Among Us

Peter

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Broken in two
Chapter 2 Short Cut
Chapter 3 Charlie
Chapter 4 Bretts test.
Chapter 5 Charlie learns the truth



Broken in two

Brett had seen the guy checking him out in the gym, and he
had enjoyed taunting him, standing next to him as he worked
out, making him feel small. The best moment had been when
the guy put down his squat bar. Brett smiled at him, "may
I" asked Brett, "of course "said the guy, Brett steeped
up to the bar and lifted it from the rack and started to
curl!!! The guy swallowed hard, his eyes wide. "15 reps
for definition" said Brett and placed the 140kg bar back
on the rack. Brett turned and stretched. The guys mates
were pissing themselves laughing.

Latter... The guy came into the locker room, and he looked
pissed. "You fucker you made me look bad in front of my
mates" Brett looked up he was totally naked "just get changed
and get out of here" Brett whispered. "no way you fucking
queer I'm going to beat the crap out of you" and he swung
a fist connect square with Brett"s jaw. His head did not
move "Shit" the man grabbed at his hand "leave now" Brett
was speaking slightly loader now..."Screw you" said the
guy and kicked Brett in the stomach "you were warned" growled
Brett.([fig] ([fig] The bodybuilder was no match for the incredible power
in Brett's arms)

The bodybuilder was no match for the incredible power in
Brett's arms.

Brett placed one hand around his neck and lifted, the guy
came clean of the floor, Brett began to squeeze...suddenly
the guy realized that picking a fight with some one who
curls more than you squat was a bad plan. Brett began to
squeeze and the guys felt the throbbing in his head increase
breathing was out of the question. Brett lifted him higher.
Then placing his other hand under his butt lifted the guy
easily up over his head. "Time to die now" said Brett then
laying the guy over the top of his shoulders placed one
hand over his face and the other over his legs and began
to bring them together. The guy screamed "shhhh" said Brett
"don't scream yet" "Please let me down" sobbed the man Brett
squeezed a little harder. There was a soft tearing noise
like a turkey leg being pulled from a carcass"arrrrr" the
guys legs dislocated at the hips. Brett kept squeezing...slowly
"time to die" they were the last words the guy ever heard,
first came a grinding as vertebrae tried to arrange themselves
then a load crack as the back collapsed under the relentless
pressure of Brett's arms The guy began to gurgle blood.
With one last swift easy motion Brett snapped the head back.
Then lifted the lifeless body above his head and tossed
it to the floor.

Short Cut

Jake had decided to take the short cut home through the ally,
it was late and he'd had a bad day. There had been a commotion
at the gym when one of his younger members who had only
been on the program a few months had been attacked by one
of the regular customers, something to do with making him
look bad in front of his friends. A fight had followed which
had inevitably ended in the death of the non member. Jack
was impressed that Brett had been able to snap him in two
so easily after only a few months on the program but was
annoyed at having to sort out the mess. He would have to
have a "chat" to Brett tomorrow. If Brett
lived he would be a good addition to the team...if he lived.

Caught in thought Jake had not noticed the guys come up behind
him, and the first he felt was the baseball bat hit hard
across the base of his skull. There was a load cracking
sound "Shit" ... a confused voice. Jake
turned around. Standing in front of him were three guys
one was holding a baseball bat which had split straight
down the middle for nearly its entire length. The second
was holding a gun, and the third guy was just huge . "How
sweet" thought Jake "a 'roid head".
Needing to get rid of the gun first Jake reached out one
huge hand and wrapped it around the gun holders face lifted
him straight off the floor and threw him against the wall,
were he lay, semi-conscious. The body builder guy his name
was Steve fancied his chances and took a swing at Jake.
Jake caught the fist holding it firm in the air. Steve tried
to push against Jake. Jake held the fist in place, then
began to exert some downward pressure, Steve tried to resist
bringing his other hand up to Jakes arm to try and help.
but Jack just continued to force Steves arm down. Jack smiled
and thumped Steve lightly on the head. Steve passed out
instant slumping to the floor "save
him for later". The base ball bat guy was staring
wide eyed at what had gone on. He had seen Steve rip arms
out of sockets during arm wresting matches more than once.
Caught between fight and flight he was now just caught.
Jack had him by the wrist, the other hand around the middle
of the bat "Now" said Jake "lets
see which is stronger" He began to
squeeze the bat in one hand and the wrist in the other.
A scream...he tried to pull away using his weight, lifting
his feet off the ground but now he just hung from Jakes
grip. "hmmmm a little tighter"
from the bat a soft creaking, from the wrist a distinct
crack from the guy a scream "fuuuuucccck"
"such language" said Jake.([fig] ([fig] Jakes huge form dominates the otherwise muscular Matt.)

If the guy could have seen under Jacks track top he would
have seen a sudden explosion of muscle in his forearm. He
would have seen each muscle form a distinct peaked mass,
fighting with those next to it for room. He would have seen
the already prominent veins begin to pulse. But he saw none
of that he only felt the result. The Baseball bat cracked
sharply as it fell into four pieces split across it length
and down the middle, and his wrist collapsed and the hand
twisted sharply to a 90 degree angle. Jake let him go and
he fell to the floor, trying to support his shattered wrist
with his good hand.

