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Published by Jean on Friday, April 06, 2007
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The big man walked into the warehouse shopping club as he had 100 times before. He usually wore baggy clothes to hide his powerful physique. He usually came in scruffy, with messed up hair or a baseball hat, and an unshaven face to hide some of his bold, sharp features that included a powerful jaw line, a jutting chin, piercing eyes, and flawless skin. Sometimes he even crouched down to minimize the added effect his height had on the whole image. The big man attracted a lot of attention. He knew it and he knew how to use it.
He walked past the check out lanes and spotted his lackey in one of the lanes. The big man casually made eye contact with the little man behind the check out counter who immediately went cold. The scrawny cashier knew what was coming within a half hour and knew he would do nothing but wait. He knew because he had done it so many times before. The big man would come in and load up his cart with expensive merchandise and then line up in the weakling's check out line. When it was time to ring up the expensive items, the big man would use his huge frame to block sight of the cashier while the shorter man, fearing on the one hand for his job and on the other hand for his physical safety, would slide the items through unscanned.
The check out counter was arranged so that both the customer and the cashier stood on the same side of the counter. The cashier had his back turned to the customer, facing the machine. If alot of the cashier's co-workers were around when the expensive items came up, the big man would lean into the smaller man, often pointing at the register as if questioning a charge. This invariably caused the 5'7", 140 lb. weakling to get an erection. In fact, that's how the whole warehouse scam started.
The big man was no stranger to using his 6 feet 4 inches and 270 lbs. of raw muscle to get exactly what he wanted. Even before he had developed his he-man physique he found his looks opened doors for him that others could only dream of. Before long he had come to expect it. Once he developed the body to match his face, he knew he was unstoppable. The big man thrived on both the admiration and the fear he inspired. The knowledge of how easily he could intimidate smaller men into doing exactly what he wanted thrilled the big man and caused a stirring in his loins every time it happened.
Today the big man scammed a watch, several supplements, and even a leather bomber jacket while paying only for groceries and a $12 palm tree. The wimp of a cashier was again completely intimidated by the muscle giant. He tingled while doing the big man's bidding. When the watch came up, the big man leaned across the smaller man to reach for a pen to start completing his personal check for the purchase. The big man gave a wink when he knew no one else could see. The scrawny cashier's hard-on raged as he slid the expensive watch through. The weakling couldn't resist touching the big man's arm as it was outstretched in front of him. Acting like he was directing the big man's arm toward the pen, he almost came when he felt the rippling tricep through the big man's sweatshirt. While he couldn't believe he was putting his job on the line again, he would do anything to serve this muscle tyrant who stalked him. The 20" arm was rock hard and he flexed it when the boy touched it.
The cashier then reached under the counter and slid a digital camera into the big man's cart. A previous customer had discovered the price was too high and left the camera with the cashier. The skinny man knew that he was really pushing it, but he wanted to serve his muscle master well. The big man saw what was going on and felt the rush of power and domination he always got when his servants went the extra mile for him. He was so pleased that he gave the boy something to remember. As he pulled the pen back, he dropped his hand and brushed it slowly across the boy's cock, again so that no one else could see. He knew the weakling would jack off for weeks thinking about what had just happened.
The big man never had any trouble at the exit door where the receipts are checked against the merchandise in the cart. He sought out the most easily intimidated worker, either man or woman. He was never so much as questioned.
The big man's next stop was the health food store. And he had another connection there. This one he couldn't quite consider a servant though. The smaller, lean and muscular blond would certainly serve the big man as best he could. But the big man liked this one much better than the rest. He actually let this one come to the gym with him. He started out letting the handsome blond change the weights for him. But as they worked out together, the connection grew stronger and soon the big man was changing weights for the smaller man and encouraging him to do better.
One day as they were leaving the gym, the big man stopped at the front desk to make sure yet another servant who worked the desk was still scamming the big man a free gym membership. He told the handsome blond he'd catch up. When he got outside, he caught sight of the blond heading around the corner into the alley where they usually parked. He heard his little blond buddy shout "What the fuck...?" and remembered reports of recent muggings in the area. The big man sprinted around the corner to find his buddy getting jumped by two local hoods with a knife. The one with the knife had the blond around the neck from behind with the blade holding him in place while the other one tore open his gym bag and found the wallet. The big man caught up just as thug #2 was starting to rip a gold chain off the blond's neck.
Both the blond and the thug who had him at knife point saw the big man at the same time. The gangster wannabe was so stunned at the sight of the hulking mass before him that he dropped the knife. The big man went into a rage and grabbed the arm that was still around his buddy's neck. With his large right hand, he wrenched the arm off the blond's neck so that it straightened out. Without a second thought the enraged monster of a man twisted the arm so that the elbow faced up and he drove his left hand down and through the stiffened arm. The bones cracked and crunched as the arm gave way and bent the opposite way at the elbow. The former local tough dropped to the ground and clutched his former elbow, unable to muster the wherewithal to even cry out for help.
While this was going on, the blond mounted an attack of his own. He jacked #2 in the jaw with an upper cut. The hood hit the ground and before he could get up, the blond was on top of him with the knife he had scooped up now at the thug's neck. The man on bottom sensed that the blond wasn't going to cut him and played on the weakness. "Come on, pretty boy, cut me - you fuck. You fuckin pretty bitch." But they both stopped when they heard the crack of bones.
