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.

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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.