The Bouncer, Part II
luchas a la muerte - fights to the death

By Dave.

As he stood behind the lifeless body, still hanging from the ropes, he fleju•
and posed into the mirror admiring the huge muscles that had just brutally and sadistically 
snuffed out another victim when a gentle knocking came at the door.  "Who is it?"  "It's me, 
Billy."  The big man grabbed his key and unlocked the padlock on the door and let the bartender 
in.  "Oh, I'm too late!"  The Bouncer picked up the cash and the wallet from the ground and 
pulled out the ATM card.  He walked over to the dresser and wrote down the four-digit number that 
his last victim had given him.  The bouncer turned to Billy, "I need some new supplies."  Billy 
responded, "What are you short of?"  "Everything, Deca, Testosterone, Growth Hormone, Insulin, 
d-bol, all of it.  You need to make another run down to TJ." The Bouncer ordered referring to his 
supply of steroids.  He relied on Billy to get his steroids across the boarder from Tijuana 
because Customs would never suspect a middle-aged man who looked like he couldn't spell the word 
steroid, let alone use them, to try to smuggle anything back in.  Billy dutifully agreed, "Ok, 
how much do you want me to get?"  "It's all there on the dresser.  He left me his PIN number.  
Get as much as you can."  


Billy took the wallet and cash from the dresser and then immediately went about cleaning up the 
bed and changing the blood-stained sheets, evidence that the Bouncer had truly fucked his victim 
into oblivion, so the Bouncer could get some much deserved rest.  Once done, the Bouncer quickly 
plopped into bed and drifted off to sleep while Billy busily went about the room cleaning up the 
bloody mess.  His first chore was putting the body in the trunk of his car.  What he did with the 
body of this one, and the two from the back alley execution, was Billy's business.  The Bouncer 
was only interested in the kill, not the clean-up.  When Billy closed the door on his way out, 
the room had been cleaned spotless so that no evidence of the sadistic snuffing remained.  


The next afternoon, Billy dutifully went down to Tijuana, like the good muscle-worshipping slave 
that he was, to buy the Bouncer his juice as he had done so many times before.  Billy spoke 
fluent Spanish having learned it while being a foreman on a construction crew.  While at one of 
the farmacia's, Billy overheard two men talking about the fighting matches on Sunday afternoon.  
Billy enjoyed watching boxing and asked about the details of the next day's bouts.  He was 
astonished when the two men pretended they didn't know what he was talking about and then quickly 
left the shop.  The druggist shook his head in disgust as the two men scampered out.  Billy asked 
him what that was all about and the druggist replied, "luchas a la muerte" which meant "fights to 
the death."  Billy was astounded and began to ask for information on the matches.  He'd heard 
about such things before but always thought they were just tales. The druggist was, at first 
hesitant and seemed fearful of telling but gladly took a bribe under the condition that Billy 
forget where he'd heard about it.  Between the bribe and the steroids, Billy spent over $1,000.00 
with the druggist.  After a while, he told Billy all about the matches.  Billy's final stop on 
the way back across the border was to a liquor store to make his trip look legit.  He was 
experienced at hiding the drugs and had no problem getting safely back across the border.

 
When he arrived back at the Bouncer's warehouse late Saturday afternoon, the Bouncer had just 
been up for a few minutes and was stepping out of the shower.  "Alright!" the big man exclaimed 
as he glanced at the large bag of goodies.  Billy looked at him with eager eyes, "Oh, I have even 
more than this for you, big guy." The bouncer looked at him curiously.  Billy proceeded to tell 
him about the death matches that were held each Sunday afternoon in a warehouse on the south side 
of Tijuana.  The bouncer immediately wanted to know more details but there weren't that many to 
give.  The only way to find out was to actually go there.  Billy's mind began to click as he 
thought his dream was about to come true.  A snuff match where he could kill his opponents as 
well as have a screaming audience admiring him!  Billy noticed as the bouncer's huge dick began 
to swell with blood and become fully erect just thinking about it.