The big man grabbed the blond by the back of his sweatshirt and pulled him to his feet. Then he bent down and pulled up the other thug by his collar. The look on the thug's face went from smug to complete terror as he took the big man in face to face for the first time. The big man had just worked out shoulders, back, and biceps. He loved the looks he got with a tank shirt on so he wore one out of the gym despite brisk weather. The intense workout combined with the adrenaline rush of crushing the first punk's elbow made the big man's muscles jump out of his skin. He had no body fat to speak of in the first place. Huge veins popped out of his forearms as he reared back and slammed the punk's face with a brick sized fist. The punk went off his feet but the big man still had him by the collar and stood him back up.
He looked over to his blond buddy, not sure what to expect. "You all right, stud?" he asked. The sight he saw sent a new rush of adrenaline through his body - the blond was standing on the broken arm and grinding the crushed elbow bones into the pavement. The big man drove the punk into the brick wall of one of the buildings that bordered the alley and let him fall to the ground. The punk, with the wind knocked out of him, looked over at his friend's condition and puked.
The big man had a different reaction altogether. He felt a surge in his groin as he looked into his little buddy's gorgeous face and took in the demented smile that the handsome blond was getting from tormenting his attacker. The punk with the broken arm was still unable to speak and just lay on the ground writhing from the pain. The big man walked over and patted his buddy on the ass as the blond grunted, "Yeah, how you like me now, bitch!"
The big man had never felt himself get a hard on so intense. He had never intended to do anything with his little blond buddy since he genuinely liked him and only used little muscle boys that he didn't give a shit about for sex. But he was so overcome that he put a huge muscle arm over the pretty boy's shoulder from behind and rubbed his six pack abs while allowing his raging hard on to rest in the small of his buddy's back. The incredibly handsome and now flushed face of the muscled pretty boy looked up at his big buddy with eyes as wide as saucers in approval. He then reached down and stroked his own raging hard on as the big man slowly moved his monster cock up and down the blond's back.
After a few strokes, the big man gently forced his little buddy off the punk's arm. He then hoisted the punk up by the shoulder of his broken arm. He lifted a thick and heavily muscled leg swiftly to knee the punk in the abs. His considerable height advantage gave the move a crippling effect and the fuck went down again, this time face down. The big man glanced over to make sure the second gangster wannabe was still down and guided his buddy, with a massive paw on the back of his neck, over to the one good arm of the first punk. The big man put a size 13 work boot on the outstretched and downturned arm at the elbow and smiled at his little buddy. Without a word or hesitation, the blond bent down and grabbed the bastard's good hand.
The big man put a huge hand on the blond's back to prevent him from coming up just yet and then bent down over the blond and said into his ear, "Together. One... Two... Three!" With that, the blond pulled the arm back and the big man pulled the blond up with an arm around the blond's chest. The result was three or four popping sounds that left the "good" arm sticking straight up in the air, pointing the wrong way from the elbow, now matching his other arm. Punk #2 saw the whole thing and lost some more of his lunch.
The big man landed a short series of steel toed work boots into the side of the punk on the pavement and laughed when he saw the body still flinching after the kicks had stopped. That caused the blond to start stroking his meat openly. With a powerful leg, the big man rolled the body over onto its back, the mangled arms moving every which way. He then guided his buddy over and grabbed him on either side of the waist. The smaller muscle man knew what was about to happen. The blond jumped up and the big man raised him up high and drove him into the torso of the poor fuck below. The first blow landed both feet into the abs and the body wretched and tried to sit up. On the second blow, one foot caught ribs and there was low cracking sound. The victim's eyes opened wide as he coughed up blood.
Before the third blow, the big man turned so that he straddled the bleeding fuck. The blond jumped higher and the big man forced him down harder. The jack hammer action shattered several ribs. The sound of the bones snapping into fragments caused the blond to turn around and face his master-buddy. The blond threw his arms around the big man and used his massive frame for leverage as he began slowly pumping his sleek muscular legs into the remains of the rib cage he was crushing. The big man threw his arms around his buddy and applied a bear hug, careful not to squeeze the life out of him. He picked up his buddy and whispered, "Let's finish him" as his buddy buried his handsome face in the big man's rippling pecs.
The big man picked the punk up by the hair. The punk could not stand unassisted, so the big man stabilized the useless fuck by holding him up at the armpits. He nodded toward the punk's neck and the blond went around back and grabbed the bastard's forehead from behind. The brute moved his hands around to stabilize the base of the neck. "On three" said the blond. "One... Two... Three!" The powerful brute of a man pulled forward as the pretty muscular blond snapped the neck backward. The neck resisted a little and then with a snap it went limp. The big man held the sagging and lifeless body up by the armpits for a short while so they could take in the sight of the head lobbing back as the dead fuck's nerves away.
The blond moved behind his master and grabbed the monster cock as the big man let the lifeless body fall to the ground. The blond reached into the big man's workout pants and the big man reached a thick and powerful hand down to stop his friend. "Save it. Let's get the other one in the car."