WARNING: This story features acts of brutality and intense violence. It is 
entirely fictional, for entertainment purposes only. No action or event 
mentioned in this story took place or exists, nor does it condone any such 
actions. All characters of this story are fictional and any resemblance to real 
life persons is purely coincidental.	

ALPHA BOYS-Part 3 
Gym Pump
by p_grazy

	It was 9:45p.m. and the university athletic center had another fifteen 
minutes until its posted closing time. The ground level basketball courts had 
already been darkened an hour earlier, the corridors were quiet and abandoned, 
and the only sounds that echoed down them were the clink of weights rising up 
the stairs from the basement gym.
	Inside the gym, Ryan Baumann glanced at the watch wrapped around the end 
of his thick wrist, then folded his arms and leaned against the wall. Standing 
at 6'2" 260lbs, Ryan was undoubtedly the biggest guy on campus. He wore a tight 
blue T-shirt, with the school's logo, the name of the athletic center and the 
word "staff" on his right breast. The thick, hard sacks of chest muscle strained 
against the shirt, the curved shape and form of each meaty pec discernible 
through the fabric. The high slope of his traps terminated into bowling ball 
sized delts, giving him a truly awesome and intimidating sense of width, and he 
had used those incredible shoulders to pulverize his opponents as a defensive 
tackle for the school's Mauraders. Those shoulders and the immensely powerful 
legs that drove them forward had literally snapped player's clavicle bones and 
ribs, despite all the protective padding. He stood now with his arms folded, his 
biceps compressing out massively, the short sleeves edging higher up his arms. 
Then there were his forearms... Working in the campus gym, Ryan could not avoid 
the attention from other guys, whether they were skinny as shit weaklings or 
impressively built, they'd all walk right up to him in awe and compliment him. 
The thickness of his upper-arms or the expanse of his pecs were almost too 
impressive for them to comprehend, so the always wound up praising his forearms, 
and on occasion, Ryan would allow them to wrap their palms over one and feel the 
hard striations of the muscle twitch as he flexed his wrist up and down. He wore 
black sweatpants that darkly concealed the scope of his quads, hamstrings and 
calves. Ryan looked across the gym, observing the last six gym-goers completing 
their final sets, his deep blue eyes evenly spaced in a very handsome face, his 
short, close cropped hair dirty-blond, his head centered on a neck of equal 
width that pressed against his collar. From Louisiana, Ryan had an easy-going, 
good ol' boy manner and relaxed smile. It was the type of personality that 
stemmed from his early childhood. Already genetically superior and his frame 
broader than other boys his age, he'd been given his first weight set at 11 and 
had devoted himself fully towards building his body from that day on. By the 
time he was 13, he'd realized that he was more muscular, wider and nearly four 
times stronger than his peers. He still fondly remembered the absolute ease in 
which his beat the living shit out of Danny Dumont, the way he'd hoisted him up 
and hurled him over his head, the pathetic bastard slamming into the pavement of 
the junior high school parking lot, and the way the gathering crowd of his 
classmates stood silently in awe. After that, Ryan had been involved in only a 
few fights, usually with some completely drunk idiot who hadn't the sense to 
realize what an awful decision he was making, and those had typically been 
settled with a single blow on Ryan's part. Even now, if someone was disobeying 
the gym rules, Ryan only had to press his palm firmly onto their shoulders and 
smile to make his point.  Since his sophomore year of high school, the same year 
that guys starting giving him nicknames like "Beast" and "Quadzilla", Ryan had 
borne the confident smile of a guy who encounters no competition.
	Devon sauntered over to Ryan. He wore the same blue "staff" shirt, Ryan 
having gotten the freshman and his fellow Alpha Zeta house brother a job there 
two weeks ago. Devon had just turned nineteen, but damn...was he fucking built, 
his dark chocolate and muscle-swollen arms hanging loosely by his sides, his 
shirt sagging with two luscious pecs . He reached down to pick two dumbbells off 
the floor, his thick lat flaring and stretching against the fabric, the knotted 
muscles of his forearms tensing. He placed the dumbbells on the rack, then 
turned to Ryan.
	"We ready to do this shit?" Devon asked, appearing agitated. "I haven't 
lifted in like four days...drivin' me crazy." He muttered.
	One of the perks of working at the athletic center was free gym 
membership. Ryan would close up the weight room and then allow the alpha boys to 
use the gym for the next hour. It was against the center's rules, but what the 
didn't know wouldn't hurt 'em.
	Devon rolled up his left sleeve anxiously and flexed his bicep. The solid 
muscle swelled hard and round, stretching against his brown skin, the muscles in 
his forearm writhing as he pivoted his wrist.