The next day, the two of them headed down into Tijuana going down street after street and 
alleyway after alleyway periodically asking directions for a particular warehouse that the 
druggist had told them about.  Some pretended not to know while others pointed the way. They 
finally arrived at the warehouse and found a place to park.  Billy was already wearing baggy 
pants and, after he stepped out of the car, put on a very oversized thick shirt in an effort to 
hide his massive physique.  


At first the guards at the door would not allow them entrance until Billy explained that the 
Bouncer wasn't there to watch but to compete in the matches.  Their attitude quickly changed and 
one of them escorted Billy and the Bouncer into the facility.  It was still two hours before the 
fighting would begin and the seats of the make-shift arena were empty.  In the back of the 
warehouse was a training area where some of the fighters were warming up and sparring.  As they 
passed through, the room went silent. Everyone turned to look at the huge man.  He was easily the 
biggest man there and his clothes did nothing to hide his height nor his broad, powerful 
shoulders. Even though the Bouncer had tried to hide his massively muscular physique, he couldn't 
hide the fact that he was 6'10" and well over 360 pounds of solid muscle.  


The guard led them into the office of the warehouse owner and explained to the owner what Billy 
had told him.  The owner was at his desk and surrounded by flunkies called floormen who worked 
the crowd taking bets and servicing the high roller clients who flew in from all parts of the 
world to watch the snuff matches.  Some came for the betting but most came to watch men snuff 
each other out.  The owner was suspicious that the Bouncer was just a big gringo who didn't know 
what he was getting into. With Billy as an interpreter, he asked the Bouncer if he had ever 
killed a man before?  The Bouncer had a stern and serious look on his face, "Tell him I killed 
three men yesterday." Billy hesitated, "But, …." The Bouncer turned to Billy, "Tell him!" 
Reluctantly but obediently, Billy did so.  The expression of the owner turned serious and after 
hearing the response, and he ordered everyone out of the room.  After everyone had left the room 
and the door had been closed, the owner asked him to take off his shirt.  When he did, the owner 
was completely taken by the size of this man's muscles. He had more muscle on him than he had 
ever seen on a man before and, for a man as tall as the Bouncer was, he was in perfect 
proportion.  His 24" arms had no fat on them and looked like they could easily tear someone's 
head off.



He asked the Bouncer what kind of fighting he liked to do or if he had a certain style or 
discipline.  But the Bouncer didn't know how to respond.  Billy responded for him in Spanish, "He 
just likes to inflict pain and then kill his opponents off.  He don't have any kinda sissy style 
or kung fu moves."  The owner was impressed and stood up from his chair.  "Can he kill his 
opponents slowly?  Or does he like to do it fast?" he explained, "the audience likes to see a 
good show."  After hearing the question, Billy quietly translated the Bouncer's answer while the 
bouncer tensed up his muscles, "He loves to crush his opponents bones and make them agonize in 
pain.  He loves to hear the crack of a man's spine as he breaks him over his knee and then break 
more bones until there are no more bones to break.  He loves to toss his opponents around like 
puppets and loves to hear the sound of skulls being slowly crushed.  He loves to smash a man into 
the ground and then stomp on his body and smash his insides so that he squirts his blood out.  
But most of all, he wants to hear the roar of the crowd as he's never had that pleasure before." 
The owner could see from looking into the raging eyes of the Bouncer that he was a man who was 
going to provide some serious entertainment for the crowd.  "Ok," he said, and in Spanish to 
Billy, "wait here while I arrange the match."  The Bouncer smiled and put his top back on.