" Now lets have a look at what we are dealing with"
and Jake reached down and tore the shirt from the guys body.
He was tight and athletic, hard knotted muscle covered in
soft dark skin, where his arm bent to support his broken
wrist a 17 inch bicep formed a distinct and nobly peak,
looking for all the world like a large potato. "hmmm
cute" said Jack. What's your name "Matt"
"well Matt if I'd had a good day I would take you into the
program. You would fear no one, have anything and anyone
you wanted...but today was a bad day so..."
reaching down Jake lifted Matt up in his arms till his head
was level with Jakes 6 1/2 feet in the air. Matt's warm
firm body struggled . There lips were together, Matt's tongue
trying to force into Jakes mouth. Jake could feel Matt's
hard prick pressed against his still covered abbs. "You
sure are pretty" thought Jake, as he let
the tongue into his mouth. He felt Matt convulse slightly
as he came against Jakes eight pack. Jack lifted one hand
and held it firm against the back of Matt's head and began
to gently inhale. Matt's eyes shot open. Jack stared straight
into them and continued to suck the air out of Matt's lungs.
Matt tried to push away with his good hand but was held
firmly in place by Jake. Matt's chest began to squeak as
the lungs emptied and the ribs began to bend in. Jack continued
to inhale. The left lung collapsed, then the right, "only
minutes left now" thought Jake "if
I let you live that long" He drooped
Matt to the floor. He was trying to breath but with his
lungs collapsed the rising and falling of his chest was
doing very little, just enough to keep him conscious ...for
a while.

Jake knelt down beside his near dead attacker and freed Matt's
still hard cock. He raped his huge hand around it and pumped
twice, Matt came, Jake smiled approvingly, he ran his hand
up over the hard ridges of Matt's 6 pack abs, up to the
flat hard pecks and firm nipps, he flicked them and Matt
came once more, his prick twitching and flicking the cum
into his own face. "I once held a man
down like this" he placed a hand on Matt's
chest "and wanked him like this"
he softly rubbed a finger up the middle of Matt's shaft
causing him to shoot another load "again"
single stork of the finger... Matt came "and
again" stroke...orgasm "and
again" stroke ...orgasm "until
his scrotum ruptured and he began to come blood."
Matt's head was now thrashing from side to side in a mixture
of exquisite pleasure and panic at his certain death. "But
not today" Jake stopped stroking Matt. "
No today I am going to rip this lovely body of yours in
two" Jake bent down Matt's trying to crawl away doing
him no good he was lifted easily into the air, even now
his cock still hard. Jake pushed his right hand through
Matt's trapezious muscle and griped the collar bone, then
the left one. Holding him up so that he could look into
his eyes he began to pull. This time even through the clothes
Matt saw Jakes back flare, his shoulders filling the large
clothes then he felt the agony as his shoulders began to
come apart each collar bone pulling away from the neck dragging
the flesh with it. the sternum cracking down its length
then the ribs coming apart, snapping as they separated from
the spine. The back muscle began to rupture as they were
pulled from the supporting bone structure, the pecs and
abs contracting involuntarily in an attempt to hold together
the body they had been such a beautiful part of, a cavity
opened between the pecks first and a huge gush of blood
flew forward covering Jake "oh
shit yea" he cried. He pulled and the tear lengthened,
with a sudden jolt the structures and muscles of the back
gave out and the back opened up the head staying attached
to the left side swinging to one side but still conscious
still aware... Jake smiled and with one finale pull tore
through the abs snapping the hips and pulling the body completely
in two, on leg attached to each side. And just before he
died Matt came....

To be continued ?.....

Jake covered in blood turned towards the gun punk, "next"
he said and smiled. The guy with the gun was sitting against
the wall on the other side of the ally, he was shaking and
a stench of shit hit Jakes nose as he walked towards him.
"should clean up first", Jake began
to lift his sweat top off, every muscle was clearly visible
even in the half light of the ally, 12 tight abs fought
for space, then the pants came off slipping over the huge
thighs each one wider than a normal mans waste. "fuck..."was
all that the guy could manage. Jack walked up to him reaching
down he picked the gun up from were it lay next to him,
the guy to stunned to pick it up. "I
think we will both be safer without this...or I will be
anyway" and Jake snapped the gun in two. A whimper
from the guy. "Stand up"
The guy obeyed standing and again the stench of shit wafted
past Jake.

At more than six and a half feet tall Jake towered over the
guy, bending down Jack flexed his arm in the guys face,
the bicep swelling up bigger than the guys head, a huge
hard vein snaked across its surface, a small glob of spit
trickled down the guys chin, his eyes were taking on a distant
look, "boom" whispered Jake, the guy whimpered
again, a fresh whiff of shit, Jake smiled and pulled the
shirt off the guy, his pale body was trembling small flabby
arms hung by his side, flat chest rising in shallow stunted
breaths. Jake clenched his fist his forearm leaping into
sharp relief, he held the forearm up to the guys upper arm,
his forearm nearly twice as big "baam"
said Jake a little loader this time, Spit continued to flow
from the guys mouth, Jake flexed his thigh, the quadriceps
leaping several inches further out making the leg far wider
than the guys waist "poow"
a little loader, a dark patch of piss covered the guys pants
and began to run freely down his legs forming a pool around
his feet. "kneel" ordered Jake.
The guy knelt in the pool of piss his head looking into
Jakes abs. The abs suddenly leapt, forming an impossible
knot of muscle. The guy had gone, a vacant look in his eyes,
he was sobbing softly under his breath, Jake leaned over
the guy and contracted his pecks, huge slabs of muscle,
hard nipples, a deep cavity running between them "BOOM"
Jack shouted, a wall of sound traveling down the ally, and
the guys mind snapped. ([fig] ([fig] Jake turns away from the gun punks broken body)