	"Yep. Gettin' small, little brother." Ryan joked playfully, as he swooped 
his left arm up and curled his fist. The sleeve strained, struggled and quickly 
slipped over the beautifully dense sculptured heads of the massive bicep. "Check 
'em out." His smile beamed at Devon.
	"DAAAYUM!" Devon said as he dropped his arm, dejected at the comparison of 
his arm next to Ryan's. Devon cupped one pink palm over the muscle, gripped the 
other under Ryan's thick triceps and squeezed, his face in calm awe as he 
studied the muscles with his eyes and felt their shape and steel-like hardness. 
Devon was big...no fucking doubt...but Ryan was a freak. He was what every kid 
who picked up their first copy of Flex or Musclemag aspired to one day be. Most 
guys could spend their entire lives in the gym, ingest every form of anabolic 
steroids, and still never look like this kid from Louisiana did at only 20 years 
old. These were the arms, the physique Devon wanted for himself.  
	"These guns are mad crazy..." he said.
	 Ryan cocked an eyebrow at Devon. 
	"You startin' to get all wet or what? If your gonna get off feeling me up 
then I'm gonna start charging you." 
	Devon burst into laughter, let go and stepped back. He turned his head and 
looked at the weight room. There were six gymgoers left and Devon made sure they 
weren't paying attention, then he stepped in close to Ryan.
	"You hear about Matt & Ant?" He whispered.
	"What's that?" Ryan asked, his lips parted in an expectant half smile.
	"Fuckin' wrecked some little bitches at the club last night. Matty said 
Ant had these two fagboys all over him, fuckin' lickin and suckin on his tits. 
Had Matty fuckin' twist one bitch's neck while Ant creamed in the other dude's 
mouth."
	Ryan grinned and nodded his head. He'd been there, done that. 
	"Oh man...That's the best... " Ryan said, his eyes glazing, becoming 
wistful and vacant. "Some of those queers go ape-shit for muscle. I've had them 
suck every muscle on my body like I was a lollipop, smotherin' their faces in my 
chest and all that. Had this once guy who WANTED me to punch him in the nuts. He 
regretted asking me to do that, I'll tell you. Another one was all into having 
my naked ass sit on his face, so I did...until he stopped moving. But it's soooo 
much easier with queers...they want your body. There's none of that fightin' and 
holdin' them down. Just hump 'em and when your finished...break their necks or 
bash 'em in the head." He sighed to himself and looked off into the distance. 
	"Yeah...but check this out. The last guy... Anthony fuckin' crunched the 
muther-fucker's head!" Devon suddenly looked around apprehensively, realizing 
he'd raised his voice.
	"Really? No shit?" Ryan asked, impressed. "That's my thing. I'm gonna have 
to have a talk with little Anthony. Nah...he ain't so little anymore. That guido 
prick is a growing boy and goddamn...is he strong. How'd they dump the bods?"
	"Justin was bouncing...helped them mop that crap up. They said he was 
lovin' it...could tell he wished he was there when they did it. Oh, they said 
he'd be poppin' in tonight to get his pump on."
	"Yep." Ryan nodded, "J is good shit."
	Devon looked at the clock. 9:56.
	"A'ight.  I'll start cleaning the desk and finish the log. You wanna get 
these guys out of here?"
	Ryan didn't answer. He turned his head on his bull neck and squinted at 
the six remaining gymgoers. All this talk of Matt and Anthony's exploits had 
stirred something deep in Ryan's crotch. He felt his dick slowly awaken from 
slumber, yawn and stretch, hungry for some morning satisfaction. Ryan was 
unconscious of it...but he also felt the need to reassert himself after learning 
that Anthony had busted a skull with his bare hands...an act that had been 
exclusively Ryan's domain until now. As he watched one kid slowly perform lat 
pull downs, Ryan's eyes glazed as he studied the way the bumpy chain of the 
vertebrae trailed between the shoulder blades, up to his neck and fed into the 
skull, and blood began to pump into Ryan's cock at the thought of using the 
enormous strength of his body to demolish that hard bone and snuff the life that 
animated that body.
	He moved in close to Devon, his pecs almost pressing into the face of his 
black frat-brother, and placed his palm resolutely on his friend's shoulder.
	"I got an idea. I got the keys...right? So how about instead of locking 
these fucks out...why don't we lock 'em in? You get what I'm saying?"
	A slow grin of understanding curled on Devon's face and his eyes expanded 
with glee. 	"Yeah...yeah...yeah...I hear you. Ah shit...I was hoping you'd say 
that." He raised his hand and knocked knuckles with Ryan..."Fuckin' love you 
Ryan...you a'ight."
	Ryan chuckled and lightly slapped Devon on the side of the head.
