Perfect Pair

They started out as good honest rookie cops. Hard to tell now, but it’s the honest truth about Steve and Jason.

Back in 2014 they attended the academy at the same time, and were paired up as partners on the ropes course, and it took hold from there. They swapped roommates and began messing around like all young, athletic men end up messing around. Steve and Jas formed a bond though that went beyond simple fuckbuddies.

After graduating they swore their oaths and joined the Mansfield PD as rookies. For the first year they both rode along with senior patrol officers but soon after they were paired up again as patrol partners. That was Spring 2016, when this story gets….interesting.

“What the fucks that?” Jas said as Steve slammed a couple of vials and needles on their kitchen table. Smiling, Steve replies “our future.”

On that day, they began pinning ROIDS. And with each dose, they grew angrier.

They worked out more and more. Sex became violent, messy and loud. Heh.

Conversations at the station house and at the gym became less about safety and workouts and more about Trump and MAGA. And 2A, and a new threat called “ANTIFA.” And with each convo they got a little angrier.

They worked out more and more and started pinning ROIDS to get bigger, as protection against the enemy. Sex became a FREAKY MESSY 2x per day experience.

Then right before the 2016 election, Trump had a rally in the nearby city. They attended and were blown away by the BROTHERHOOD there; the comeraderie. It was a blast! And it also really fueled their anger.

That night they truly became radicalized. Blinded maybe. But that night they swore an oath to themselves that they would support TRUMP abd MAGA to the death if necessary and anyone who opposes them are the ENEMY.

Trump won. And within the first year of his term, Steve and Jason had agreed that they had the license and jurisdiction to use their authority as police officers in a manner more suited to their needs. And by 2018 they needed to send a message. And that message was white sympathizers with BLM and ANTIFA were the ENEMY, and they’re gonna PAY.

And that night, in 2018, they took their first dose of boLLt. A new chem ROID from Russia that was making its way around the police gyms.

Almost immediately they grew in size and strength. And their anger became exponentially magnified. With each dose their workouts became INSANE GRUNTING POWERMATCHES. Their patrols became ENEMY HUNTING RECONNAISSANCE, and their sex became ANIMAL. They abused the gym, the nameless vagrants on their patrol and their own superhuman bodies.

Their anger took over completely after they arrested a pair of white BLM protesters. On the way to the station they made a detour to the local waste recycling plant. And there, they beat up, tortured and finally killed the two. And then they celebrated by raising the American flag and fucking eachother afterward.

They were now MAGA MURDERCOPS. And they are recruiting backups.


DISCLAIMER, please read:

I did not write this whole story. The original story about Jared and Daniel was written and published by the author/pseudonym “Realhankmaccoy” on Tumblr. The original title of the story is “I was just being ironic, bro!” And the ending was quite different there than it became here with me. I loved this story and the interactions between the two main characters. In fact I fell I love with the two, and became compelled to re write the ending….and so I did.

HUUUUUGE nod to Realhankmccoy, who continues to write compelling posts on Tumblr, and for whom I have great respect. The first half of this story under the header “18 months ago” was mainly written by him, portions edited or added by me. The section titled “today” is entirely mine and the result of my truly sick mind. Enjoy bros! Heh.


18 months ago

While watching Cops on TV, Daniel made a joke about about grabbing their girlfriends by the pussy. Jared said it was kinda offensive, man. Daniel doubled down, saying he was just being ironic, explaining how he’d never be that misogynist, obviously.

Jared did end up laughing, just not wanting to be rude more than anything. I mean, they were friends and obviously Daniel didn’t swing that way.

But one joke turned into another joke, days later. And another. And the ways things were spiraling, soon the two roommates – they lived in a shared house of four – were joking about it all the time. Pretending to be alt-right. Pretending because it was fun, it was funny, it was something to do, a way to make fun of guys who acted like that while simultaneously getting to feel what it was like to be that sort of guy themselves.

They were pretty regular guys. But it became funny to pretend they were jock studs, too. “I dare you to work out, bro,” Daniel goes one night. “I fucking dare you. If you can do 100 pushups consecutively, I’ll even let you grab me by the pussy,” Daniel goes, grabbing his own cock and balls through his shorts for emphasis, which wasn’t hard since he was freeballing that night.

“Oh yeah?” Jared said, “Watch this, bro.” He only made it to fifteen, laughing, but they kept up their dare.

An avid reader, Jared Googled muscle growth and bodybuilding and learned some things and applied them to his new workouts. Yeah he was skinny as fuck but day over day and week over week the process took hold.

Jared was building some pipes on those arms.

Hot damn! He thinks as he flexes in his mirror every night. Watching himself grow he got excited and aroused like never before. Soon Jared started flexing in his new alt right merch he bought online as part of their effort to be ironic.

And months later, after a whole lotta flexing sessions, and after a few shots of whiskey, he hit one hundred pushups for the first time in his life.

“Dude, if I’m gonna grab you by the pussy, I want to see you wearing those Old Glory shorts.” Yeah, the shorts Daniel bought to be ironic. Jared knew those.

And he did grab Daniel’s cock and balls through the shorts, holding onto them tight, laughing, squeezing. “Ouch, dude, that fuckin’ hurts,” Daniel said, though he was really kidding. It was hilarious. They were so drunk.

But that grab, that first feel of Daniel’s hard, pulsing cock – how it felt on Jarod’s sweaty hand, and how it felt so RIGHT – that grab ignited something in Jared. It felt so RIGHT, not like when he fingered his girlfriends pussy, which always felt awkward to him.

But then it was Jared’s turn to dare Daniel, saying he should get as pumped as he was, that is if he could ever catch up. “I’m working on 120 pushups, bro, and look at you. Fuckin’ puny. Little Daniel. I dare you, bro. You can grab me by the pussy if you ever catch up.”

Daniel wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

And he took Jared’s advice on working out. And soon his guns were just as big, if not bigger. “aw FUCK yeah” Daniel would self ‘mire as he flexed after his workouts. And while Jared would taunt him and call him “little Daniel” he was totally aroused at watching his buddy grow not only in size and strength but also in attitude. And as his buddy grew Jared thought of him more as a kindred, as a brother.

Their jokes were becoming almost infamous in the house.

“Drop and give me 20, Daniel. ‘Merica!”

And Daniel would drop and begin to pump out the reps, counting down:

One – MAGA!

Two – GO KAG

Three – GO NRA!

Four – GO GOP!

“Come on, tiny hands, let’s see if you can beat me at arm-wrestling.” And Daniel would go over to the table where their roommates were playing scrabble, and with a sweep of his thicker and newly vascular arm, wipe their game off that table and grin at their surprise and indigence as it scattered all over. And the buddies would just sit and arm wrestle for a while, grinding the scrabble pieces into the floor with their new Red adidas high tops, their newly bulging calves flexing and forcing their sturdy feet to the floor grinding the game to dust.

“Aww, so hot, bro. You and that MAGA cap. I bet you’ll be able to score all the pussy you want if you wear that out to the bars.”

As Daniel hears this he is flattered by his buddies complement but realizes it’s not the chicks he wants to impress, it’s Jared. This realization made him harder than ever.

“Lock her up, lock her up!” Daniel said to Jared when he was drunk off his ass, trying to tie him to his chair with rope. The guys loved horsing around.

