0

Dude 2: YEAH MAN! I CANT BELIEVE I DIDN’T WANNA GROW LIKE THIS MAN SO GLAD YOU DID WHAT
YOU DID. MAN I OWE YA!

Dude 1: LET ME SEE YOU CRUSH SHIT BRO! AND LETS GET MORE OF THAT STUFF MAN WE CAN GET
BIGGER!

Dude 2: Yeahhhh MAN BIGGER!

Dude 1: YEAHHHHHH!

(SOUND OF HIGH FIVE,, SCREAMS, DESTRUCTION, MORE SCREAMS, EVIL LAUGHTER…AND THE
OCCASIONAL INESCAPABLE SOUND OF GIANT TONGUE WRESTLING…..)

Dad’s emergence

“C’mere son, fuckin lick ya brothaa!”

We stared each other down until we heard a ripping sound – it was his back muscles and his traps multiplying in size – busting through his shirt . He sneered “fuck kid that’s been happening all day and it feels SO FUCKIN GREAT!” He boomed.

“No, dad.” I stood strong in front of him, unafraid. “I’m not gonna lick you and we’re not gonna go there.”

We continue to stare – I was resolute on this and he immediately reacted.
“Aw FUCK then,” and reached into his pants and started to stroke himself. “Gotta get off son.” He unzipped and revealed a firehose of a cock and started whaling on it with his beefy paws. “Can’t wait gotta blow a load , GRRRRRR!”

It was at this moment I realized I have some authority over the guys I grow; they take my instruction, agree with me – but I also understand what they want, and let them GO FOR IT and enable them however I can. It’s a great synergy.

Dad started RAGING- fisting up and FLEXXING and gritting his teeth with wide blue eyes. He grinned at his new huge tough dick, and licking his lips he pawed at it and grunted “gotta FUCK, gotta…” Then suddenly And aggressively he swung his fist into a cinderblock we had in the lab for strength testing purposes – Dad fucking obliterated it – first by pounding it in half and then by grabbing it with both powerful hands and CRRRRRUSHHHHING it into dust, all while his god given dick throbbed and oozing precum with his infatuation over his newfound power. “Aw FUCK yeah man – gonna FUCK And gonna CRUSH shit!” And he grabbed his cock again with one hand and grabbed a football with the other and simultaneously squeezed ….the football caved under his power-vice hand until it popped and his other paw worked his beastly FUCKTOOL until it erupted with a HOWL and started shooting cum out with the force of a gun – with each squeeze of his paw he’d jet out a blast of jizz onto the floor. “Grrrrr-Yeeaaahhh” dad spread apart his thick legs and popped a magnificent double bi – still his dick spurted out his roided jizz – all his mega ejack collecting on the floor before him.

Some cum got on his fingers and he stared at It with fascination and thought – and he made up his mind and after a pause – sneered as he licked his fingers clean of his own jizz. He swallowed once, twice and smiled. “Never done this before kid,” he stared at me, “tastes great.” And he crouched like a catcher and with his beefy paw and finger ladled up more and more if his cum off the floor and hungrily sucked it down. In between he spoke: “My whole life every time I’ve jacked off or fucked a girl – even your mom – all I ever thought of was guys….BIG guys, guys GETTING BIG….the fuckjn HULK and dudes HULKIN OUT. Somewhere Man I have gigabytes of pics and vids of muscle dudes. Love em, always have and always will. He grinned “Now I’m one of em!”

But from my perspective there it was, put in front of me: when I was conceived, dad was thinking about huge muscle guys. Interesting.

He Laughed maniacally and stared at me again flexing his superior GUNZ – “wanna FUCK…and son, I wanna KILL.” and with thAt dAd sneered and pumped a most- muscular pose – showing off his hugeness and vascularity – his arm veins popping up like they had lives of their own. His shirt was now in tatters on his hulking upper body – and his calves and quads obliterated his pants except for the belted part at his waist and torso which had become chiseled marble. His obliques changed to steel girders supporting the bulk of his upper bod.

Yeah, he could kill alright…..

That’s when the thought occurred to me- what Dad would do next and how suddenly this all made sense. Without hesitation I went into action.

“Dad, stay right there,” and I ran to the lab door and called out “Warren come quick you must see this!”

Warren was my business partner in the app; he was the money guy and we initially had common goals for the app but as it became a reality Warren started drifting…wanting to use it commercially – even for movies (“Imagine Tom Cruise actually growing in a scene – Hollywood’ll pay millions!”)

No fucking way. This app was my idea, it’s my research and my science. It’s meant to help our country battle terrorists – it’s a defense. He’s not throwing money around and turning it into something commercial.

Warren cAme running into the room “What Jackson, what’s up! What….” And then he saw Dad. “Holeeeee shit – did he….” Warren looked at me with delight –

“Yep. The Roid setting”

“Wow it works!”