Stand up ordered Jake, the guy stood, "Break
your wrists" involuntarily the guys forearms
contracted the hands flying up, to distinct sharp cracks
the hands now at a distorted angle, Jake smiled, "dislocate
your right elbow" his right tricep leapt
into the sharpest relief of his soon to end life the arm
straightened, the tricep continuing to contract, tearing
as the elbow snapped and the arm bent back on itself "The
left one" the weaker arm pulled striate but the
joint held, the tricep instead ripping away from the bone,
the skin darkening as blood began to seep from the ruptured
blood vessels. "Break your back"
the guy started to lean back his traps and lats contracting,
showing at the surface for the first time ever. tearing
again as the abdominal muscles pulled apart, then a crunching
as the vertebrate pressed against each other "Quickly
" ordered Jake, a sudden spasm and the guy was bent completely
in two a sharp crack echoed down the ally, the guy fell
to the floor. "Neck" said
Jack and walked away. The guys traps contracted once again
pulling his head back a crunch as the back of his skull
began to compress against his spine, slowly the head continued
its backwards progress. Over his shoulder Jake called out
"Wake up now" the guy let out a scream which
stopped as his trapes pulled back sharply ripping his voice
box from the bronchus, continuing to contract, the guys
eyes searched wildly for some thing to save him, there was
nothing and the traps gave one last sharp tug wrenching
the head back, and snapping his neck.

On the other side of the ally Steve had woken up to see Jake
kill a man without ever touching him, well not him, he was
a big guy he would teach this freak a lesson, a few weeks
earlier he had been challenged to an arm wrestle in a bar.
The punk had been huge, arms much bigger than Steve, but
Steve had accepted knowing he was much stronger than he
looked, and he looked strong. To start with Steve had let
the guy start to win, then he had applied a little pressure
and the big guys arm had simply snapped at the elbow, Steve
had sat back smiling as the challenger was carried out of
the bar.

Steve stood up as Jake approached, "I'm
gona bust you up, I'm going to rip your fucking head........"
Steve's heart missed a beat as for the first time he noticed
the torn in two remains of Matt. At last Jake came into
full view out of the shadow. Steve guessed he was well over
6 1/2 feet tall, and covered in veins, in fact he could
not see any fat on his body at all, around his stomach each
of the 12 individual abdominal muscles was clearly visible,
his arms and shoulders made of a series of very define muscles,
which flowed with a smooth and terrible poetry as he walked,
and his thighs rippling, power almost contained. Steve realized
that this might not be the biggest guy he had ever seen
but he was probably the strongest. Despite this glimmer
of doubt he was confident he could take him, he had killed
a guy with a single punch to the head which had caused a
brain hemorrhage, another guy was in a wheel chair after
he put a scissor hold on him which crushed his back, just
last week he'd meet a pretty boy in a bar, the type that
works out for the look, and had completely dominated him,
the session had ended with Steve pissing in his face as
he lay on the floor begging for mercy...yea he could take
this guy.

"Come with me" ordered Jake "Screw
you!" Jake lifted the guy over his shoulder with one
fluid motion and began to run down the ally, he knew just
were to take this guy.

Charlie

Despite the commotion earlier Charlie had got up the courage
to go and see Jake, unlike many of the non members he noticed
what was going on and recent events had encouraged him he
wanted in. The fight involving Brett had been the final
incentive, for one thing he just didn't feel safe any more.
He had walked over to the desk "Hi"said
Jake, friendly as always; clothing covering his body, as
always. Charlie wondered what was underneath, he sure was
big but, muscle?, fat?, just general "beef"?
he had no idea.

"erm...I'd like to become a member?"
Charlie's statement was phrased as a question

"Really?"

"yea"

"Well..it's Charles isn't it? "

"Charlie"

"OK Charlie, you understand what this means?"

"Yes"

"Good"

"How much?"

"No charge"

"Were do I sign"

"No need"

Jake handed over a small plastic card, it had one word in
large black print it said "MEMBER"

"Enjoy your work out"

Charlie looked a little confused he had expected to be offer
the drugs...or whatever these guys were on straight away,
maybe Jake would come to him latter. Charlie felt a slight
gap in the universe a small hole opening a world of possibility
spinning out in front of him, behind him, dimensions of
maybe's, a quantum shudder or as we say...

"You OK" asked Jake

"Yea someone just walked over my grave"

"Look I'm going to close up now, but stay and finish your
work out" and with that Jake had gone leaving Charlie
alone.

He had been shocked that it was so late he hadn't realized
so much time had gone by, but he decided to stay and finish
his work out, he went over to the dumbbells and picked up
his usual pair, completed his curls, then stepped up a weight,
and again, and again, he just didn't seem to be able to
find anything heavy enough. Then his eye had fallen on the
other rake a sign over the top said "MEMBERS
ONLY" . "What the hell"
he thought and walked over, then with both hands tried to
pick up the smallest one, 70KG was painted on the side,
and to his surprise he lifted it easily, "What
the...?" carefully he let go with one hand, he still
had it in control, cautiously he began to curl it, "one,
two, three, four, five" this was two
easy, amazing he was curling the weight of a small man with
one hand. He became aware that his cock was starting to
harden..."How much can I do"
he asked out load but there was no one there. He put the
weight back down and moved up one; 100KG in the familiar
yellow paint on its side. Both hands, then one, then curls
"Yea felt that a bit more" He moved
a couple more up, 125KG, again lifting it carefully, "yea
that feels good" and again began to curl
it with one hand, he just made 15 reps, then slowly put
the weight back down. "How much can
I do" he wondered. He walked about 1/4 of the way down
the rack 250KG he carefully lifted testing the weight, then
griting his teeth and keeping perfect form had managed to
lift it four times before giving out. His cock was now raging
hard, he could not believe it, 250KG the weight of 3 average
men and he had lifted it in one hand, he was incredible,
how much stronger would he get? He had to know his limit.
He found it 320KG, 4 men, one rep and he came for a full
minute without ever touching himself.([fig] ([fig] Charlie tries the "Member only" weights for the first
time)

Now at home he sat still in his work out gear, not wanting
to take it off in case his new power would go away, in fact
he was not sure he hadn't imagined it, maybe it was a trick,
a joke on the new members. He started when there was a load
knock on the door.