In a few moments, the owner returned shaking his head.  He stated that too many of his opponents 
saw the bouncer walk in and no one wanted to fight him.  So, the only way he could do it was if 
he fought two men  at the same time. Upon hearing this, the Bouncer's eyes lit up, "Two men?" and 
he began to smile and he immediately agreed to the match, "I get to kill two men?  Hell yes!" The 
owner was stunned by response but was also quite pleased at his eagerness. The owner started to 
leave the room to tell the opponents that the match had been sealed but then stopped and turned 
to Billy, "muchachos o muchachas?" which meant male or female inquiring as to what kind of sexual 
pleasures the muscle-beast enjoyed.  Billy relayed the question to which the Bouncer replied, 
"Men. Men with tight asses!"  The owner smiled knowingly and gave a thumbs up as he left the 
room.  


Soon, the seats in the make-shift arena began to fill with a wide assortment of spectators from 
all ranges of the economic scale.  Some were gamblers, politicians, and drug lords.  Others were 
just members of the working class who loved to see the Death Matches. All had one thing in 
common; they were here to see men get snuffed out in the most brutal ways possible.  Billy and 
the Bouncer took some seats in a back row to watch the action.  The Bouncer wasn't due to fight 
until the third match.  It was explained that these first few matches were just to warm up the 
crowd for the serious fighting yet to come.  The opponents could wear no shirts and no weapons 
were allowed.  Since this was not regulated fighting, they were allowed to wear boots but the 
owner restricted by the type of boot.  Military style and work boots were allowed but the  boots 
could not be modified on the outside with any metal like spurs or points.  Steal toed 
construction boots, however, were allowed. The Bouncer was fortunate in that his boots were 
already steel toed (on the inside) safety construction boots so they met the restrictions.  
Gloves of any kind, however, were restricted which disappointed the Bouncer since he had brought 
his metal tipped gloves hoping to use them.


The Bouncer watched in boredom as the first two matches were fought.  Certainly there was some 
serious fighting going on between the almost evenly matched competitors and sometimes even a bit 
of brutality.  But, to the Bouncer, it was a disappointment as there was no bone crushing pain 
being inflicted.  In each of the matches, it was not until after one of the contestants had 
clearly achieved the upper hand over his opponent that the fighting began to get good and, even 
then, it looked more like work than pleasure to beat the opponent down enough so he could be 
snuffed out.  The crowd and Billy, however, seemed to enjoy the first two matches to the death. 
The Bouncer turned to look at the owner who had turned to look at him.  The owner was obviously 
not happy with either match.  The crowd was blood-thirsty for sure but both he and the Bouncer 
knew what it was that they were really there to see.  They were there for the sadistic, 
merciless, and bone-crushing snuffing entertainment that the Bouncer knew he could provide and 
all they were seeing was two guys punch it out.  


Both matches ended in death, of course, but the methods only varied in their boredom.  The first 
match ended in a strangle hold that looked like it was more work than fun for the victor.  The 
second match ended a bit crueler with the victor rendering his opponent unconscious and then 
kicking his skull in with his steal toed boot until it had been cracked open.  The crowd 
obviously loved the second ending the best but that was because they had no idea of the 
bone-crushing thrill that the Bouncer was about to provide for them.  


As the second match ended, the Bouncer and Billy went back to the privacy of the owner's office 
to get ready for the callout.  The Bouncer pulled his stash of "happy-powder" from the gym bag 
and poured it onto the desk.  Billy watched as his Muscle Master inhaled the mixture of cocaine 
and speed.  Billy knew how the mixture would drive the Bouncer over the top and beyond the realm 
of mere brutal desire but into the realm of pure wanton sadistic destruction.  After getting his 
fill of the mixture, the Bouncer slipped off his baggy pants and top and pulled out his robe from 
his gym bag.  He wanted his massive muscles to be a surprise to both the opponents and the 
audience.  He wanted to hear the expression from the audience when they caught their first 
glimpse of him.  He also wanted to enter the ring last.  He didn't want his opponents to see his 
body and then be too afraid to come out from the warm up room.  Underneath, he wore his tight 
fitting black wrestler's sling which was stretched out to the max.  His traps had grown so much 
that he could no longer pull the straps up to his shoulders, so he let them hang near his waist. 
He liked to call it his death uniform.