Dad sneered at me – I looked back at dad and we understood instantly what would happen next. Dad’s cock began to throb with anticipation and his entire body seemed to seethe with energy. He almost glowed as his lustful gaze shifted from me to Warren, his veins growing larger under his skin in order to pump more roided blood to his inhuman fuckjn muscles.

I just smirked, nodded at dad, locked the lab door, stood back and watched, admittedly with a bit of pride, as my dad moved to Warren.

before Warren could even react or ask for help or anything, dad had a huge fist gripping his neck and lifted the 200 lb Warren off the floor with ease. Dad’s forearm muscles flexed like the cables of a suspension bridge as he intermittently squeezed tighter and looser – allowing Warren to breathe at times and choking off his air at others. Dad relished this – his eyes brightened when he realized my only could he HOIST a man so effortlessly and hold him in mid air, but then so easily control his life and death – THIS is what dad had all along wanted.

Warrens legs were kicking wildly for some traction, his hands trying feebly to pry dads fist off his neck – he gurgled and gutterally choked out “Please Jax help” but I wasn’t listening. I was too transfixed by dad’s biceps as they writhed with power and GREW INTO INHIMAN PEAKS as dads left side FLEXXXXED And his right side worked on his prey.

Dad looked at me: “son” he huffed. “Is this the fucktard who wants ya to make this app for actors and not for national security?”

“Yup” I offered without hesitation .

Dad grinned evilly at Warren “let me show ya what this app can do fucka and then you decide should it go to pussyboys or should it go to the militAry!”

And with that, dad began to beat up Warren and drive the point home. First, he just took the guy by the choke hold he had and flipped him over his head four times in rapid succession – each time Warren hit the ground there was a heavy thud followed by the crackle of bones. This sound only charged dad up even more and after the fourth slam dad let go of warrens neck. Warren heaved up for air, sucking in the precious oxygen before dad began to simply pummel him with his now massive fists. Dad now alternately lectured to and then pounded the life out of Warren.

Dad: you fuckin -SLAM – scumshit thinking you can boss my kid around – SLAM – just cuz you got money – SLAM – fuck you ya fuckin fuck! – SLAM !!

Warren was screaming in a agony now that dad had released his chokehold – but this only pissed dad off more. “Fuckin Jax!” Dad hollered “this retard is screaming like A girl. Any ideas to shut her up”‘ He looked at me with a glint in his bright blue eyes.

Easy. I tossed dad a roll of duct tape.

Before long dad had Warren pinned to the floor with his super powerful quads and was taping warrens mouth shut – by wrapping the tape all around warrens head. It was awesome to see dad’s hands and arms work as he held and taped the head into silence.

Then dad went into his true ROID RAGE mode – he started by hammer punching warrens back sides and abs – hitting him so brutally hard dad left huge welts with each blow – the welts turned to bruises with evidence of plenty of internal bleeding. The swiftness and brutality of each punch – some uppercuts, some dead-on hits – was fierce and unrelenting. It’s like dad was taking out all his life frustrations on warren. A final punch and we all heard a CRACK! Dad stopped and smiled evilly “FUCK YEAH I FUCKN BROKE A BONE!” He grinned an licked his lips “GONNA BREAK MORE!”

With eyes as wide as a kid on Christmas morning, dad gleefully grabbed warrens arm with both his massive paws and slowly BENNNNNT the arm backward at the elbow until CRRRRACKKK again went the bone. “YYEEEEHAW THATS SO SWEET! Did ya HEAR THAT SON!?!”

He huffed a laugh, “HEH GONNA BREAK EM ALL!”

Dad kneeled down to warrens quivering pain wracked body and studied it a moment. His smile widened as he got an idea. He felt up and down the sternum and the chest – and then went to WORK.
By simply pressing in with his massive awesome thumb into warrens rib cage – he cracked the rib from the sternum and then cracked the rib apart – one by one SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And so on until they were all busted up – after each Warren screamed under his muffled tape but by the last rib crack, the screams had reduced to whimpers.

Warren raised his good arm in a lame attempt to stop him, and all sad did, so simply and easily, was grab the hand in his own beefy mitt and squeeze mercilessly until warrens hand and wrist simply shattered into paste inside dad’s awesome paw. Dad ground the finger boned up even more and looked at me “THE FEELING OF THE BONES BREAKIN IN MY FUCKIN HAND …. FUCK YESSSS MAN ITS AWESOME !”

Warren emitted a sound but it was not recognizeable. Dad looked at him a moment then back at me – “WANT YA TO FEEL IT TOO SON, TIIME TO FINISH THIS DEUCHEBAG OFF.” And he got up and grabbed the neck again and held the body aloft as he did when he started. But this time Warren had no response – he simply dangled as dad held his neck with one hand.