Jared and Daniel both had American flag shorts, now. They had flag tank tops, t-shirts, hats, even MAGA caps. They were getting to be pretty buff guys. Acting like right-wing jockbros had been ironic, but now they looked pretty convincing in the part after working out so much and buying the gear they bought. Vocal inflections, ironic at first, now sounded more and more legit as they got their impersonations down pat. Sometimes they’d go out and hit the bars, ham it up, see who they fooled, which was pretty much everybody.

They were good at this. It was fucking funny and fun as hell.

And all along they just got bigger and bigger as they followed Jared’s researched size building methods. Eating 5000 calories a day. Working out morning and afternoon. Discovering HGH, and anabolic ROIDS.

Jared did all the research on safe and effective ROIDS and without much effort convinced Daniel to begin a cycle. One cycle led to two and as you now know with these two, two leads to a whole lot more.

“You sure this is safe bro?” Daniel would reflexively ask as Jared pinned him in the quad, delt and pec. Jared would wink with assurance and hand Daniel the syringes for his own cycle.

Daniel smiled and trusted Jared completely.

And over time the ROIDS were definitely working. They were becoming beefier; their arms and shoulders widening, developing striations and shredding, and becoming stronger and stronger. Their quads getting THICK, their calves ever pumping outward. They were both fast tracking their JOCK GROWTH – and after a while they looked like Bona fide athletes. Despite the high quality chem that Jared was able to score, the ROIDS eventually caused rashes of acne on their upper arms, back and shoulders. But instead of being bummed out about it they celebrated it as a trophy of their growth. One time with Daniel cheering him on, Jared flexed his bicep until a large boil on his arm popped by itself – “FUCK YEAH!” They both exclaimed at the sight of the whitehead exploding.

Moments like this happened more and more as they grew intoxicated with the process and encouraged each other to pin and lift with abandon. Like – every day, twice a day now at all times as gym buddies, side by side, sharing the experience. Becoming true brothers.

What they didn’t share was how aggressive they were becoming. How Jared would tamp down his surging ANGER by reading more about muscle growth and learning about the process for growth. For his part, Daniel just went with it – sometimes he’d get so fucking PISSED OFF he’d just punch a wall, or squeeze things till they got crushed in his widening and powerful paws. He didn’t admit it then but whenever he crushed something it got him real hard.

Drunk one night, and doing mindless bicep curls with a 35 lb dumbbell, Daniel found himself confessing to Jared that he thinks it’s really hot when Jared acts like a MAGA guy. “Yeah bro?” Jared said, “I think it’s hot too. Makes me feel hot. It’s like everything I secretly want to be when I’m like this.” Jared stared emotionless into Daniel’s deep blue eyes. Awaiting a response.

“Yeah bro?” Daniel said, “I think that’s so fucking hot, man. You look great as one of those guys. I almost feel like I could grab you by the pussy for real, bro. You know….”. He stared directly back into Jared’s dark brown eyes.

“Why don’t you do it then, bro,” Jared said, staring back. “When we’re home. I fucking dare you, bro. Get those tiny hands on this big cock of mine. Work it up bro and land that awesome mouth of yours on it. Heh. Bet you don’t have the balls.”

But turned out Daniel did have the balls, and when he took Jared’s cock in his mouth behind that locked bedroom door, all Jared could say was, “Fuck, bro. MAGA, bro. That’s so fuckin’ hot, bro,” before he came, five minutes later, flooding Daniel’s mouth with white hot cum. Daniel was so much better at this, even as a rookie, than his girlfriend ever was.

And Daniel, for his part, became a totally changed man in that very moment. The mere taste of Jared’s spunk on his tongue ignited his core. He didn’t miss a beat or a drop – his first gulp of Jared’s hot jizz filled him with a sense of power and that second swallow hammered it home. Daniel hungrily gulped it all down, with barely a slurp, pumping a fist as he did so, in confirmation of this conquest.

They changed up and For his part Jared, who felt compelled to be equal or better at this than Daniel, also inhaled Daniel’s sweet spunk with barely any spill, and let it fill his mouth. Then he got eye to eye with Daniel, pulled a MOST MUSCULAR like the hulk, and sneered and swallowed Dan’s entire load at once. The rush caused his eyes to roll back in ecstasy as his head became consumed with thoughts of Daniel transforming into an Alpha cocky unapologetic right wing fucker.

Their eyes still focused on each other they simply fist bumped in silence. And everything in their minds that moment would play out in the weeks and months ahead.

Immediately afterward – their girlfriends got the boot. Their workouts accelerated. Their jock act accelerated, too. And the sexual interactions began to pick up steam. It took a few days until they had the guts to get drunk enough for the second encounter. “Dude, I just… I swear I’m not conservative or anything like that, but when you pull off your red-blooded true American act, when you really sound like you live to vote red, it just does something to me. It’s like a trigger. And you know I don’t swing that way right? You know I’m a blue state ACLU guy all they way. right? But man when you do that MAGA stuff you sound really convincing… sometimes it makes me wish you would, you know, go MAGA even. Is that bad to say?” Daniel said.

“Nah, it’s not bad, bro,” Jared said, giving him a deep-tongued kiss. “It just means you’re in love with a real man and what a man’s meant to be. I think it’s hot, too. We should try to act like this all the time. Like, not break character even and really perfect it.”

Daniel smiled at Jared and Flexed his now 15 1/2”’ and still growin guns. “MAGA, bro!”

Jared grinned, and it was a different grin tho – it was sadistic, and he grunted between gritted teeth “MAGA BRO” and fisted up in a most muscular that caused veins to pop across his newly grown packed solid pec shelf.

MAGA! YESSSSS!” Replied Daniel, this time fervently like Jared, enough that spittle flew arose the room with his “sss.”

And they went back and forth, shouting MAGA and flexing for a full minute and both got real hard too.

Here bro read this. Jared gave Daniel a copy of the book “The way of men,” by Jack Donovan. “I’ve been reading this – good stuff, brother.”

Daniel read it and LEARNED. “Dude this guy Donovan is saying exactly what I’ve been thinking lately! So awesome!”

And soon they weren’t even breaking character, buff as hell, jocked up as hell, and their secret sex life, well, it was getting hotter than ever. Man it was taking up almost as much time as they put into the gym!

They’d alternate who was the sucker and the suckeee- but either way it was a show of pure masculine confederate rebel MAGA redbeck manhood.

Suck my cock, MAGA bro,” Jared would say, as Daniel, in nothing but an American flag jock strap and MAGA hat, worked his meat for a full hour, heavy metal blaring, Jared was just flexing and smirking down at him. The roommates complained about the metal tunes blaring but they didn’t care. Fuck those wussies anyways.

Damn, this was hot, Jared was thinking during a particularly noisy and raucous session. Daniel was doing Pushups as he sucked away on Jared’s pole, and he was wayyyy over 100 by the time Jared started shooting his lead. Jared was super impressed. Daniel was strong; he had the heart of a warrior. And fuckalll – Look at the muscle Daniel has put on. And he was still putting on more and more all the time. Jared totally and completely respected Daniel. Fuckin period.

“Check em out bro! MAGA POWER!” Daniel Flexed for Jared the day his biceps hit 16”, making a nice vascular peak. “Fuck ya gonna hit 17” by Summer bro! Gonna get HUUUUGE!”

Jared smiled brightly. “YEAH BRO! You and me bro. Together man. We’re gonna become SUPERHUMAN.” And he pulled his now trademark Most Muscular “GRRRRR!”