Standing in the door way naked but for a pair of jocks was
Jake, "Well guess I know what was under those clothes"
thought Charlie as he looked for the first time at Jake's
incredible physic. Over his shoulder struggling but clearly
easily constrained was another body builder.

"Think you might like to have a chat with this guy"
said Jake. He flipped Steve off his shoulder who landed
hard on his back, winded. Charlie recognized him straight
away, the reason he had decided to become a member. The
guy from the bar. He looked up to question Jake but he was
gone, a wave of fear washed over Charlie. Was he being set
up, how did Jake and this guy know each other. Steve had
got his breath back and looked up to see the guy he had
taken apart at the bar last week. Slowly he stood up. At
six feet he was a couple of inches taler than Charlie and
at around 140KG he was probably close to twice his weight.
He had no idea why the guy from the ally had brought him
here but he was going to make the most of it. Reaching behind
him he closed and bolted the door. Charlie had began to
back away nervously.

"look, just leave"

"No chance, I don't know why you've had your boy friend bring
me here but you sure are going to regret it"

"Oh please I hardly know him, I don't know why your here"

"Yea sure"

Steve was slowly advancing on Charlie, backing him into a
corner, to late Charlie realized he had no where to go,
he was pressed against the wall. Steve stood in front of
him, forcing Charlie to crane his neck up to look at him.

"Ah has the pussy been to the gym?"
asked Steve, you should see what a real man looks like"
Steve began to lift up his white t shirt slowly revealing
his tight six pack, then higher; the base of two full heavy
pecs; large dark nipples. He had the shirt up over his head,
now would be a good time for Charlie to run but with Steve
right in front of him he had nowhere to go, besides he was
totally mesmerized by the huge melon sized shoulders he
was seeing as Steve continued to peel the shirt off.

Steve threw the shirt across the room, smiled and flexed
both arms, biceps swelling, a large vein cutting across
each peak, Charlie traced it with his eyes as it continued
down the forearms.

"What I did last week was a party to what I'm going to do
now" Reaching down he graded Charlie's workout singlet
in both hands and hoisted him into the air. His feet dangling.
Then with an almighty grunt flung him across the room sending
him crashing into a coffee table which collapsed as he landed
on it. Steve was on him again "I'm
going to kill you, you fucking pussy"
he hoisted him into the air again and flung him once again,
this time sending him into a wall unit. Steve strided across
the room he was enjoying this, what a turn on. Charlie's
singlet was torn from his being man handled, literally overpowered
by this huge body builder. Steve reached out and tore it
clean off his body. Then lifted Charlie up one hand under
each arm. Lifting him high up into the air till his head
brushed the ceiling. Then he began to lift him up and down
pounding his head against the ceiling "ahh
shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" Charlie
was beginning to pass out and Steve sensed it. Not wanting
him unconscious yet he flung him once again across the room.

Charlie lay on the floor fighting for breath trying to figure
out a way to escape. Steve was on him again, and he had
had an idea. One of his favorite tricks was to crush the
arms of his opponents as they tried to resist by flexing
their bicep. This guy would scarcely be a challenge, but
after he had done the arms maybe he would be able to crush
his thighs with his bare hands.

"stand up" he ordered, Charlie stood

"Now flex your puny arms and I'll show you what a man can
do"

Charlie frowned, what was this guy up to

"FLEX!" ordered Steve

Charlie lifted his right arm and flexed

"As hard as you can"

Charlie flexed with all his might, satisfied Steve rapped
his hand around the bicep and began to squeeze preparing
to savor the tearing of muscle, the screams and struggling,
maybe the snap of bone. Nothing happened. Slight concern.
He squeezed harder, the bicep did not so much as dent, he
squeezed with everything he had but could not make an impact.
Charlie meantime was wondering why this guy had reached
out and gently caressed his bicep..."What
the fuck is going on" Somewhere in a
dim dark place in Charlie's head a realization was beginning
to form, a connection he had not made.

Time to stop pissing about, Steve rapped his huge arms around
Charlie, lifted him off the floor and began to squeeze,
instantly crushing the air from his much smaller opponents
lungs, then he began to tighten savoring the feeling of
the ribs beginning to bend. His huge bulk totally dominating
literally crushing the life from this little shit.

Charlie's shoulders began to flex tensing against Steve's
arms. And slowly Charlie's arms began to rise from his sides,
Steve tried to correct his grip on himself, trying to lock
Charlie in place, but it did no good he could feel his hands
slowly being pulled from one another, and Charlie was free.
He reached up and carefully placed a hand around Steve's
neck and slowly squeezed. Steve's eyes bulged as the vice
like grip clamped down, with one hand Charlie applied some
downward pressure, Steve tried to resist, pushing with his
thighs, thighs that had crushed a man, It was lucky for
Steve he know better than to lock his knees so that he was
slowly muscled down instead of his legs snapping. Once he
had him kneeling Charlie relaxed his grip, just enough so
that Steve could talk and breath.

"Flex your arm for me"

" NO waarrrrgh" Charlie allowed his forearm
to twitch causing a jolt of power to travel into Steve's
neck that nearly snapped it.