“SON, put your hands around mine – I want ya to FEEL this!” Dad commanded and lowered his arm for me so I complied – I wrapped both my hands around dad’s single paw , I could feel his paw hairs against my skin and could feel his roided power surging down his arms and into that hand as he began to squeeze.

Dad slowly compressed his superhuman paw into the neck and suddenly I heard it AND felt it – POP POP POP POPLLLCCRRAAACKK!

Dad sneered, Warren flailed in a spasm, and I felt with dad all his neck bones shatter into paste then felt as dad GROUND up the neck and the tissues and spinal cord into a worthless paste. The head dropped over and that was the end of Warren.

I stepped back and realized I had a boner raging in my pants – and saw that dad had the same – his dick steely hard and poking upward oozing more pre cum. As he held warrens lifeless body still with his one paw, he JACKED his dick with the other until it SURGED with jizz – sloppy white syrup raining all over – a hot load of it hit me in the face. Dad didn’t care he was elated “IM A KILLA NOW FUCK YEAHHHH!”

And with that he tossed warrens body across the room wih such force it hit the wall and bounced off it and landed atop a table with all my research – warrens deAd eyes staring down at my years of work and study.

Dad saw my boner and smiled – “GLAD YOU LIKED THAT SON. But you’re right,” he looked at my crotch “that’s not for me.” Just then someone kicked open the locked door to the lab.

“What’s going on in here?! Jackson are you OK ?”

It was Leo our security guard. Leo’s a retired cop who could not leave the business of protecting people so he signed up to guard our lab. He’s a big lug about the same age as dad – and equally as handsome.

He looked around and saw the damage and the body and the his eyed rested on DAD.

Dad took one look at Leo and sniffed, “SUP, PARTNER!?” Dad grabbed the app made sure it was set to ROID RAGE and aimed it at Leo.

Leo got HUGE. And to make a long story short – is messing with Dad in South America somewhere – where they allow vigilante type action and where they are both happy as can be. Last I heard they were in a town called Ushuia – the southernmost city in the world.

As for me the rest is history. I got full control over the app; I sold it to the government years ago and since then we have not been messed with by any terrorists. Out there somewhere there’s a posse of superhuman army and marine thugs who keep our country and allies safe. God bless them.

And as part of the sale to Uncle Sam, I get to keep my app and use it at my own discretion – creating my own team of THUGS. I grow em big and strong and many times use the GIANT settings – I can now adjust the height level. And So long as any GIANTS are kept out of the US I am cleared to use this as I wish. No problem….it’s a BIG world. And it’s all about the dudes.

Drew

Drew, Drew. Wow man.

After I met up with the Hockey dude Dustin, and his Hockey bud Drew… I couldn’t sleep; couldn’t’ stop thinkin about Drew. At the bar, we stared each-other down, and I swear he has the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. And he’s got such a lust for power that I can’t even predict what type of THUG he’d be if I turned the app on him. Something’s tugging me, he’s in my head in a major way.

At dawn the next day I went to his house in Brentwood. He wasn’t there, no one home but the dog.

So I sat on a stoop and waited until he came jogging in – wearing an LA KINGS sleeveless T and a pair of basketball shorts. He was wearing a pair of high top kicks kinda like mine. He was not surprised to see me. “Figured you’d get here. Come on in.” He smiled and opened the door, pushed back the dog and we sat and had a protein shake. His home gym was in the next room, I was looking at it through the door. “Today’s chest and shoulder day, wanna join me Jax?”

“Fuck sure, Drew. That would be awesome.” So we worked out together and he pressed the iron like a maniac, as I thought he would. He’s known for his aggressiveness on the ice, and his high penalty minutes and it reflected in his approach to the weights. But it pays off, ya can tell big time.

Watching him work out, I could imagine his arms gettin stronger, and along with his beefy steady paws, he will be more able to conjoin with the stick and become a weapon of offensive shooting power. His shoulders lifting military presses and dumbbell side lifts, and shrugs – getting more tough and durable so they could POP and CRUSH an opposing player into the boards. His calves and quads, those hairy beasts of his, getting a work out too on the leg press and squat machine – getting superstrong as he turns them into the pistons that will drive him at awesome speeds across the ice a billion times over the next season.

We finished and he was Thugged out man, swole as can be for 220 offseason. He took off his shirt and wiped his handsome, scruffy face with it. Offered it to me as a towel, and I took it and wiped my face with it too – and breathed deeeep as I did so. He smiled at me, he was boned.

“Can’t talk about it, okay? It’s in my contract.”

I nodded. And less than five minutes later I was munching the turf of the man voted 2nd best player in the NHL during the 2013-14 season. Yeaaaahhhhhhhhh.

Drew Doughty. Defenseman for the Los Angeles Kings. Wants to join his friend Dustin and some other teammates and change his body, and his head forever. Difference between him and the rest: He wants to become a monster.