One day after the gym Daniel was hanging and rubbing his boner and said – “Dude, sometimes I feel like you really are gonna vote Trump, like you really mean it. And you know how that makes me feel? So fucking hot dude, like hot enough that my dick leaks just from thinking about it.”

Jared laughed. “Fucking awesome, man. Yeah, if you said you are gonna vote Trump, I would want to suck your leaking cock even more than ever man. I would suck you off and edge you for hours.”

“You dare me, bro? I’m starting to feel like we really should. Vote Trump. I mean, the thought it so hot to me. I know it’s wrong but maybe it’s not. I don’t know why I think it’s so hot but it really is.”

Jared took shirtless Daniel by the delts and looked directly into his eyes. “It’s because libtards ruined masculinity, man. They ruined US, man. Nature made us men but libtards nurtured us this way. I’m pretty sure dude that’s what happened. They lied to us bro. How else can you explain how we turned out. Fuckin spending time and money caring about scumshit that cant take care of themselves. Bleeding hearts and all that shit. Like I didn’t choose that. Nobody fuckin would.”

“That’s so hot, man, oh my God, that’s so fucking hot. Hearing you say libtards.” Daniel unconsciously started rubbing at his cock again.

“Yeah, man?” Jared said. “Libtards. Fucking retarded limp-dicked libtards.” He sneered at Daniel. “Spineless LIBTARDS.” And for emphasis, he FISTED up flexing his arm. “Weak goddamn LIBTARDS. Fuck those LIBTARDS!”

They stared at each other in silence as they both realized what has happened. Silently they realized – They are CHANGING. They are changing together. And they both LIKE THIS CHANGE ALOT. FUCKKKYESS.

Daniel was boned as hell. “You can say that to me anytime you want, man. I hope you do. Take it as seriously as you want to, all this MAGA stuff. I think it’s so much hotter when you really get into it. I want to get all the way into it too man. Fuck, man, I want to vote Trump.” Instinctively he made a FIST and pounded it to his meaty solid bare chest with a Thump and then GRIPPED his fist directly in Front of his face, knuckles facing upward and then PUMPED and His biceps and enlarging triceps BULGED up and out as he did this. He sneered. Daniel was so hard his dick ached and it started leaking.

Jared sneered back and repeated the FIST – CHEST – GRIP – PUMP motion. “Do it, dude. It makes me hard to hear that. I know I’d be rock hard at this point if I voted for Trump on November 3.”

“You should fucking do it, dude. I love you like this. So hot, bro.” Another FIST-CHEST-GRIP-PUMP.

“Fuck yeah it’s hot, bro.” FIST-CHEST-GRIP- PUMP

It wasn’t long after that until the guys were really pushing it with each other and inadvertently cementing their manhood and also exploring and cementing their newfound beliefs. Every day now in Jared’s room they suck and kiss each other for hours under the glaring light of his 57” TV and Fox News.

Jared got down on his knees and sucked Daniel’s cock for hours while Daniel streamed a litany of MAGA-related lines to him, told him everything he wanted to hear about being a real man, told him everything about what he was becoming. “So awesome you an me gettin HUGE, man. Doin ROIDS yeah. Goin from 14” guns to 15”, 16” and now goin on FUCKKKIN 17”. Gettin stronger too man. Pressin 320 bro fuck ya bro!

“And we’re findin our manhood bro. Jack Donovan helping us. Hah FUCK, realizing that we ARE the dominant ones. Realizing that all a along we’ve been de-masculated by SLUTS and FAGS, to keep us down. To keep us CONTROLLED. Well FUCK THAT, were gonna ASSERT our manhood back at them BIG TIME!

“Graham Allen’s podcast helping us see the TRUTH. Man I love hearing his sweet voice correcting me, teaching me, helping me understand, guiding us. Dear America FUCK YA.


Gonna embrace the WARRIOR MINDSET. Fuck it’s so good to be STRONG. Feels so good to be HARD. Feels so ghood to be TOUGH. FUCK FEELINGS! It’s Survival of the FITTEST.

And Jared would return this even more fervently. “YOU AND ME MAN GONNA GROW MAN GONNA GET PAYBACK FOR ALL THEIR LIBTARD LIES!”

It was hot as hell so the guys just kept doing it with each other. Their jackoffs and Sperm loads were getting INSANELY hot; like each jackoff was more intense than the last.

All this was so new to them. It totally contradicted anything they were before and they were saying things that they would have never previously believed. What was Verboten was hot. What was hot was ironic as it TURNED THEM INTO THE THING THEY WERE MAKING FUN OF. And so much more.

It was hypnotic. It was addictive. It was effective.

With Tucker Carlson on the screen ranting, and the heavy metal pounding, the dudes stood flexing for each other eye to eye and Jared said In a mock whiny voice, “We believe in open borders and pathways to citizenship.” He was stroking his shaft.

“FUCK THAT SHIT!” Daniel growled as he grabbed Jarods head and guided it to his pulsing aching hard cock. Jarod said nothing as he went HOG on Daniels phallus, it was Daniel who did all the taking…

“FUCK THE ILLEGALS, man. Fuck them coming over here, INFESTING our land. Taking our jobs, fuck that! Can’t believe we once supported them. And what did they ever do for us, man? NADA. Fuckin SHIT. So FUCK em. Fuck em all. Round em up. CAGE ‘EM! Take their fuckin kids away haha! FUCKKKN line em up man. Fuckkkn waste em all heh, goddamn gun ‘em down…. heh…..haha….yeah yeah yeah AWWWWWFUCKYEAHHHH!” And he shot a load of whitehot jizz into Jared’s mouth.

Jarod came home and pinned up a pro police back the blue flag next to their Trump 2020 and Don’t Tread on Me flags. He saluted the flag and turned to Daniel and said “we owe the police big time, dude. How many years as radical fuckups did we call them ‘pigs’ and supported anti police politics. We OWE them back man. We OWE them honor and RESPECT for AUTHORITY. “

Hearing this Daniel fell over himself to get his mouth around Jarods cock which expanded into an impossibly hard phallus as he went on about the police. “Yeah man I’ve hooked up with some cops on IG, man. Cool dudes, bro. Into authority, man. Into law and order. Structure. All of em strong, gym dudes like us. And catch this bro they are all pro Trump like us bro! So they deserve our respect. And guess who doesn’t respect them? Yeah right man the fuckin LIBTARDS. Fuckin weasels like we used to be man. Blue lives matter man! Go POLICE! Go ABSOLUTE ARBITRARY AUTHORITY!” And as he flexed he began to shoot a volley of cum into Daniel, “GO BLUE GO BLUE GO BLUE….police dudes are awesome. Man they got the POWER. The AUTHORITY…grrrRRR yeah yeah yeah man yeahhhhh powerrrrr…”

Daniel gurgled, as he savored Jarrods sweet jizz, “So HOT. Muscled conservative cops man, so awesome. Alt right cop bros, yeah man gotta support em however we can man. FUCKYA!”

Later, Daniel wanted to meet the cops too so they went on IG and looked up Officer Matthew from Houston, officer Mike from Eerie, officer Frank from Staten Island, and officer Dylan from Jacksonville. All welcomed him and he learned from them as Jarod had too. From reading their blogs daily, and listening to their news, He learned the importance of authority, of proper training, self protection, respect for America, the true value of family and keeping a community safe.