The first opponent was called into the ring.  He had been a crowd favorite in the past.  He was a 
pretty-boy young Mexican boxer who had never before lost a match.  He had only recently switched 
from the boxing ring to the snuff ring and had already snuffed out four opponents so he was very 
proud and cocky.  He jumped up and down in the ring had a cocky smile on his face.  The other 
opponent then entered the ring.  He was a long-haired Asian martial arts assassin who had never 
fought in this ring before but was eager to prove his prowess. He had told the owner that he had 
been in many fights to the death before and that he was eager to show the Mexican audience what 
true Blood Sport was all about. The two gave each other a high five as they tried to bond as a 
team.  They each weighed about 200 pounds but had no fat on their bodies and their muscles were 
extremely defined.  They were confident that they would have no problem in out-battling the huge 
gringo and bring him to the mat.  Once on the mat, they knew he'd be theirs for the killing.  
Together, they weighed more than the mountain-of-muscle who was now making his way toward the 
ring with Billy closely behind him carrying the gym bag. As he climbed up onto the mat and 
through the ropes, the audience grew quiet.  They had never seen a fighter as tall or as huge as 
the Bouncer.  He towered over each his opponents.  He untied his robe and then began to pull it 
off and the crowd started to go wild!  By the time he had taken the whole thing off, people had 
already started going to their bookies to place the bets but the betting had already been closed. 
 He handed his robe to Billy and then gave the audience a peak at the power they were about to 
witness.  He turned to his two opponents and then gave them a most-muscular pose by leaning 
forward and flexing his massive and veiny arms together showing his massively thick biceps and 
his mountainous traps.  The veins in his chest and shoulders looked like they were about to 
burst. His quads seemed to fill like balloons of muscle.


The look of confidence that the two opponents had had earlier had now turned to a look of 
absolute fear.  The boxer immediately realized that he and this Asian punk had no hope of 
defeating this monolith of a man.  With lightning speed, he backed out of the ring, through the 
ropes, and headed down one of the aisles toward an exit shouting in Spanish, "You can keep the 
money!" but before he made it to the door, he was tackled by two of the floormen and brought back 
toward the front of the ring as the poor sucker begged for his life and to be let go. He thought 
he was too young and too pretty to die!  When the floormen reached the ring with the struggling 
victim, they stopped and asked the owner what to do.  The owner was furious, but he instructed 
them to just hold on to him and not toss him back into the ring, just yet.  


In the meantime, inside of the ring, the Asian saw this as his opportunity to really show these 
Mexicans what fighting to the death was all about.  He was not about to go running and screaming 
for mercy like some child.  He took a martial arts stance as if prepared to go to battle and 
actually win.  This delighted the Bouncer who egged him on with his hands, "Come on, karate boy! 
Let's get it on!"  The karate boy began to dance around his opponent looking for just the right 
time and place to send his piercing kick which would make the big man keel him over in pain and 
then he would be all his.  



At just the right time, he spun around quickly and using all of his weight and momentum, he 
landed a round-house kick right into the abs of the Bouncer. The Bouncer just stood there as if 
nothing had touched him. The only pain caused by his kick was to his own foot as it felt as if he 
had sent it into a steel plate.  The Bouncer just laughed, and so did the audience, as the punk 
grabbed his now aching foot. But, again and again, the karate boy landed his kicks into the 
bouncer as hard as he could, in the chest, in the stomach, to his back until, finally, the big 
man leaned over and pointed at his chin to be used as a target, "Here you shit, I'll make it easy 
for you."  Taking the bait, the punk threw a swift kick connecting with the Bouncer's chin but, 
as before, he inflicted no pain.  Instead, the Bouncer quickly grabbed the leg of the karate boy 
with his right arm and pulled him close into him.  When he brought him closer, he punched him 
squarely in the face with his left hand sending him flying down to the mat as if hit by a cannon. 
The poor bastard lay flat on his back on the mat while the huge man stood over him, still holding 
onto his leg in his right arm.  The big man reached down and picked up the other leg holding them 
both up as if making a "V" and centered himself over the poor loser.  The big man raised his 
right leg up, knee in the air, and then came slamming with his boot on to the groin of his 
opponent. The karate boy grabbed his crotch in immense pain. The crowd loved it! Again, the 
Bouncer raised up his leg and, realizing that the crowd wanted to see pure torture, put his 360 
pounds of muscle behind the driving force which not only crushed his balls but also shattered his 
pelvis! The sound of the smashing bones could be heard throughout the arena.  