"Flex"

Steve lifted his arm and flexed. Charlie placed a hand over
the huge mound of muscle, there was no way he could reach
top to bottom so he placed his hand across the peak. With
all his might he squeeze, the muscle collapsed into a soft
jelly instantly, Charlie was annoyed that Steve was not
playing fair, he had let his arm go slake. The look on Steve's
face told him this was not the case. Charlie smiled. With
the peak of the bicep gone he could now just reach from
its top to the back of Steve's arm. He placed his hand and
began to squeeze slowly this time. The muscle offered no
resistance yielding to his slightest pressure, Suddenly
there was a slight twisting motion and a crack. Steve screamed
as his arm snapped. Charlie had hardly applied any pressure.
He could barely stop himself from laughing out load. He
applied a little more pressure and there were a series of
load wails from Steve as the bones in his arm began to splinter.
Charlie stopped squeezing and lifted the arm until his hand
was level with Steve's massive shoulder, then he twisted,
ripping the bodybuilders shoulder apart, tearing ligaments
from bone, crushing the supporting bone structures in the
joint. Muscle which could press 100KG above its owners head
tore like a cotton wall ball. Remembering the gym Charlie
decided to test out his ability at curls. Drooping Steve's
arm allowing it to hang lifeless at his side, his other
hand still round his neck he slowly began to lift him of
the ground, carefully using only his bicep. "
You think you can crush this bicep do you? Think you can
attack me do you? well fuck you"
He threw Steve clean across the room. The giant body builder
slamming into the door. With remarkable speed for such a
big guy he was up and unbolting the door.

"Shit" said Charlie as he raced to stop Steve. The door
unbolted Steve had it open and was out on the street. Charlie
raced after him diving and grabbing his legs with such ferocity
that he felt both the bones in Steve's lower legs and his
knees disintegrate with the impact. Steve feel to the floor
screaming his lower legs shattered. Charlie stood over him
looking down at his huge thighs. Each one close to the size
of Charlie's waste. He reached down and sunk his fingers
into the flesh feeling the muscle tense as it tried to resist,
and then turn to jelly as it was pulverized. Once he had
a good grip he stood up, lifting the leg and then once again
twisting. Steve's Huge gluts put up a good fight, the striation
in his quads becoming increasingly prominent as the muscle
twisted and lengthened. Charlie could hardly believe the
sensation as he totally dominated this huge muscle god,
he loved the feeling as the muscle tensed and resisted,
then as he applied a little more force was crushed, he loved
the look in the bodybuilders eyes, the certain knowledge
that he had been totally humiliated by someone he was twice
the size of, he loved the feeling of ultimate power as he
lifted Steve above his head, with one hand and carried him
back into the house, then hurled him to the other side of
the room, The metal of the door bolts as it had yielded
to the strength in his fingers as he had jammed them closed,
removing all chance of escape. He loved it as he walked
across to the whimpering boy that the bodybuilder had become.

"Tense your other thigh" Charlie ordered
The thigh turned to rock as it leapt into sharp relief.
Charlie rubbed his hand across its warm smooth surface,
savoring its heat and power and firmness, his hand slid
up the thigh brushing Steve's cock, lightly which instantly
came to attention, Charlie smiled, and allowed his hand
to linger before it continued up to the tight abs, Steve
was starting to moan, as if some thing about Charlie's new
power was arousing him, He worked up to the peks so full
and hard, the finger circulating the nipples, Steve's moaning
becoming more insistent, then his finger brushed across
the nipple and Steve's hips began to buck as he came.

"Interesting" said Charlie

He allowed his hand to move over to Steve's good arm, sliding
over the huge bicep he noticed how the muscle made his hand
look like a child's, in fact in comparison to Steve's huge
size he was a child. Charlie had come to Steve's hands,
they were huge, he opened it up the palm the size of his
own rather ladylike hands, They were rough and calloused
from lifting and labor, Charlie began to rub his fingers
up and down Steve's, enjoying the size comparison, he turned
the hand over and inspected the back, a light dusting of
dark hair, rough brown skin, he turned the hand back and
gently opened it out allowing the fingers to extend, he
placed his own hand against it for comparison. Yes Steve's
was at least twice as big, he slipped his fingers between
Steve's, allowing Steve's hand to close around his own,
Steve tried to take the opportunity as Charlie knew he would
and squeezed as hard as he cold, Charlie smiled and flicked
his wrist, the hand twisted, snapping Steve's wrist, Charlie
began to bring his fingers together slowly crushing the
large muscular fingers that separated them. Steve was beyond
screaming, he just wept.

Charlie stood looking at the beautiful body before him, he
looked into the face, dirty with tears and reached out a
guided the head side on to his abs, the ear pressed against
his stomach. Contracting his 6 pack and holding the head
firm he heard a slight creak, he began to apply more pressure
one hand against the side of the head, the other stroking
gently up and down the giants back, slowly his arm piled
on more and more pressure the jaw dislocating and then cracking
distorting Steve's face, Charlie continued the pressure,
then with a slight flick of his wrist crushed the skull
against his abs.

Bretts test.

As soon as Brett entered the gym he was aware that all eyes
were on him, and he loved it. He cast his eyes around the
gym "only non members in, good".

He had selected his tightest clothes for todays work out,
and he felt as good as he looked. The feeling of breaking
the back of the bodybuilder yesterday had without a doubt
been the most sexually intense moment of his life. The fear
and respect that he could feel from some of the non members
was starting to make him hard again, and in his lycra bike
pants every one knew it.

"Wow dude, take a cold shower why don't you?"