But every day it also got Daniel more pissed off. Pissed that his liberal weasel parents raised him like that. Pissed Off at the years of lies from the media. Angry that he missed already years of this superior conservative style living. Man he’d get so fucking pissed he’d go to his basement, grip gallon cans of paint and SQUEEEEEZE them until they burst open. It became the only way around the house he could work off steam, without hurting anybody. Because now, he was looking at those 2 other housemates with deep contempt, angry at their puny size, and their fagwuss liberal values.

Again Daniel was hanging watching Cops, and said, “Jared the thought of Matt gettin tough with some fucker….you know like whackin it around a little maybe, and I know that is so bad man. But man the thought of Matt getting a little brutal with the perps makes me real hard man. I dunno before man I’d have been disgusted By a badass cop but man…”

Jared smiled and again took Daniel by his increasingly larger and meatier delts and looked directly in his eyes, “Absolute. Arbitrary. Authority. Matt’s got the POWER. Fuckin perp had it comin!”

“Fuck yeah. Absolute. Arbitrary. Authority. Fuckkkin YEAHHHH!” And they both FISTED UP and air abused an imaginary perp, grunting as they rained imaginary blows on some law breakin asswipe.

In the meantime, Their new online cop friends introduced Jared to a bunch of alt right dudes on IG. And Jared read their blogs furiously. And he looked into their Websites and signed up for their emails and podcasts. Podcasts by Buck Sexton, Charlie Kirk and Graham Allen. Daniel signed up too and they would listen and read hungrily day after day. Soon they began to order merch from them too, from dudes like Warrior12, and Shredneck. One cop bro, Officer Jake from Tucson, told them about his buddies in the “three percenters.” Daniel listened but wasn’t really tuned into his politics – but he thought their III logo with the circle of stars was pretty cool. Jake was their age too, and he worked out, so they really connected.

The alt right cops also introduced GUNS into Jarrod and Daniels lives. Before they were members of their local anti gun reform movement. Now after a little help from their new bros they realized they were brainwashed by the liberal media and wrong all along. “2A! 2A! Guns now Guns forever!” Daniel shouted over the heavy metal with Jarrods mouth planted on his dick. They were wearing their new pro gun pro cop apparell they bought from a conservative blogger called Warrior 12. They drank Black Rifle coffee now. “My rights don’t end with your fuckin feelings!”

“Fuck those PARKLAND FUCKERS.” Said Daniel one night as they watched Tucker rant on them. “Pew pew pew!”

A little earlier that day they had a fantastic workout. Jared got some new gear from an new source – a cop in Houston named Officer Matt. The got his shipment and they pinned up a cycle and went to town. While watching Tucker and then Sean that night they both ejaculated, just by sitting there and not touching their cocks. They just listened, and repeated what the big guys were saying on TV. And they bucked their hips and shot their loads which almost hit the tv.

“Jarrod was staring at Tucker in the TV. “He’s one handsome dude for an old guy ain’t he? I hope I’m that handsome as Tucker when I’m his age.”

“Yeah man Sean too. Handsome fucker. And tells the TRUTH man.”

Sometimes Jared would come in and find Daniel with his iPods on listening intently, pants down, penis erect and oblivious to Jared’s presence as he’s listening to Graham Allen or one of the alt right podcasts. Daniel would get so into the content so much that his cock would twitch and jerk and spew his Jizz without a touch. Fuck that was so HOT to watch! The best part was what Daniel muttered as he shot his load, “Fuckin yaaahhh gonna pound those libtards to shit man. Gonna show em. Gonna FUCK EM UP GOOD.”

Daniel pinned up a Stars and Bars confederate flag with the others and strode around the house arms crossed and proud. “REBEL POWER!”

Their roommates thought they were acting crazy, which was kind of funny because they didn’t even see the sexual encounters or seem to catch on to any of it. As least Jared and Daniel hoped they didn’t, and part of them thought, fuck it, if those guys really saw any of it or figured it the fuck out, they were just libtards anyhow. Who really gives a fuck what libtards think? And it was hot to snicker about what losers their roommates were, even though they liked this living arrangement. It was hot to just casually chill around the house in American flag shorts or in a flag bandana or in Jared’s flag tank top from Urban Outfitters. If the roommates asked, they usually just tossed it off as being ironic or made a joke about it. “’Merica, bro,” Jared would say and laugh.

“Dude we gotta tell the fags and trans and queers to FUCK OFF. They are destroying what it means to be a real man.” And with that Daniel planted a huge kiss on Jared.

Yeah, you like this though, bro,” Jared would say, kissing back. “Real men would never admit to this stuff. If I were a fagtard you wouldn’t be into me.”

“Damn straight I wouldn’t,” Daniel said, squeezing his bro’s biceps. “Wouldn’t be into you if you were a wimp like you used to be, either.”

“Fuck yeah, bro. You used to be so fucking weak, too. Now look at you. Total MAGA bro. So fucking hot, man. You’re like the American Fag Wet Dream or some shit, fucking love it,” Jared said, slobbering all over him in a passionate kiss.


And Jared really did Love what Daniel was becoming – a handsome and packed muscled jockbro. In the 18 months now they had been up to this routine, Daniel had gotten big and thick – his pecs had become solid and while not hugely rounded like some dudes, they had grown into a powerfully tight pec shelf, and looked impenetrable, even bulletproof. His pecs were so solid that his nips pointed directly outward. Daniel’s arms had also popped and grown and gotten nicely vascular. His traps and neck had thickened and had filled in nicely also. But it was Daniel’s obliques that really got Jared’s attention. More than a trillion sit-ups had earned Daniel the hardest, shreddiest and strongest obliques Jared had ever seen and he’d get lost licking and kissing them – while Daniel laughed and growled like an animal. Daniel’s blonde hair remained fair across his body; and his soft blue eyes contrasted the muscle bull he was becoming. And as Jared licked and nuzzled his face into Daniel’s obliques he’d imagine those awesome blue eyes lighting up with delight. Jared loved making Daniel smile.

Not to mention what Jared himself was becoming – a literal muscle BEAST. Jarod always had a big head for his body – at least that is what he was told – but that changed rapidly, once the ROID cycles kicked in. He WIDENED, his back, neck, traps, shoulders – all just FLARED OUT, seemingly overnight. His Dark hair stood in relief to his growing arms, which rather than showing a network of vascularity like Daniel, his arms formed a nice thick heavy pipe vein that went from his wrist to his shoulder – and the more he FISTED UP the more it inflated. Everything on him just GREW. His CALVES, his GLUTES, his DELTS, his NECK — and all of it supported his huge GRINNIN handsome thickly bearded brown eyed head.

“Here you go bro, round 2.” Jared held up the syringe with a grin.

“Dude another so soon? We just pinned our first round two days ago.” Daniel was caught off guard and yet For some reason tho he was boning up.

“Nah bro. This new chem isnt every other week, it’s every other day. Comes from a Russian buddy of Officer Matt’s I met on IG. His names Constantin.”

“Cool!” Of course Daniel was not going question Jared on it because he trusts him emphatically.

So they pinned the new Russian ROIDS every other day and then soon every single day – and continued to work out twice a day along with eating 5000 calories. Every day they made sure to get 8 hours of sleep and also a good healthy dose of Graham Allen’s patriotic rant podcast “Dear America” and Fox News and w whole lotta man on man sex which became more physical with each passing brutish, animalistic jizz flying session.