The man screamed in excruciating pain and flailed on the mat but, little did he know, those were 
only the first bones of his to be smashed into pieces by the big monster.  The crowd began to go 
wild as they had never seen such fierce sadistic brutality as this before.  But, in the Bouncer's 
eyes, they had no idea what sadistic brutality was all about but today, he was going to show 
them. 


The Bouncer let go of the legs, and the man rolled over and grabbed his crotch in pain.  The 
Bouncer smiled at Billy and then the owner of the arena.  The owner was smiling with pleasure.  
But the best was about to be seen.  The Bouncer then picked up the karate boy by his long and 
stringy hair and threw him into the ropes with great furry.  As the boy bounced off from the 
ropes, he landed squarely face first into the boot of the huge man.  People in the crowd laughed 
at his misfortune as he bounced off the boot and sling-shotted onto the canvas on his back.  The 
Bouncer picked up the boy again by the hair, laughing at him and said, "Come on, punk, let's play 
some football!"  The boy was obviously dazed by from the kick to the head.  He slammed the karate 
punk into the corner turn-buckle where the karate boy landed upright against the ropes and tried 
to hold himself up - a serious mistake on his part. On the other side of the ring, the Bouncer 
took a football stance, with one fist touching the mat, and then said, "3, 4, Hike!" as he rammed 
his 360 pound frame toward the Asian who saw what was about to happen but couldn't move fast 
enough because the wind had been knocked out of him.  The big man plowed into his opponent's 
chest and his shoulders and his traps dug a new hole into the punk's chest as he let out a scream 
of excruciating pain, "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"  


As the Bouncer pulled back, what was left of the karate punk began to slip toward the mat, but 
the Bouncer would have none of that.  Instead, he pulled the fucker up by the neck and took his 
arms and wrapped them around the ropes on either side so he wouldn't fall this time.  The Bouncer 
seemed to be oblivious of the reaction of the maddening crowd now. They were going wild with 
delight. His only focus of concentration was on the sadistic punishment of his opponent - he was 
a man who loved his work!  As his opponent stood tangled up in the ropes, the bouncer took a 
karate stance of his own and then landed a thunderous right foot into the stomach of the boy 
smashing his internal organs and causing him to begin spitting up blood.  He got a little closer 
to the shorter man and grabbed his hair again and gave him a powerful knee to the already smashed 
organs of his mid-section and as the punk tries to collapse on the mat after slipping from the 
ropes, the Bouncer kept him up by his neck and pulled him toward the middle of the ring.  He knew 
what the blood-thirsty crowd wanted to see and he wanted to give it to them. Without letting go 
of his neck, the Bouncer grabbed him by what was left of the crotch area and raised him into the 
air with great ease.  He made a complete circle before the crowd with his victim high in the air. 
 All the while, the asian punk cried out for mercy in his native asian tongue, "No!  Please help 
me!" but not only did no one understand him, even if they did, they would not have stopped this 
sadistic destruction occurring. For the first time ever, they were finally getting to see what 
their sadistic little hearts had really been wanting to see.  They wanted to see this 
steroid-filled gladiator pulverize his opponent!  