	"Watch this. See that guy? " Ryan said, as he nodded over to a kid doing 
bicep curls with a 40lb barbell. "Name's Chad. Fuckin' gay as hell. Spends half 
his time here checking guys out. He's always coming over to the the desk and 
chatting. Asks me the same questions every time...about my routine, supplements, 
whatever. Flexed for him once and watched him nearly stain himself. You can have 
the others but he's mine. You just lock the doors."
	Three of the gymgoers glanced at the clock, picked up their towels and 
headed towards the locker room.
	Ryan crept up behind the kid he'd marked. Chad Matthieson. He wore a white 
tank-top that hung loosely over this lithe and smooth torso. His big head leaned 
forward on his scrawny neck, his face narrow, his hair short and blond, and a 
single silver earring looped in one ear. 	
	"Yo, Chad!" Ryan said as he slapped his big palm over the kid's bony 
shoulder and gave him a friendly shake.
	"Hey-Hey, Ryan!" Chad smiled as he jerked the barbell up. Any attention 
from Ryan Baumann always made these tedious workout worthwhile.
	"Nah...nah...Bad form there, Chad." Ryan shook his head slowly to himself. 
"We talked about that." 
	He stepped close behind Chad and pressed his meaty chest against his 
backside. Chad nearly dropped the weight as he felt Ryan's huge mass press 
warmly against him. Ryan felt a perceptible shiver of excitement shoot through 
Chad's body as he slid his large, powerful hands along the kid's arms and 
settled on his wrists, and he began to guide and control the movement of the 
weight. Chad sensed the latent power in those hands, sensed they snap the bones 
in his arms like toothpicks.
	Ryan arched his head down and spoke into Chad's ear.
	"Do it slowly...nice and slow, Chad." Ryan drawled.
	Chad felt his cock squirm anxiously and almost instantly harden beneath 
his sweat shorts, the tell-tale, hard snake outline emerging against his thigh.
	"That's right. Don't use your back to jerk the weight up. And when you get 
to the top...give it a little squeeze." 
	Chad nearly blew his load when he glanced to his side and saw Ryan's 
colossal bicep, bigger than his own head. It was a tightly flexed ball of 
beautifully rounded muscle that had pried loose from the shirt sleeve, a thick 
vein rising against the skin. Goddamn did Chad want to lick it.
	"And slowly back down. Don't drop the weight." Ryan said as he eased 
Chad's arms back down.
He stepped back and slapped his palms hard against Chad's deltoids and playfully 
squeezed his shoulders together.
	"That how you get big arms like mine." Ryan grinned to himself.
	Just to fuck with him some more, Ryan stealthily slid his left palm down 
the kid's waist and around his left buttock. Chad froze and nearly dropped the 
barbell, his mouth half open in shock. He turned around and saw Ryan yanking his 
shirt up his torso and over his head, the shirt snagging over the ledges of his 
protuberant pecs, every definition of his abdominal wall coming into relief. No 
muscle on that torso had been neglected. 
	"Time for me to get a pump going myself." He winked at Chad.
	Ryan shimmied his sweatpants down his ankles, nudged the bundle away with 
his foot and shook his quads out, the muscle jiggling back and forth. He stood 
there in nothing but a pair of tight gray Hanes briefs. Chad could see in the 
wall-mirror behind Ryan the way the fabric firmly contoured the  two scrumptious 
mounds of ass-meat and cast shadows over the hard lengths of his hamstrings.  
Ryan flexed and each separate component of the complex network of striated quad 
muscle hardened and rose into relief, webs of veins sprouting gloriously along 
his inner thighs. He arched one foot back and squeezed his calf. It swelled to 
the size of a football and appeared to Chad to be as solid as a sanded chunk of 
granite encased in skin. Ryan was seemingly oblivious to Chad's presence, off in 
his own world, posing on some imaginary stage.
	Ryan turned and headed for a workout station.
	"What's on your mind, Chad?" He asked casually.
	"Well...you legs, man. Freakin' amazing. Bet they're powerful!"
	"Huh. I dunno about that." Ryan shrugged his beefy shoulders, then gripped 
two overhead bars. He hoisted his legs up, tucked them in and began a set of 
hanging leg raises, drawing his thighs in, compressing and squeezing the bunched 
wall of abdominal muscle.
	"Yeah...you're probably right." Ryan murmured. His eyes glanced to the 
side and spotted a lanky kid hop off the treadmill, grab his water bottle and 
start to head towards the locker room.
	"Hey, buddy." Ryan beckoned with his head. "Come over here."
	The kid stopped and pointed silently at his own chest.
	"Yeah, you." Ryan nodded.
	Devon was now chuckling lightly to himself as he stood behind the last guy 
in the weight room. He was a young sinewy black kid, skin darker than Devon's, 
with close-shaven hair, squeezing out reps of preacher curls.