One thing though that they didn’t do, a line they did not cross, despite a deeply developing bond that eclipses brotherly love, was anal fucking. Sure they tongue probed and fingered and used toys, but in an unspoken and hushed manner they avoided raw fucking eachother. They were both becoming alpha beasts and submitting to one another was not part of their reprogramming. Period.

The deep desire to fuck, however, was growing in both of them. And as it festered it fueled a pent up rage that began with the ROIDS and is now amplified by this new Chem. All the MAGA, the anger, the muscle the food the chem – plus now an insatiable desire to fuck – led to this night.

It started after their second workout of the day, Daniel was at the GNC buying some more supps when he was overwhelmed by an odor so bad it made him gag, and run outside to puke. He asked his buddy Lamar the store clerk to hold his order he would come back later but how he got so sick so quick from some weird smell was unknown to him. It happened a little later that day too, at the gas station, he got a whiff of that smell again but it wasn’t as bad as earlier. Yet this second time, the smell made him angry. Like out of the blue REAL PISSED OFF, and so amped and angry that he either needed to punch or crush something or fuck something or just BREAK something, cause some damage. He raced home.

When Daniel came home he found Jarods laptop open and saw some hot images on it, sexy guys all militarized and gun wielding. Cool looking dudes marching with flags and guns, looking like they are having a good time. Then he heard Jarod yell from the basement “You fuckin snoop! What You fuckin lookin at my computer for huh?”

Turns out, the other roommates were sneaking into his computer and looking at Jarods history and found some right wing and national socialist material. Mainly hot guys but other things too like weapon making instructions and manifestos.

Jarod had cornered them in the basement laundry room and they admitted to the spying – this is when Daniel came in. Jarod was so huge he dwarfed both roommates, Daniel needed to peer around him to see them both. They seemed terrified – and this gave both Jarod and Daniel a thrill. One of the roommates blurred out, in hopes of getting help from Daniel, “Jarods looking at Nazi shit on the web! He’s chatting with Fucking Nazis!”

The word Nazi hung in the air a moment but Daniel quickly responded, “Fuck you for invading his browser, asshole!” And with that he grabbed one of them and Jarod grabbed the other, and for a moment, Jarod and Daniel stood, and got eye contact, and immediately and non verbally agreed to rape the fuck out of these roommates NOW. These liberal fuckholes will become a solution to their ass fucking needs!

Remember though just 18 months ago these were two mild mannered liberal dudes themselves. Today still, They have no idea how to get aggressive, let alone rape, haha! this was new territory for them, but they both seemed to relish figuring it out.

Daniel was surprised both at how easy it was for him to detain his roommate just by grabbing its shoulder with one hand and squeezing, but also at how much noise the roommate made as he tightened his grip; the feeling of the goddamn fuckin squealin fagtard’s puny shoulder squish in his grip excited him. But the whining cunts squealing PISSED HIM OFF, it had to STOP, and instinctual rage kicked in and with his free hand Daniel grabbed the back of the roommates head and full throttle slammed its face into the top of the washing machine, denting the playable metal of the appliance and also causing the shit-tard’s nose to break and bleed. this moment was Daniel’s first ever violent act, a moment he would cherish if for nothing else but the sheer raw excitement of that first thrill of causing pain on weaker, less….able humans. Sort of like his first ever orgasm, you never forget it. Still gripping the hair on the back of the head he lifted the head and incredulously stared at the result and he got super HARD. He smiled at the bruised nose and the blood gushing from it, he gained satisfaction at its struggles to breathe. And as his cock reached peak wood, he realized with a wide grinning sneer that violence is a TURN ON.

But while slamming the libtard losers face to shit provided Daniel that unexpected thrill, it did not stop the cunt from squealing, in fact the squealing got worse. And So began Daniel’s instinct to repeat violence until satisfaction – but Even after slamming its face down onto the wash machine twice more …. well, yep, it was still screaming. In the next moment as the roommate lay prone and dazed over the washing machine, Daniel spotted and grabbed a role of duct tape from a shelf and quickly got to work wrapping it around its head and mouth, and THAT did the silencing trick pretty much, except for some muffled groans. Daniel was quiet as he wrapped the tape around the head a few times, tore it and tossed the roll to Jared who also had a screaming asswipe to contend with.

Jared managed to snag the tape mid air with one hand while he held his mewling and kicking victim with his other powerful arm. “Thanks man” he muttered as he wrapped his fist around the spindly neck, and realized he could make it quiet just by SQUEEZING. So he squeezed and gripped that neck closed with a powerful vice like single handed grip. Like Daniel, Jarod was surprised at how easy this was to render a guy so useless. He put the tape down and grabbed the neck with both his paws now and pressed his thumbs into the larynx and also began to lift it off the cement floor, it’s feet kicking but failing to gain traction. “So EASY!” He cried out to his buddy who smiled back. Jarod slowly lifted the punk a few inches off the floor and let it hang there – his powerful ROID engorged ARMS made this a relatively easy exercise.

Jarod stood wide and loosened his grip a little so the fagwuss could breath a little, and looked to Daniel. “Gonna Fuck It!” He grinned, awaiting approval.

“Fuck YEAHH!” Daniel approved, alright as he gripped the back of his asswipe’s head and slammed it again onto the washing machine, as if punctuating the decision to RAPE these loser liberal wussfucks. Funny, what a difference a year makes. Before these two were buddies, liberal mates they met in school and stayed on with afterward, they all got along real well. Now. Heh. All they are to Jarod and Daniel are fucktard inferior asswipe holes to pump with their raging, mammoth jizz pulsing newly conservative cocks.

Within moments both the dudes had their victims shorts torn off and their cocks rammed up their respective snowflake asses. Jared used no lube at all but immediately felt slickness from the bleeding his cock was causing in the libtards insides. That feeling along with that realization his cock has become a weapon – turned Jared into a crazed fuckmachine. Dangling his vic aloft by the neck with both hands, allowing some air into its lungs so it could respond to his vicious thrusts, Jarod was amped by the gurgling and choking sound his vic made as he squeezed, and the fear in its eyes….man this response FUELED the emerging sadist in him. His arms GOT PUMPED with the weight of the asswipe; his lats, his delts, bicep and triceps muscles felt so GOOD, seemingly getting stronger as the fucking and squeezing went on.

Across the room, Daniel was more practical. Sensing then need for lube, he first wiped his beefy hand into a pool of blood on the wash machine and slathered it on his steely pole. Then he rammed it in and AWWWFUCKYEAH, started whaling his victim with abandon. Daniel’s core was especially strong and it allowed him to PLOW his victims cunt with the force of a jackhammer. He felt like a MAN. He felt like a MACHINE. Finally! Years of fucking chicks as a femfag liberal never felt like this.

It didn’t take long for them to climax. Jarod’s plowtool started to erupt when he looked over and saw Daniel’s innocent and normally smiling face all contorted into an angry sneering sadistic visage – he was so AGGRESSIVE, and seeing this drove Jared into an insane long lasting climax, shooting loads of his white jizz into the bloody ass of his libtard victim.

And for his part, Daniel heard Jared ROAR in ecstasy and looked to him with a deep sense of respect – seeing Jarod all VICTORIOUS, all SUPERIOR – all CONQUERING – drove Daniel to a sudden and violent climax. POUND POUND POUND was the only sound to be heard as he RAMMED and PLOWED his victim into the cement wall next to the wash machine.