In, seemingly one motion, the Bouncer knelt down on the mat on his right knee and slammed the 
asian boy's back first across his knee making a thunderous crack as his back broke into two. The 
asian boy began to flail in the big man's grasp.  The Bouncer, still holding on to the man's neck 
and bloody crotch, stood up and carried his victim to the other side of the ring to give this 
side of the arena a better view of his powerful backbreaking skills. He wanted to make sure that 
everyone got to see his prowess close and up-front, "You guys wanna see me smash him too?" he 
said to the other side of the arena. They went wild as the language of sadistic beating was 
easily interpreted. Again, he hoisted him up into the air, as if he were carrying a sack of 
potatotes, and then, in one fell swoop, he stepped forward with his right leg and knelt down 
again and, with all of his might, slammed the little asian punk across the powerful thigh 
breaking his spin in yet another area. This time, he let the boy loose and he rolled off his leg 
and plopped onto the mat, like tossing a sack of flour onto a concrete floor. The crowd was 
loving every minute of it and cheered and hollered. They wanted to see even more and he wanted 
nothing more than to give it them! He smiled at the crowd and then casually walked around the 
ring giving poses to show off his fantastic physique.  From the view of the audience, he seemed 
unreal.  The ring seemed to be smaller with this 6' 10" man of granite muscle standing in it.  
With each pose, the men cheered.  He had no concerns of the asian escaping; hell the asian was as 
close to dead as it was and the bouncer wanted to make this last as long as he could…or at least 
as long as the asian punk could cling to life before being snuffed out totally.  


He returned to the center of the ring where the poor fucker lay, unable to get up and bleeding 
from every orifice he had. The man grabbed the hair of the boy and pulled him up again. He 
wrapped his huge arms around the punk in a bearhug and, like a bulldog with a kitten it's mouth, 
began to squeeze and shake until he could hear the rib cage of the punk begin to crack.  He began 
to swing his victim around and applied the pressure each time a little harder so that the ribs 
would not only break but they would smash together and grind against each other. He walked around 
the ring so as to give everyone in the audience an opportunity to watch his performance. The 
cracking sounds of the poor fucker's ribs could be heard only in the front rows of the arena, 
where the drug lord's and dignitaries sat. The asian's lungs began to fill with blood and the 
punk began to spew blood from his mouth even faster….but not fast enough for our champion.  Again 
and again he applied his massive and powerful bearhug on this punk, making sure that he had 
smashed everyone of his ribs. As he continued this torturous bear hug, more and more blood began 
to spew from his mouth.  After being satisfied that every bone his in rib cage had been crushed, 
he slowly released the punk who started to slide from his grip.  But before he fell out of his 
grasp totally, the bouncer grabbed him by the hair like a rag doll and raised him back up again. 
 He turned the weak ass punk to the side and placed his left hand behind his head and his right 
hand under his bloody jaw.  The eyes of the poor fuck looked to the side at the big man as if 
pleading for mercy.  The Bouncer looked at the owner for approval before he snapped his neck.  
The owner knew the asian punk would be dyeing soon anyway and did not want him to just drift off 
into death as that would not be an "exciting" way to end a match.  The owner looked at the 
Bouncer and gave him the thumbs down.  The Bouncer turned to the man in his grasps and said, "Now 
you die mother fucker!" and pulling his läZ®ćarm toward him and his right arm away, he snapped 
the bastards neck and let him drop to the ground.  The Bouncer just stood over his opponent with 
a serious stern look and gazed at the blood-thirsty crowd. They cheered and hollered for their 
new champion and then a smile of victory came over his face.