	The kid from the treadmill stepped closer, the water bottle dangling from 
his fingertips, as Ryan swung his big legs up and squeezed his abs again.
	"A little closer." Ryan grunted.
	"Why...Did I do something?" The kid asked hesitantly.
	"You didn't do nothing."  Ryan said impatiently. "I just want to 
demonstrate a technique to my friend here."
	He looked at the kid. Probably a junior. Tall, thin, with slightly longish 
blond hair. Something about him said business major. Ryan could see doubt in the 
guy's soft brown eyes as he shuffled a foot closer.
	Ryan immediately swung his legs up and clamped his thick calves around the 
kid's neck, then swiftly jerked him forward and drew the face deeper into his 
thighs, locking his ankles tight behind his back. The kid swung his arms up and 
latched his fingers onto Ryan's thighs as the muscles began to compress against 
his face. 
	"What the fffuck! Let go! LET GO of me!" The kid sputtered as his body 
thrashed and bucked.
	Ryan erupted into laughter as he watched the utter uselessness of the 
weaker man's attempts to pry away his vice-like thighs. The kid's face quickly 
went beet red as the thighs closed further in, squished against his cheeks and 
forced his mouth open, his lips expanding into a gaping oval.
	Chad was in absolute awe as he watched the kid's tennis shoes stagger and 
squeak against the floor. He was astonished by the sheer strength of Ryan's 
extended arms as they suspended his 260lbs of muscle-mass in the air and 
controlled the shuffling prey ensnared between his thighs.	
	The black kid on the bench remained seated, but looked alarmed.
	"Dude, dude, you're hurting him, dude." The black kid protested mildly.  
Devon stood behind him, his arms folded yet ready to pounce if the punk 
interfered.
	The punk in Ryan's grasp gasped in shock at the shape taking form in the 
crotch before him. His face was mere inches away from the hefty bulge of Ryan's 
crotch, and he could distinguish the growing outline of the bodybuilder's dick 
growing plump with hot blood, stiffening and sifting beneath the fabric until 
the thick head peeked out from the rim. Pressed against the muscular thigh, a 
bubble of pre-cum oozed from the hole.
	"Hey, Chad." Ryan said,  "How powerful do you think my legs are, huh? Do 
you think-"
	Ryan's face suddenly contorted in effort and his quads swelled to 
unbelievable proportions. The kid squawked like an animal as the crushing 
pressure amplified tenfold.
	"You think..." Ryan grunted, "...I could fucking....err...break his neck? 
ER!!!"
	 He twisted his hips sharply. Chad nearly jumped when he heard the swift, 
sharp crack of the neck snapping. A wild spasm twitched through the kid's body, 
his arms flew up in the air, then flopped limply to his sides and swayed, his 
knees hovering lifelessly a foot above the floor. Ryan grunted and thoroughly 
cranked the head twice more to ensure the spine was beyond repair. His legs 
ceased their brutal wrenching and Ryan closed his eyes for a moment, a look of 
deep satisfaction on his face. He looked down. The boy's eyes were open but dim, 
his dead brain no longer able to process and develop the image of the 
bodybuilder's crotch bulging heavily with dick-meat two inches from his slack 
face. His broken neck was stretched unnaturally as he hung from the muscle-noose 
of Ryan's thighs. Ryan unlocked his legs and the corpse telescoped to the floor 
and settled in a heap. He let go of the bars and his feet thudded to the floor, 
his pecs bouncing spryly.
	Ryan sauntered over to Chad, a sly and cocky smile on his lips. He moved 
in close and rested his big arms on Chad's shoulders. Chad's eyes were softly 
glazed, his lips open, speechless and mere inches from the crevasse between 
Ryan's two solid pecs. Ryan pressed tight against him. Chad could feel the 
bodybuilder's thighs pressing against his, felt the long, hard lump of engorged 
dick-muscle in Ryan's briefs rubbing teasingly against his own hardon. He 
glanced at the wall mirror and observed the sweet curves of Ryan's perfect hips 
and ass gently gyrate. 
	"First time I ever done something like that was back home." Ryan said, as 
he ran his fingers softly and slowly through the Chad's hair. "My uncle had a 
farm. One summer, I wrung this little chicken's neck. Felt so good. I was only 
fourteen, but that chicken was soooo much smaller than me. Just like you are. 
I'm not gonna have to wring your little chicken neck am I? You're gonna be a 
good chicken, right?"