Then, silence for a moment. Except for the sobbing from the taped victims mouths.

And then in an instant they discarded their fucktoys and were wrapped into eachother, their arms holding one another in a mutually powerful embrace, their mouths attached in a long deep tongued kiss. Ignoring the moaning rape victims at their feet, the blood and cum on tbe cement floor, and the blood on their hands- ignoring all this, they kissed and kissed in an expression of true masculine love.

One of the victims started to move and get up off the floor so they both quickly got to work and duct taped the naked, bleeding and sobbing bodies of the roommates to the steel basement support poles. Jarod and Daniel stood there a moment and appreciated their handiwork. Daniel sneered, wound up and delivered a roundhouse punch to Jarod’s fucktoy, smacking it so hard it’s head slammed into the pole and it got knocked out cold. The feel of his fist as it mashed into the useless fucks face was gratifying; he sneered at his fist a moment.

“Weak, liberal asswuss.” Daniel muttered as he walked away toward the stairs. “C’mon bro.” He said to Jarod, “show me your websites.”

They were battered beyond recognition already. Limply yet securely duct taped to the basement support beams of the house they had lived in for two years, they could barely breathe it hurt so much. Both suffered multiple fractures already from their violent rape just a few minutes ago. Yeah they could barely move or breathe but they could sure as hell hear. From up the steps, thru an open basement door and a couple of feet across the hall, Daniel’s voice could be heard as Jarod initiated him into his new world. Jarod himself was soft spoken, but Daniel being deaf in his left ear from a firecracker accident as a kid, always spoke loudly.

Whaddaya got, bro. Lemme see this shit!

Oh fuck man. Oh man. Aw FUCK! Naw, keep showin me.

Oh yeah? Another cycle, today? Cool bruh. Here man you first……slammin that in dude yeahhh. Now me ok. …… (deep sigh) …. yeah. (Another deep sigh). Har gonna go animal at the gym tonight bruh. Heh yeah.

Wow man that’s fuckin badass shit Jar. Naw keep it comin. Oh hey that’s Officer Jake from Tucson, and….aw man aw WOW MAN. So he’s a goddamn Nazi!?

What? Whaddaya mean bro?

OK ok I’ll watch it. I’ll watch it. (Long pause with occasional grunt or cough or slight FUCKYAH)

That fuckin HOT, man. FuKKKIN HHOT! Look at em man. Uniforms and bats and shit. BRASS FUCKKKIN KNUCKLES. FUCKYESS! And look at those BOOTS, Jar. Fuckyes man GONNA FUCKKKIN STOMP!

Oh ok I’ll watch it man, watchin it. Heh.

Wow I guess I never thought Of it that way before. That’s very eye opening. They were just trying to make a safe place in tbe world for white folk. So MISUNDERSTOOD! The goddamn MEDIA. Again the FUCKIN LIBERALS! My fuckin parents man they’d freak out over this shit. Haha! But FUCK them man! They lied about republicans. And Trump! And now this too! All this time I’ve been lied to, so PISSED NOW SO GODDAMN PISSED, FUCK! FUCK! Those LIBERAL CUNTTARDS! FUCKKK!

(Something [Daniels coiled fist] hits something [the wall] multiple times and a loud crash involving glass occurs, and Jared can be heard shouting “SWEEET!” And “FUCKYAH!” As the commotion occurred. In the end 2 fist holes thru the plaster And a destroyed shelving unit).

SEIG HEIL, MAN. Fuck YESS! SEIG HEIL! (The. Together with Jarod). SEIG HEIL! SEIG HEIL!

And that symbol man. Well goddamn I used to be scared of swatikas and now bro, now I want one INKED right here man FUCKYA!

Check out those badass fuckers Jar! We’re gonna be like em man. We are gonna HATE like them.

Fuckkin HATE, man. Yah man I fuckkkn HATE now. YEAH MAN IM FEEEEEELIN THAT HHATE. Lettin that HATE FLOW. YEAHHHH.

Har look at us bro, we are gonna be BETTER than them man. We’re gonna HATE MORE THAN THEM. We are gonna GET BIGGER THAN THEM HA!

We’re gonna be MUSCLE Nazis Jar!

No? Oh! Ok then. Ooohhhh. FASCISTS. (Pause).





And Jar you and me and our Cop Bro Jake. Yeah? Dylan too? FUCKYA and Mike? SWEET! Rob and Matt too. Are they slammin Bollt too? NIIIIICE. Now let me see the rest of this shit bro. LAY IT ON ME MAN.

Another needle! That’s three today Jar. Ok man whatever you say bro. (Pause). Here man.

WP, man. (Sound of another High five) Hey WP OFFICER JAKE! GO WHITE POWER! HAR! SEIG HEIL BROS!


Aw MAN you guys feelin this?! That third needle bros it’s hittin me somethin FIERCE. You too!?! COOL! FUCKKKYESS BROS GOTTA FUCK SOMETHIN! Gotta FUCKKK SOMETHIN NOW! DONT CARE DONT CARE GOTTA FUCK GOTTA FUCK!

And in tbe next moment the two ROIDED and newly minted hate brothers came down the basement stairs like locomotives, and in another moment both of their previous roommates were untaped from the support beams and once again being brutally violated by Daniel’s and Jarod’s mammoth engorged and ROIDED cocks. Jarrod once again held his captive aloft with both paws gripping at the neck . And Daniel was simply humping his victim face first into the cement basement wall.

POUND POIND POUND, was heard in the room as Daniel fucked with abandon.



“What the?” Daniel muttered, gritting his teeth.

POUNNNNNNDDDDKKKKRRRUCKKKK. “Heh. Breakin it’s bones Jar!”



POUNDKKKRRRUCK. Silence, except for Daniel’s heavy breathing.


Daniel was so in the throes of his own hyperactive roided orgasmic buildup that he did not notice his fuck partner was now dead, having been crushed to death by Daniel’s rage fueled powerful core barrel onslaught. The realization however pushed Daniel to a new level of insanity. Still edging his load with his cock firmly planted inside his Vic, Daniel was sweating and shaking with excitement and looked to Jared, wild eyed, mouth agape. “Jar, it’s dead bro. I fuckkkn, I fuckkkn KILLED it!”

Across the basement Jared looked at his buddy in awe. The image of Daniel, his hard muscled body sweating in the indirect light, and his face – such a boyish look as though he just got his first hit in softball, or just had his first kiss, the combined look of wonder and victory as he said “I fuckkkn killed it.” All this drove Jared as he continued to pound his own libtard victim while choking it. But Jarod was no pushover and needed to be equal to his bro. My turn, he thought as his cock grew and hardened.

Jarod released his grip from the neck, and in the moment his victim gasped for air, he planted both his paws around its head, gripped his fingers real tight into the libfucks sweaty hair, grinned and said to Daniel “Check this out bro!”

Jared first spat in the vics face and grinned and said “know what fuckkka, I’m not a Nazi. I’m a neo Nazi!” making sure the last thing the loser saw was his handsome angry sneering face, and then with a savage yet controlled movement WRENCHED the head in a 180 degree turn thereby completely snapping the vertebrae of the neck and destroying the spinal cord. The sound of cracking bone filled the room and it caused Daniel’s cock to become exponentially harder and Jarod’s cock to thicken I to a girth not before imagined. Jarod gritted his teeth, repositioned his paws and with a second brutal and inhuman movement twisted the head another 180 degrees so the spittle laced face was again facing him. More crinkling and crackling of nine filled the room and then, total silence except gasps of “oh fuckkkyah” from Jarod. Then complete silence, a moment.