Brett grabbed the guys face in one hand and lifted him off
the floor bringing the guys ear up to his mouth. His arm
muscles like steal cable, his fingers digging into the guys
head. Brett know that if he wanted he could close his fist
and explode this guys head all over the gym floor.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up, before I cave your fucking
head in?"

Brett opened his hand and let the guy fall to the floor.
Five bright red welts around the guys face were Brett's
fingers had pressed against his skull.

"what the?"

Brett silenced him with a look then strolled over to the
bench press were one of the power-lifters was finishing
his final set. A huge barrel chest-ed guy, he was pumping
out 400 Kg for reps. Brett came up behind the bench.

"I've got you mate," said Brett

Then using one hand guided the weight back into the rack

"Thanks " Said the power-lifter the word trailing
off as Brett lifted the bar straight out in front of him
with one hand and performed 10 prefect front raises.

"Jesus"

Brett smiled as he put the bar back down. His raging hard
now starting to leak precome which was forming a wet spot
on his shorts.

"On your knees," Ordered Brett

The power-lifter sunk slowly to his knees. Brett placed a
hand behind the guys head and guided it into his cock.

"Kiss it" he ordered, the guy hesitated and Brett
twisted the head till the neck was millimeters from snapping

"Kiss it" the power-lifter got the point and placed
his lips against the fabric of Brett's shorts, tasking the
salty manhood which was now soaking freely into the shorts.
Brett was finding it hard to control himself, he applied
light pressure to the back of the power-lifters head and
wondered what it wold feel like to crush him against his
cock. He released the head.

"Take off my shorts'

The power-lifter carefully pealed Brett's shorts off freeing
a 10 inch hard cock, whilst Brett removed his shirt.

Standing naked in the middle of the gym a number of the non
members were starting to notice. Brett placed his hand against
the back of the head and guided it once more towards his
cock. The power-lifters tongue darted out running slowly
up his its length, Brett applied a little more pressure
to the back of the head and began to grind his cock against
the power-lifters face, he could feel the head start to
distort as the pressure grew his cock becoming even harder,
the guys nose suddenly breaking, bending sideways with a
load crack Brett applied a little more pressure still rubbing
up and down the guys face, he could not believe he was going
to crush this guys head against his cock. Suddenly he felt
a vice like grip on his hand, he tried to push against it
to explode this guy all over his prick but his hand did
not move, He followed up the arm to see Jake.

"Your drawing attention Brett"

"Jake , erm how are you?"

"Yesterday was bad enough, but now after this. you know the
rules leave the non members alone"

Jake had pulled Brett's hand away from the back of the power-lifters
head.

"Go home Tony" he said to the man who was still
on his knees "Go home and forget"

"See no harm done." said Brett hopefully

Jakes expression indicated that he did not agree with Brett,
and the increasing pressure on Brett's wrist only served
to reinforce that impression.

"You keep this up."Said Jake "And
people are going to start to notice, they don't see because
they don't believe, but if they see it often enough they
will start to believe and then they will notice."

"I know, but what's the point?"

"Enjoy the power, but not here, we need this place, these
people so we can grow, so"

"ah this is bullshit"

Jake knew that Brett was lost, he had left the first kill
to long, now it was all Brett felt.

"I'm sorry Brett I should never have let you join...Membership
is revoked"

Brett new he had to get away that his life was now in danger,
he turned to run but Jakes huge hand held him in place griping
his shoulder. He felt the hand start to tighten slowly crushing
the muscle. Brett dropped to his knees and began to scream.
Jake continued to tighten his grip his huge forearms starting
to bulge beneath his customary clothing. Jake felt his fingers
sinking deeper into Brett's shoulder muscle, he felt the
heads of the deltoid separating beneath his fingers then
finally he felt bone. He squeezed and the shoulder popped
out of its joint.

"Ahhhhhhh" Yelled Brett.

Jake released him and Brett fell forward onto his face. Jake
lifted his sweat shirt off his wide upper body, his huge
musculature shimmering with a light coat of sweet. Then
he removed his track pants, once more his impossibly thick
thighs exposed in there smooth hard glory.

"Get up" he ordered

Brett stood facing away from Jake

"Turn around"

Brett turned to face his master, seeing his massive form
uncover was to much for Brett he began to beg

"Please, I'm sorry Jake, Please, don't, I just, I, Please"

"I will give you 3 chances, 3 attempts to best me,"

Brett did not need asking twice, he had studied marshal arts
before he was a member, and since becoming a member had
continued to practice in secret. Brett leapt in the air
and spun round his lower foot traveling a enormous speed
with all of his strength behind it smashed into Jakes upper
thigh. Two days previous Brett had been involved in a fight
outside of a bar and had used this very move. It had completely
shattered his opponents leg, causing it to bend completely
in two the femur bursting through the skin. Bones shattered
all right but they were in Brett's foot. Above the screaming
you could just here Jake quietly counting "one."

Brett knew that momentum was every thing he had to go for
the weak spots, With a flash his fist flew out smashing
straight into Jakes neck were it would crush his wind pipe,
maybe even snap his spinal column. Jake flexed the massive
neck muscles at the moment of impact causing Brett's fingers
to be forced back past his wrist, the hand bending in on
itself. The finger joints were ripped apart at the knuckles,
the tendons pulling on the muscles of the forearm which
tour loss of there attachment to the bones.

"Two"

Brett knew it was all over he had one last chance. He lunged
forward and with his good hand managed to man handle Jack
above his head. Despite his strength Jake still only weighed
around 120 Kg well within Brett's range. Brett lifted him
high in the air then dropped onto his good leg forming and
slammed Jakes back into his knee. Brett's leg collapsed
smashing the femur and splintering his shin.

Brett roared in agony and once again fell face forward.