	"Mm...mmm." Chad nodded his head timidly, with a mixture of obedient fear 
and desire. His salivary glands had gone into overdrive, stimulated by lust and 
Ryan smiled to himself as he noted Chad absently licking his lips. Ryan cupped a 
palm around the rear of Chad's head and pushed the boy's face into the succulent 
steak of his pec meat. Ryan felt the desirous lips kiss and lavish his skin with 
saliva, felt a playful sucking tug on his nipples, felt the tongue slide up and 
down the smooth curves of his chest. Chad's hands molested the bodybuilder's 
arms, groping and squeezing the thick blocks of solid tricep muscle. His 
fingertips kneaded the hard clay of Ryan's deltoids, then his arms slid around 
the bodybuilder's torso and his fingers sensually massaged the sheets of dense 
lat muscle. He pressed his nose against the relaxed and lengthened bicep and 
gave it a long, adoring kiss. Ryan patted Chad's head and pushed it firmly down, 
his dick driven to near delirious excitement as he felt Chad's tongue glide 
wetly down the ridges of his abs, moving increasing closer towards to the prize 
nestled in his sweat-moistened crotch.
	"That's a good little chicken. Give it a lick." Ryan said as he pushed 
Chad's face into his crotch. Chad briefly struggled to breathe, momentarily 
smothered by sweaty odor and the hard form of the shaft pressing against his 
cheek. He brought his hands up behind Ryan and lovingly squeezed the two ass 
cheeks. He shuddered and nearly came in his sweat shorts at the sensation of 
these perfectly shaped and firm bulbs of ass muscle in his hands. Chad sunk his 
fingers beneath the waistband and tugged the briefs down Ryan's thighs, the huge 
and truly delectable cock popping out and into Chad's face. He leaned forward 
and gave the head a playful lick.
	The black kid set his barbell down and stood up.
	"What the fuck?" He cried, appalled.
	A sneer of impatience creased Ryan's face.
	"Oh, Devon will you just take care of that guy."
	Devon stepped forward, swung his arm and slapped the guy hard in the face.
	"Sit the fuck down, BITCH!"
	Even though the kid was forty pounds shy of Devon's muscle mass, he wasn't 
going to take that kind of shit. He immediatley retaliated, jumped off the 
bench, smacked Devin in the face twice and dove into his midsection. The two 
lost balance, fell to the floor and began grappling wildly. The kid seized the 
collar of Devon's shirt and as they fought, ripped the fabric nearly halfway 
down the chocolate pecs. Devon staggered to his felt and hooked his arms beneath 
the kid's stomach, adjusted his stance, then effortlessly tossed him overhead in 
a reverse suplex. The kid's backside slammed hard to the floor. Devon 
immediately dropped his knee into the guy's belly, then seized the rear of the 
skull with one hand, while the tightened knuckles of the other swung down in 
swift arches and smashed into the face.
	Sweat began to ooze from his pores and slicken his the knotty muscles of 
his backside. The feeling of power, of his muscled black arms swiping down, of 
his knuckles bashing into the bruising skin, flattening the structure of the 
nose into a stump, the way the hard cheekbone broke and sunk beneath his 
fist...it was all so immensely satisfying.
	Devon seized the tattered edge of his shirt, yanked the shreds off his 
torso and threw it to the ground. He held his arms out and open challengingly, 
his pecs widening, his abs perfect and the groove between his extended biceps 
and triceps deep.
	"Who the fuck you think you are?! Stay the fuck down, nigga!" Devon 
shouted and stomped his foot four times into the chest of convulsing punk, 
snapping two ribs.
	Devon was almost hopping with excitement as he looked down at his prey.
	"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He muttered as his left hand massaged the growing 
hardon in his sweatpants.
	He reached down, seized the kid's arms and yanked his barely conscious 
body up to his feet. He slapped his palms on the guy's shoulders and swiftly 
spun him around. He cupped his right palm under the jawbone, then turned so the 
kid's backside was pressed against his own muscular back, ensnaring him in a 
reverse hangman's hold, his bicep balling deliciously behind his head.
	"Check this shit." Devon said, the white teeth barred in a cocky grin. He 
jerked forward, his bicep tensing hard, his abs compressing as he drove the 
dangling kid's neck backwards over his solid traps. He bounced, jerked and 
wrenched on the skull, trying to locate the sweet spot where the neck would 
break.
	"C'mon, muther-fucker. C'mon. Don't be that way. Snap for me. C'mon!" He 
growled impatiently. He jerked once more and felt the kid's buns slap against 
his.
	puh-puh-POP!
	The kid's brain went blank instantly, his body performed one final 
twitching and spastic dance, then swiftly went limp in his killer's grip. Devon 
turned his head and sneered into placidly dead face twisted over his shoulder.  
	"Snap, Crackle, Pop, Mutherfucker!" He snarled into the kid's ear. 