And Daniel simply stared in awe, his cock so rigid it kinda hurt. But he managed to chuckle a little and say “neo Nazi. Fuck yeah.”

Jarod chuckled back. “Damn Right Bro.” Jarod’s cock was similarly painful. They both needed release NOW.

So, both newly minted hatecriminals began to POWERHUMP their dead victims. For both, the fact that they had a dead corpse on their dick was not the problem, it was that they needed to BLOW THEIR LOADS NOW. So they worked up their loads; the sound from the basement might have resembled fighter jets taking off from a carrier: The pure sound of FUCKKKPOWER as they worked their cocks into rigid weapons of destruction and then UNLOADED their partially altered DNA into their victims. They screamed in ecstasy. They stomped their work-booted feet causing their balls to churn and unload even more cum into their victims destroyed holes. From anywhere in the house could be heard Inhuman gutteral sounds. Athletic breathing. Boots scraping on the cement floor. The occasional “Fuuuuuuckkk” and growl.

Then quiet. Complete silence a moment.

Then in an instant, both men dropped their useless victims to the floor and came into a long, passionate embrace. Their mouths joining and not releasing. Their tongues reaching back, hands gripping eachothers ass. Jarod and Daniel together. A state of pure and unrivaled love.

Daniel pried away from Jared’s lips, and stared his soft blue eyes into Jared’s deep browns, and sneered “I just killed a guy and I don’t fuckin care.”

Jared paused, smiled, shook his head slightly, “me neither.” They both immediately got raging hard, again.

Another pause and then BOOM, their faces came together and their tongues went insane inside their mouths. Then moments later they were showering, cleaning up their bodies and especially their dicks. And then back in their bedroom, the TV blaring America1, and heavy metal from Harms Way cranked, they chowed eachothers cocks so hard and long. Their bodies became jizz producing machines. Over and over they came and would be ready to shoot a fresh load again just moments later.

“Goddamn fascist killer muscle stud,” Jarrod huffed out as he shot a load into Daniel’s mouth, “so goddamn strong, watchin you hump it to death, yeahhhh….aw yeah Daniel you’ve become such a MAN.”

“Superhuman killer stud bro,” Daniel purred into Jarrods ear as he kissed his neck. “Watchin you twist that head. Watchin you turn from a normal weak dude into a brutal killer. Jarod that was sweet, just soooo sweet, you Total fuckin man.”

Finally, and as the sun began to rise, they spent out completely and both fell into a deep recuperative slumber on their comfortable mattress. The media was now off and a soft dawn summer breeze was blowing thru the window.

Some time later….


The sound of a beefy, leather clad FIST pounding on tbe front door.


In a split second they were startled out of bed by the commotion, and Jarod sprung up, threw on a pair of workout shorts from the floor, ran to and opened the front door. Standing there, breathing heavy with anticipation was Officer Jack of the local police. His cruiser was parked on the roadside behind him, lights not on.

For a brief moment the two men quickly evaluated eachother – and then Jarod let the cop inside. Daniel had slid on a pair of jeans and was there at the door as well, panicking internally but speechless as he too took in the sight that was Officer Jack.

The cop was Fully uniformed, except for his cap. He wore a pair of Black Danner tactical boots with the pant cuffs tucked in. Tall, easily 6’ 4”, the cop was lean with muscle but not bulging. His short sleeved uniform revealed inked, athletic arms that, Jarod noticed, when he instinctively reached for his firearm upon entering, his muscles expanded the sleeve just a little. Most noticeable with Jack was his bright fire red hair, which stood out despite being buzzed very short and cropped atop his side-shaved head. The cop sported emerald green eyes, and a beard of bright red scruff, neatly trimmed. Officer Jack was fully equipped, his belt and best heavy with gear including cuffs, a taser, ammo, and a patrol baton. His badge and a couple of pens gleamed from his chest pocket, and his service revolver hung at his hip. No body cameras here, no sir. But plenty of cop attitude; upon entry he was as serious as could be.

The policer quickly surveilled the room and sneered at Jarod, and then approached him, inquisitively, looking at him directly in the eyes. “I just did my third dose, heh. Feel awesome.” He nodded and casually gripped both his fists together briefly, still looking at Jarod. “So, where’s the dead fucktards, bro?” He licked his lips and grinned widely, eyes alight. Just then Daniel noticed he was sweating hard at his pits, his uniform Significantly darker there; Daniel also sensed an energy coming from the cop, like an electric current emitting from him. And man, he smelled so GOOD. Daniel smelled leather, and musk, a little Old Spice, and yeah, fine pot. To Daniel, The cop smelled like a gorgeous fall day.

“Downstairs, bro.” Jarod smiled at him, while Daniel looked on in complete bewilderment.

“Goddamn gotta see this, bro! Where’s the -“ he started toward the hallway but immediately halted and looked back at the pair of shirtless dudes, these newly minted killers with their hair in bed head state, and thus caused the cop to laugh, giggle actually. He was just grinning so wide when he suddenly stood at attention, gripped his fists and crossed his arms at the mid-forearm, and grunted and grinned to Jarod, “Brother!”

Jarod returned the Gesture, “Brother,” he repeated louder than the cop. Daniel stood awkward a brief moment, unsure if he was supposed to follow suit, but the cop continued, speaking to both.

Jack then fistbumped them both, and said “Name’s Jack but my brothers call me Red.“. They made quick introductions and abruptly Red turned for the basement doorway, “Gotta see this shit! Fuck I just gotta see it!” And he was off, bounding down the stairs.

Daniel was completely panicked, a cop was about to find their first victims, and he must have looked panicked also cuz Jarod grabbed his shoulder and said “Its ok man I texted Constantin when you were in the shower and updated him.”

“What? Who? Constantin from Russia? Knows the police?”

Jarod looked at Daniel and realized there is still a lot he does not know. “Dude. Let it play out OK, It’s gonna be OK man!” And just then Red’s voice can be heard from the basement.

“Aw FUCK! Aw GODDAMN FUCK!” And then Red spent a moment laughing maniacally.

When they got down there, they found Red crouched down over Daniel’s victim. He had his service flashlight aimed at the vic’s violated hole, the body clearly bruised from the relentless pounding. Nodding, and licking his lips, Red muttered “beautiful. Violent. Love it.” He then moved over to Jarod’s victim, which was in the light coming thru a basement window, so Red slipper the flashlight back into its holster. He picked up the victim off the floor from its tee shirt collar, and its head hung unnaturally. Red saw this and grabbed the head with his other hand and twisted it up and down and sideways all while simply giggling and sneering. “Wow man this neck is destroyed.” He looked up at the men, “who did this!?”