"Three"

Jake stood up, reached down and hosted Brett above his head
His right hand pushed through Brett's hard back muscle grabbing
hold of his spine, Brett shook and screamed as he tried
to free himself, twisting and writhing like a worm caught
on a hot bar-be-cue plate. His left hand slipped up Brett's
arse grabbing him firmly. The slowly Jake began to stretch
Brett. His struggles became more frenzied and insistent
as he began to feel his bake straighten out but Jake just
kept on pulling. Brett tried to free himself, his arms flailing
trying to hit at Jake. Brett felt a tearing in his guts
as his abdominal muscles began to pull apart detaching themselves
from one another. A Fiery pain as his intestines began to
displace and stretch. The thick muscles of his lower back
began to rip, the fibers pulled apart, coming away from
one another like fairy floss. This no muscle to support
them now Brett's vertebrae started to pull apart, his spinal
column falling into two haves. Brett went numb from the
chest down. But Jake was not finished, he continued to pull,
muscling Brett apart with nothing more than the power of
his shoulders. Brett felt the burning intensify then felt
the skin around his stomach start to stretch, felt the individual
fibers of his epidermis pulling apart. A tear began to form
across Brett's stomach as the skin gave way, and with one
final twitch of Jakes shoulders pulled Brett's massive form
in two.([fig] ([fig] Brett is pulled in two by Jakes incredable power)

Charlie learns the truth

Charlie had been amazed at his continued gains in both size
and strength. After the night he had killed Steve, Jake
had come to him with a list of membership rules. The chief
one being to leave the non-members of the gym alone. Anyone
else was OK, though Jake suggested that some people may
be more deserving of what Charlie had to offer than others.
Charlie had agreed, and the next day had set out for a little
revenge, being a Gay man in a small town there were plenty
of candidates.

First on Charlie's list had been, John Henry Lawson IV or
Johnny. He was the captain of the local football team and
never missed a chance to humiliate Charlie. Charlie knew
that on a Thursday night he would be at practice and had
headed down to the field, just in time to see the players
entering the changing rooms. Charlie gave them a minute
to get naked then strode in.

"Hey look every one its the fucking queer come in to purve
on us."

"Jesus, What the hell do you think your doing?"
Johnny looked angry.

The other players began to gather round.

Charlie was getting a hard on as the huge sweaty football
players began to gather round him. Some had there heads
tilted to one side, and were eying him up, imagining what
they were going to do. They had Charlie completely surrounded
now. They stopped and began to flex and stretch, emphasizing
there size and strength. Charlie felt a moment of doubt,
Steve had been big but Johnny looked tough, and mean. Suddenly,
Johnny leapt forward bending down and driving his shoulder
into Charlie's gut forcing him back against the wall. Charlie
hit the wall hard, the wind knocked out of him. Johnny raped
his arms around Charlie's legs and lifted him up onto his
shoulder, then flipped him back so that he fell hard onto
the concrete floor of the change room.

Charlie lay panting for breath looking up at Johnny, he had
to get hold of him some how.

"Fuck you!" shouted Johnny who pulled back his
leg, the huge thigh bulging, and sent a kick flying into
Charlie's side. It was the door Charlie was looking for.
Turning on his side he grabbed hold of the foot. stopping
it dead in place, then twisted the foot violently causing
the knee to pull in two, the foot now facing completely
the wrong way. Charlie let go of the foot and Johnny fell
to the floor. The other players stood frozen in place staring.
Charlie stood, and as he did Johnny's best mate, Dave came
up behind Charlie raping his large brown arms around him.
Usually Charlie would have enjoyed this, feeling the football
players brawny arms against his skin. His hard abbs pressed
against his back. Charlie however had only one thing on
his mind. He reached up and grabbed Dave's upper arms and
pulled down sharply, dislocating both shoulders simultaneously
causing Dave to cry out in pain, but only for a second,
as Charlie placed one hand under Dave's chin and turned
the head, savoring momentarily the resistance before he
snapped the neck. He held Dave in place for a few seconds
easily supporting his weight, he look pointedly at each
of the other players who were now retreating into the corners
of the room, some of them with raging hard ons which they
were beginning to rub, some pissing freely down there legs.
Charlie let go of Dave's body which slumped to the floor.

Johnny looked up with wild eyes

"Dave!" he cried out,

"Oh don't worry you will be with him soon."

Then Charlie had grabbed hold of Johnny's Cock which grew
instantly hard at his touch.

He then climbed on top of Johnny. He really was very beautiful.
His skin dark brown but for the mark were he were his shorts.
His upper body smooth and hairless. Wide thick pecks, a
dark crevice between them. Distinct abs with a small trail
of hair leading down to his pubes. Broad shoulders which
rolled out from his strong arms. Charlie had always admired
the shoulders. He placed his hands on them locking Johnny's
arms in place. Then he lent forward till he was lying on
top of him. Their faces less than an inch apart. Johnny's
prick still hard pressed against Charlie. Charlie lowered
his head, placed his lips against Johnny's, and began to
kiss him. To his surprise Johnny's tongue entered his moth
hungrily seeking out his, then Johnny came, rubbing himself
against Charlie. Charlie continued the kiss and Johnny continued
to come, he was starting to moan, loader as his still hard
prick pumped out more and more of his seed. Charlie knew
that while he kissed Johnny he would be unable to stop coming.
The ultimate humiliation for this homophobic arse hole.
Charlie's own hard on was now monumental pressed against
Johnny's abs. Charlie began to rub against Johnny's still
coming body, then with a slight change of angle Charlie
forced his prick through Johnny's abs straight into his
abdominal cavity. The feeling was incredible as the muscle
he had forced through clamped tight around the shaft massaging
it as Charlie plunged in and out of Johnny. Johnny continued
to come. Charlie could feel that he was close and he began
to apply pressure to Johnny's shoulders, the collar bones
snapping instantly Charlie began to drive the arms together
causing himself to be lifted on Johnny's chest as it began
to rise in the middle, the ribs bowing. Charlie continued
to press grinding bone and muscle together, slowly compacting
the former football star who, laying under him, continued
to come as his sternum cracked for its full length. His
shoulders now the width of his neck continued to be muscled
in. Charlie removed his lips from Johnny's.