 	The dead muther-fucker didn't respond. His silence was a testament to 
Devon's complete victory of muscle and strength. The milky whiteness of the 
kid's barred eyes contrasted sharply with the blackness of his skin, his pink 
lips slightly parted from his final involuntary death grunt. His arms swung 
limply in the air and his knees were slightly bent. Gravity wanted to claim him, 
but Devon let him dangle upright behind him, his bicep still puffed up, hard and 
bulbous, as he relished his victory. He let go of the chin, the kid collapsed to 
his knees, his head flopped forward and he toppled face first to the floor.
	Devon sunk his hand into his sweatpants and fished out his meaty cock, the 
shaft rock solid and eager to unload the hot cum pent-up in his swollen balls. 
He cupped his palm over the shaft and jerked ferociously. In a matter of seconds 
white jizz jetissoned freely from the head and spilled down on the naked 
shoulder blades of his kill.
	 "Fuck." Devon moaned as he clamped his eyes shut and his thumb massaged 
the sensitive belly of his dick, milking out the last impressive spurts of 
thick, sticky fluid and dribbling it onto the carcass. He opened his eyes, the 
smooth contours of his chest expanding in and out as he panted. He looked down 
at the body, summoned a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat it onto the unmoving 
head of the punk.
	"You fuck with me...you die." Devon said with calm satisfaction. He swiped 
his shredded shirt off the floor and cleaned off his softening cock.
	The three guys sauntered leisurely out of the locker room. The guy in 
front immediately spotted Devon wiping his dick down over the splayed corpse. He 
glanced up and saw Ryan at the far wall, the huge bodybuilder nearly nude, his 
kill slumped awkwardly by his ankles. The guy almost stopped dead in his tracks, 
aware that he had stumbled into something very bad.
	Ryan jabbed his finger at Chad.
	"Don't YOU move, chicken-boy." Then he suddenly bounded across the room, 
his pecs bouncing and his feet stomping heavily against the floor.
	"DEV! Get those guys!" He shouted.
	All three guys broke into a mad sprint towards the double-doors. Ryan 
swiftly seized one by his belt buckle and with astonishing ease hoisted him over 
his head, dropped to one leg and savagely swung the kid's spine straight down 
onto his knee, every muscle in his substantial frame suddenly exploding in size. 
The spinal column immediately broke in two, the kid seized and let out a sharp, 
gruesome yelp, his head throw back. Ryan slammed his palms against the dying 
body and knocked it off his leg and rolling to the floor. He hopped to his feet 
and dashed out the doors after the other two.
	Devon scrambled behind him and Ryan craned his head back on his enormous 
bull-neck and shouted at him.
	"I TOLD YOU TO LOCK THOSE!" 
	Ryan caught sight of the two punks 20 yards down the corridor, their 
fleeing backsides in a panic. Without warning, Justin the bouncer swung around a 
corner. He stood there for a split second, with a dirty white baseball cap, 
neatly trimmed black beard, his back t-shirt swollen with powerlifter muscle, 
his jeans tightly packed squat and deadlift sculpted power. His face was red 
with rage, his mouth opened with a roar and he shouted.
	 "HEY!!!"
	 He lunged forth, arms extended and clotheslined both punks, sending them 
flailing to the floor. Justin quickly raised his foot and punched it into the 
soft belly of one punk, while Ryan caught up to the scene and took care of the 
other, punching him once in the temple and instantly knocking him out.
	Ryan, Justin and Devon stood there a moment, there hearts pumping, each 
panting and looking relieved.
	"Shit. That was close." Ryan breathed heavily and then laughed, "Hey, J. 
Just in time." 
	 Justin laughed as he gripped Ryan's hand, his eyes scanning down Ryan's 
naked and extremely enviable body. He noted Ryan's enormous and very hard cock, 
"HAHA! Looks like you started the party without me."
	"Ah, J" Ryan slapped his palm on Justin's shoulder, "I got this kid back 
there. Make him do anything I want him to. Oh yeah. I'm so hard, right now. You 
two have fun with these guys. I GOTS to get off!" He turned around and dashed 
back into the gym, as Justin and Devon laughed and hoisted up the two battered 
punks.

	Chad stood there a moment, frozen with fear.  He looked towards the fire 
exit at the other end of the gym.  Before he could make a break for it, Ryan 
pulled open the doors and re-entered the gym.	Ryan noticed the young man whose 
spine he had broken was still alive, long moans of delirium rising from his 
lips, his left arm slowly swimming in the air. Ryan looked down at him a brief 
moment, the shadow of his incredible physique looming down on the crippled 
animal. He lifted up his foot and  centered the heel of his tennis sneaker a 
foot above the wounded kid's eyes. Without a word, Ryan slammed his foot down on 
the skull and Chad flinched at the staggering savagery of the act. Ryan's quads, 
hamstrings and calves tensed with definition as he pressed his foot on the 
shattered and sunken face, pivoted his hips, and jerked his entire 260lbs of 
bodyweight hard into the skull. Chad heard a gruesome cracking sound and the 
kid's moans abruptly ceased.