Jarod grinned and nodded, and raised his hand quickly. Red grinned back, “Niiiiice.” He looked back at the head, at the face and stared at it a moment and then with a THUD hammered the body and the head back to the cement floor, then in a fit of rage or bloodlust or effects from that third dose he took, he stood back, wound up and KICKED the head so hard it lifted the upper body into the air momentarily, it was a brutal, powerful kick from a cop TRAINED to kick. “Aw man this is gonna be so unimaginably sweet!” He turned to the guys, “stay right there, ya hear me!?” He started up the stairs, but stopped abruptly and pivoted back to them and growled “don’t move dudes this is gonna be EPIC!” He grinned, sneered and smirked all at the same time and gave a hearty insane laugh as he turned and went back up the stairs; after a moment they heard the front door open, but not close – he was gong to his patrol car.

In the fleeting moment Red was outside, Jarod said to Daniel, “dude I got a lot to explain.” He put his hand on Daniel’s shoulder, “I shoulda told you by now.”

But Daniel was suddenly distracted by that smell again, the one from the GNC store and the gas station. It got progressively worse, and suddenly Daniel got so sick from it he ran back and puked behind the oil tank. “Aw shit man what is that smell dude!?!”

Jarod was perplexed, “what smell bro? I don’t smell anything, dude are you ok?”

“Jar, it’s so bad!” was all Daniel could manage before the commotion that was Red reappeared at the top of the stairs.

“Who do we have here, boys?” Red huffed. He was holding a man, cuffed, and his mouth taped shit. The man was black, middle aged and obviously destitute. Red gripped him and walked him down the stairs and threw him to the floor where he lay motionless, face down, but moaning and cowing from behind his duct taped mouth.

Upon sight of this, Daniel gagged and ran again to the oil tank to puke.

Red noticed this and in passing said “Aha, Constantine told me about him. Sure enough he can smell a nigger 20 or more feet away, goddamn that’s a hell of a talent! We’ve got ourselves a pure Aryan! Heh, how cool is that!”

Daniel and Jarod stood silent, except for Daniel’s heavy breathing as he recovered from puking. “Smells going away now.”

“Right,” said Red, “you’ll get used to it. That’s what Con says anyways. I’ll never know, I’m not pure.” He looks to Jarod, “Yet!” And then bellowed a deep satisfying laugh.

At this point, Red stood on the last step, just above the captive, hands on his hips he nodded to the bound figure on the floor as he addressed his new buddies. “Fucker broke the law. Sleepin in the park before dawn, tsk tsk tsk,” he sneered, “so I apprehended him, and found him GUILTY, and now it’s time for his punishment. How best to correct this perv before it commits another crime?”

Red stepped onto the cement floor and over to the perp, and stood over it, legs powerfully askew, and drew his firearm. He grinned at the guys, “Lets present the facts.” He pointed the gun directly downward at the captive, looked down at it and said clearly, “Been on the force for 8 years. When I first joined I wanted to be the best cop, a community cop, I wanted to humanize the badge. But niggers like this made it all go wrong.”

And he pulled the trigger and shot the captive at close range in the lower back.


He fired so close the bound and gagged body lurched off the floor briefly. Daniel and Jarod both jumped at the sound of the gunfire but it also aroused them. It aroused Red too, as he stuck his free hand down his uniform pants and grabbed at his cock as he continued …

“I tried bros. I tried to be a cop for everybody but naw, that didn’t last long. Cuz of asswipes like this coon. Always wanting shit. Hands out all the time, complaining all the time. Fuck that!”


And another shot directly into the back of the victim, same impact on the body and the guys – except this time they both stuck their hands into their pants and began to reflexively rub at their cocks.

“One day I was responding to a call at a nigger owned jewelry store. Ended in gunfire and the store owner shot ME. Said he hated cops and perps. I lost a lot of blood that day and I lost my conscience too bros.”


“That was 5 years ago. Been biding my time ever since. Tolerating these degenerate fucks. “


“One day I met Robbie, and then Dylan. And then Constantine and well, here we are!”


Red Stared at the victim and the bloody gunshots, and said “They did this to me. Now they’re gonna pay.” He looked up to the guys, “how many shots so far?”

“Five,” Jarod huffed out, holding his raging hardon.


“There. Seven shots to the back.” And with that he moved around the victim and crouched down to inspect it; he rearranged it a little and then suddenly pounced on it, fitting his knee into the nape of the neck and pressing down. “Here we go boys!”

The sound of flesh scraping into the cement floor was palpable as Red continued his monologue. “My first time hasslin a nigger, aw man…” he unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, which Daniel noticed was slick with precum; his pants crotch was also darkened, he’d been precummjng a while now. He stroked his shaft as he continued to press his knee on the neck and tell his story. “They didn’t expect it cuz I was always nice but fuck that. Not this time man. This time I made it pay. Made it squirm. Made it piss its pants. Made sure it will never jaywalk again. Man it was so easy too all I ever needed was the badge and the pistol. Made it bleet like a goat hah. Loved it. And wanted more and more of that and now, I’m ready man.”

He pressed his knee tighter to the ground. The victim made a gurgling sound. Red grinned “I can’t breathe!” He mocked in a high pitched voice and then laughed maniacally.

Jarod and Daniel grinned and continued to grab onto their cocks at this glorious sight. “Yeah, man.” Daniel said lightly and Jarod laughed heartily.

Red looked up at them and grinned. “My turn!”

He let go of his now purple engorged cock and it was pointed out toward the boys. Red arched his back up straight, lifted his inked ripped arms up into a brave and bright double bi FLEXXX, and JAMMED his knee down onto the neck and crushed it with a loud and abrupt SNAP! And then he shot a mammoth white silky load from his cock, still flexing the double bi, without touching the manweapon that his cock has now become.

Red gritted his teeth. “FUCKKKYAHH”

Daniel and Jarod, as if on cue, approached the dead coon and the cop. Both their cocks were enforced and ready to shoot, and within moments they too were unloading their spiked jizz on Red’s victim.

All three men, physically raging on 3 doses of Constantine’s ROIDS. And now also mentally aligning with what they are turning into.

An hour later on a zoom they would learn about the world that Jarod stumbled into the night he first met Officer Matthew online. It started with advice on building muscle and quickly elevated to an introduction to Constantine and the new Roid called Sodium Naziate. The street name is boLLt.

Unbeknownst to Jarod at the time, boLLt is a designer Roid that combines a super enhanced form of Tren with a chemical that targets a mans DNA structure. The chem, who’s origin is still unknown, is designed to target the pure white or Aryan DNA in a man and enhance it, while wiping out other regional DNA that may also be present . The result is boLLt transforms a guy into a pure Aryan. And due to the enhanced Tren, a strong and aggressive Aryan.

It is Constantine’s goal to distribute boLLt to American cops, thinking they would embrace this concept quickly and eagerly, and he was correct. Within months, cops and law enforcement dudes all over the US were hooking themselves up with Matthew, and soon a network of cops became hooked on boLLt, and also suppliers to the newbies. it was soon discovered that more conservative, gun loving cops were better “influencers” and thus they took leadership in the program. The ultimate goal is to create an army of changed US cops to someday take over the US from within. A plan conceived by Constantine and his boss, Vladimir Putin.

Not every cop is interested however. So they need to recruit. And that is when Jarod stumbled into this. Jarod and Daniel would be the first civilian users of boLLt. Looks like a great success!

For their part, Jarod and Daniel have been instructed to attend the local police academy and become cops themselves. Upon graduation, they were instructed to meet the Sheriff of Rigler County, who has plenty of openings on his force for newly trained and newly minted Aryan HHATECOPS.

To be continued……

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.

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.


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.


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, 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… ……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…….


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.


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.


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)