"Please don't stop." Johnny begged, his
last words, as with an almighty effort Charlie brought his
hands together obliterating Johnny's once magnificent upper
body.

On another occasion Charlie had been taunted outside of a
Gay bar. It had been a few months latter and Charlie was
starting to look different, becoming hyper defined and extremely
vascular. As a result he generally avoided short sleeves,
but he had worn them today. Outside of the bar a guy, looked
like a construction worker, was bragging to his mates about
his arm wrestling ability. Seeing Charlie come out of the
bar, he had crossed the street.

"Hey you poof boy, want to test those guns against a real
man"

"Get lost" said Charlie

"What's the matter those arms only for show"

Charlie had followed the guy into the bar over the road,
they sat down opposite each other at the arm wrestling table.
There hands came together and the guy fought to get the
best position,

"Take the strain.....go!"

For a moment Charlie wavered, he could let him win. Then
seeing the hatred in the mans face decided to rid the world
of him. He stopped the movement of there arms, then staring
straight into the guys eyes began to move his arm down,
easily over powering him, Then he stopped and began to move
in the other direction, then stopping and moving back towards
victory.

"You made a fatal mistake today"

Suddenly Charlie flexed his bicep applying massive power
and shattering his opponents arm, which bent clean in two,
holding his hand and pressing down so that the knuckles
began to dig into the wood he stood and walked around behind
the guy, with his free hand he ripped his shirt off to reveal
a broad well muscled back. Charlie reached down to the base
of the spine, sunk his fingers in and grabbed hold of the
structure then with a smooth swift motion ripped it clean
out of his back then snapped it off at the neck. The guys
lifeless body falling forward onto the arm wrestling table.

That was the last time he had gone out in public not properly
covered, it was just to inconvenient. People staring, most
orgasming the moment they saw his body, a few trying to
pick a fight. As time wore on he continued his trips to
the gym, his weights slowly increasing, now at the top end
of the members weights curling 1600Kg, the weight of 20
men with one hand, his gains were starting to slacken off.
He was nearly fully developed.

Incidents also continued, some he arranged like the time
he ran into an old school bully returning to town to visit
friends. Charlie had made him suffer, slowly breaking each
and every bone in his body, one at a time, before pushing
the still conscious but broken body through a 2 foot concrete
wall, or the professional body builder who came to town,
preaching homophobic sentiment which had got Charlie mad.
Finding out were he was staying had been the hard part.
Slowly crushing, destroying, and humiliating every huge
muscle in his body had been the fun part, the guy had pissed
himself begging for mercy, Charlie having turned his glorious
physic into a pulpy mess left him broken but alive on the
hotel room floor. The 3 guys who broke into his house had
not been so lucky, they had screamed as Charlie came out
of the shadows naked having been woken by the noise. He
looked like a walking anatomy chart, every muscle, every
striation, every vein was clearly viable through his soft
tight skin. Two of the guys fell to the floor, hips swinging
back and forth as they began to come. The third man running
at Charlie who stopped him with a hand to the face which
clamped tight and lifted him off the floor. The guys legs
kicking franticly, his hands hitting against Charlie trying
to free himself. Charlie's forearm suddenly swelled and
his hand closed causing the guys head to explode showering
blood and brains over the other two guys. The body fell
to the floor. Charlie walked over to the other two and sat
down between them, their coming intensified with his nearness.
He reached down and lifted one each of there hands and placed
them against his magnificently defined pectorals. They began
to rub and moan, unable to stand or move away their orgasms
intensified, the flow of come continuing, Charlie flexed
his pecks and the orgasms increased in intensity again,
and the two guys began to spasm uncontrollably their eyes
rolling wildly. Charlie lifted his arm and flexed his bicep,
the guys tongues began to loll out of their mouths, the
spasms intensified again, and they began to come blood,
shooting out in a great red arch. Charlie smiled and stood
up leaving the two helpless would be thieves to themselves.
Their bodies slowly shutting down, the orgasm continuing
for another hour until exhausted their hearts gave out and
with one final frantic bucking of their hips they died.

Now leaving the gym for the last time, he thought over what
Jake had told him, how he was going to leave town to set
up another "gym" to recruit more
"people".

"people" thought Charlie, I guess the word would be..."
he trailed off not wanting to use it still resisting.

He thought back on the day he had become a member, how Jake
must have taken him into the office, must have feed on him,
the gap in time his sudden increase in strength.

Jake had explained everything, how there gains were linked
to the work of the non members and those they fought. How
all the stories, of devils and super heros, religious leaders
and....." that word again, they were all the same
thing. Charlie did not go home but headed straight for the
airport, he had enough money for a ticket, his clothes covered
every tell tale sign of his physic as they would do for
the rest of his life...maybe he would dare to uncover only
at night. Charlie chuckled to himself realizing for the
first time were that part of the legend came from. As the
plane took off Charlie looked down on the town were he had
been born. Born twice in fact, once as a human and once
as a, as a, Charlie swallowed hard and muttered under his
breath,

"and once as a vampire."