	Ryan sighed to himself, took his foot off the face and placed his hands on 
his hips. He turned and his eyes immediately zeroed in on Chad. He slowly 
swaggered towards the boy, and Ryan threw his head back and grinned with sick 
pleasure as he noticed that Chad was literally trembling like a leaf.
	"Good. I thought you'd run. But you didn't. Now get on the bench. Ass up. 
My dick is about to blow, so let's get it up that sweet little chicken ass of 
yours. Soon as I fuck you, I can workout." Ryan placed his hand on Chad's 
shoulder and gave him a hard push towards the bench. 
	"Move it."
	Chad's eyes widened as he took in the sheer size of Ryan's cock, and a 
sense of dread that sat heavy in his stomach suddenly spread throughout his 
whole body. The words "soon as I fuck you, I can workout" echoing in his skull.
	"No...no..."Chad muttered, pulling away, "No...no...oh my God...you going 
to kill me...when your done...no."
	Ryan bit his lip and rolled his eyes with impatience.
	"Alright. You are most definitely startin' to get me pissed off."
	He coiled his right fist and slammed it deep into Chad's belly.
	"UHH!!!" Chad squawked as his feet flew up in the air and his arms 
spasmed. 
	Ryan swiftly swooped down and in a blur hoisted the dazed Chad up, 
cradling him in his massive arms. Chad began to groan in rapidly increasing pain 
as he felt Ryan begin to methodically compress and draw his arms together, 
slowly bend and wrench his body in two.
	Justin and Devon re-entered the gym, each hauling an unconscious punk on 
their shoulders. Devon tapped Justin on the shoulder and gestured towards Ryan.
	"Yo, J. Watch this shit." Devon said with glee.
	Chad turned his gaze to his side and saw Ryan's pecs squeeze and compress 
together, two hard sacks of muscle pushing into his face. His pleading eyes 
darted up, but the bodybuilder's face was totally focused, grimaced in effort, 
his teeth barred and emitting a low growl, and concentrated only in channeling 
every ounce of muscle power into bending the boy's slowly yielding spine. Chad 
felt the two big hands, one gripping his legs, the other behind under his upper 
torso, stretching and lengthening his back with agonizing slowness, the tension 
increasing unbearably in his lower lumbar spine.
	"Eh...ehh..." Chad cried babyishly, as he tried to squirm and shimmy out 
of Ryan's hold, but the man's arms and grip were like a merciless, hydraulic 
machine.
	Chad heard a series of grisly wet pops as discs slipped from his spinal 
column. 	
	"AH!!!" Chad's eyes expanded in horror and sharp, searingly intense pain 
as he he felt his own spine suddenly submit and snap. There was an enormously 
loud CRACK!!!, the sound of hard and critical bone surrendering. His legs ceased 
wriggling in Ryan's grasp and he instantly lost all sensation in them.
	 Devon jumped up and down excitedly, the muscles in his chest and arms 
dancing, and he howled with laughter, while Justin merely smiled and nodded.
	"You are fuckin' KO-ed, bitch. YEAH!" Devon shouted at Chad, whose eyes 
were now spinning in their sockets, his brain about to sink into neurological 
shock.
	Ryan heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction, then looked down at Chad and 
smiled.
	"Sorry about that, little chicken, but I told you to be a good. I don't 
want you squirmin' 'cause it's  fuck-time."
	Chad was alive, but now utterly unresisting, his eyes fluttering on the 
edge of unconsciousness, groaning..."oh....God....uhhhh....oh...."
	Ryan flipped him over and dumped his limp body on the workout bench. He 
seized a handful of waistband from Chad's sweat shorts and underwear and with 
one crude tug, swiped them down to the boy's ankles. The paralyzed and pert 
little ass now ready for Ryan's pleasure. He swung his muscle-laden leg over the 
bench, parted the jiggly buttocks with one hand, centered the head of his 
monstrous cock on the rim of the inviting fuck-hole, and sunk the shaft in, the 
coarse hairs that coated his cum-swollen ballsack chafing the smooth skin.
	"Mmmm." Ryan bit his lip and moaned as he felt the snug warmth of Chad's 
anus tightly embrace his shaft. 
	"First time up the ass, eh?" Ryan laughed, "That's okay. First time I ever 
fucked a chicken!"
	He dropped and straddled his entire 260lbs of muscle-mass on that ass. 
Chad dimly heard something snap. If he had not been rendered a paraplegic, he 
would've understood this was the sound his own pelvic-bone snapping beneath 
Ryan's thighs. Chad was silent, his face pressed sideways into the bench, his 
breathing raspy and irregular. Drool seeped over his lips and dribbled onto the 
black vinyl bench in a slowly expanding puddle. He felt Ryan's strong hands 
roughly knead and squeeze his shoulders, the fingers painfully squishing his 
tender flesh.
	"First time for everything..." Ryan muttered to himself.
	Chad dimly watched Devon across the gym.  The black muscle-thug's wounded 
plaything lay on the floor, his arms bound painfully behind his back with a jump 
rope, and Devon was hunched over him, his hands mercilessly crushing his 
windpipe. The muscles in Devon's arms writhed, his eyes bright with delight, as 
he methodically compressed the soft tissue in his grip, then relented, bringing 
the guy in and out of consciousness with fits of gasps and coughs. Justin had 
tugged his black T-shirt over his drooping pecs, the meat coated with a dense 
layer of  black fur. He was now ass-humping his fuck-toy against a wall, and 
Chad's eyes were hypnotized by the hard tensing of those ass-cheeks and 
hamstrings as Justin's hips pounded. He heard Ryan's rhythmic grunts behind him, 
heard the slap-slap-slap of his tree-trunk thighs smacking against the soft meat 
of his ass.
	 Ryan's dick had been engorged with fuck-lust for so long, it had been set 
to explode at the slightest caress of asshole. It took only fifteen hard pumps 
before pleasure exploded in his dick, the head popped like a cork and purged a 
high-pressure stream of thick, viscous jizz deep inside Chad. The sensation was 
fantastic. It arrived in multiple waves and every muscle in Ryan's body tensed. 
He calibrated the movement of his hips to draw out every last ounce of orgasmic 
pleasure, slowing his violent pounding and now slowly guiding his dick 
soothingly against the rim of the tight anus. He was surprised, almost alarmed, 
at the seemingly endless flow of cum spurting from his dick. It seemed his nut 
sack would never empty, and he chuckled to himself, wondering if Chad's body 
would fill-up, pop and burst. The waves of pleasure finally subsided and his 
heavy meat grew soft.
	He sighed deeply to himself, then looked ahead into the wall mirror. The 
sight of himself, of his own incredible body, of his size and symmetry, his 
muscles so relaxed and satisfied after such a sweet fuck, as their bulk sat atop 
the withered boy, his dick still spiked up the ass, instilled him with a sense 
of quiet and reflective awe. He looked down and admired the pecs that hung from 
his chest. He held up his arms a moment, then flexed his biceps, two beautiful 
23 inch balls of solid muscle surging up, offset by the symmetrical triceps that 
hung beneath. 
	"Check 'em out, chicken." Ryan said, mostly to himself. "Yeah...I think 
I'm gonna do the States this fall. Abso-fucking-lutely."
	Chad didn't respond.
	Ryan leaned forward and looked in Chad's face.
	"You still with us, boy?" Ryan cocked his head.
	He could hear Chad still breathing...but barely.
	"Oh well." Ryan shrugged his mountainous shoulders.
	He reached forward, took Chad's head in his big hands and gave it a quick 
twist. The neck snapped loudly like a stick. Chad shuddered once, his arms fell, 
his knuckles knocked against the floor, and his wrists curled. It had been as 
easy as the very first chicken Ryan had snuffed, way back when. Ryan gave the 
skull a playful shake, grinned and whispered in Chad's ear.
	"Thanks, chicken."
	He gave Chad a little kiss on the crown of his head, then gently laid the 
skull on the bench. He slapped his palms on Chad's shoulders and drummed them, 
then stood up. He noticed a rivulet of white fluid creeping from beneath Chad's 
pelvis and dripping over the rim of the bench. Ryan knocked the rag-doll carcass 
off the bench and saw an impressive pool of thick jizz on the black vinyl where 
Chad's dead cock had unloaded the moment his neck snapped loose from his brain. 
Ryan pulled the sweat shorts off the dead boy's ankles and used them to wipe the 
goo off.
	"Shit, boy. This stuff stains, you know." Ryan shook his head 
disappointedly.
	His buddies were finishing up. Devon completed his kill with a savage 
burst of strangling power. Justin came inside his fucktoy and then simply bashed 
his skull against the concrete wall once.
	Ryan looked at the clock.
	10:48
	"All right, guys. We gotta get this place cleaned up and be outta here by 
12. So let's stay focused." He said as he loaded plates onto a barbell, pysched 
and ready for his post-fuck workout.
	"Shit...man." Devon said as he picked up his shredded, cum-smeared shirt 
off the floor. "Sorry, Ryan. That nigga fucked my shirt all up."
	"Oh...don't worry, little brother. We got plenty of those. There's always 
plenty more of everything." He smiled as he reclined on the incline bench, 
gripped the barbell, and squeezed out his first rep.