The owner quickly jumped up on the mat as the floormen took away the body of the asian martial 
arts expert.  He took the microphone and, in Spanish, spoke to the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, 
this was supposed to be a fight with two men against one. Instead, we had a coward back out of 
his agreed match!  We do not allow our fighters to break their agreements!" The crowd began to 
roar in agreement.  "Now this punk must be punished!" and he turned to the Bouncer, "And I think 
we have just the man who can punish him and show the others how to really fight!"  Billy gestured 
to the Bouncer to explain what the owner had said.  Hearing the translation, the Bouncer became 
excited and quickly walked over to the owner and asked him, in English, if he could use his 
gloves that were in his gym bag to punish his opponent? But the owner didn't understand what he 
was saying and turned to Billy for a translation.  After Billy quickly translated it for him, the 
owner paused for a quick second and then thought it would be a wonderful idea!  After all, this 
wasn't going to be a "match" but a "punishment." Plus, it was clear to see how excited the big 
man was to wear his gloves.  Billy quickly grabbed the gym bag and pulled out the metal tipped 
gloves and handed them to his big friend as the floormen tossed the boxer boy into the ring.  He 
had no choice now but to stand up and, like the asian before him, try to fight his way out of 
this.  


The Bouncer put on the black gloves with rounded metal tips on the knuckles. He missed not being 
able to use them on the asian punk. The Bouncer, obviously, didn't "need" the gloves to win any 
match, but that was not the point.  The point of wearing them was purely psychological. He loved 
the feeling of destruction that came with them.  And, besides, they made him look even more 
intimidating to his opponents and he liked that thought too.  To him, his black beauties were 
like old friends and he was glad to see them again.  The boxer boy looked at the gloves on the 
big man and, as was to be expected, couldn't believe that the big monster now looked even more 
menacing than before! He knew this was not going to be a fight, but instead, as the owner had 
said, it would be his punishment and now he was prepared to take it, albeit, reluctantly.


The Bouncer wasted no time in playing with his opponent as he did during the last match and 
immediately began what was to be a purely sadistic and brutal torture session.  After he was over 
the thrill of putting on his gloves, he marched straight over to the boxer boy who just stood 
there as if to ask, "How are you going to kill me and will you do it quickly?"  The Bouncer gave 
him his answer.  He grabbed the boy by the back of the head and with a mighty toss, through him 
into the opposite ropes.  As the boy bounced off the ropes and returned to the center of the 
ring, the big man wrapped him in his arms and lifted him high into the air and then quickly came 
crashing down to the mat on top of him with his arms still wrapped around him executing a 
powerful bodyslam.  That was the beginning of the end for this one.  While still laying face down 
up on the mat, the Bouncer rolled him over so that he would be face down.  He placed one foot on 
his upper back and then another on his butt and put his whole weight of 360 pound frame on top of 
the man who began to squirm wildly in an attempt to escape the excruciating pain.  The Bouncer 
smiled at the crowd and then crouched down in order to gain momentum.  His powerful thighs 
thrusted him high into the air and landed with both feet on the boy smashing in his rib cage and 
crushing his pelvis.  With each leg, he took turns digging and grinding his boots into the man. 
"AAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!" the boy screamed which was music to the crowd and to their champion.  But 
now it was time to put his little black gloves to work.  He picked up the boy by who was now 
bleeding slowly at the mouth by the neck and walked him over to one of the sides of the ring and 
tangled his arms in the top two ropes.  The punk just stood there, bleeding and dazed from the 
pain and hoping it would be over soon.  But his punishment was far from over! 


The Bouncer took a boxing stance and was about to show the boxer a few new moves.  First, he sent 
his right hand smashing into the boxer's face and the quickly sent in his left both times aiming 
for his jaw and careful not to plow into the skull just yet.  Again and again, the punches came 
alternating occasionally to pulverize the stomach and destroy his internal organs. When he 
stopped, to the crowds delight, the boxer spit out everyone of his teeth which came out mixed 
with the blood from his insides!  His jaw had been shattered into tiny pieces by the metal gloves 
and didn't even resemble a jaw anymore.  His pretty-boy face had been totally destroyed. The 
Bouncer also laughed loudly at his accomplishment. He then, for good measure, gave one powerful 
kick with his right boot into the six pack abs which were now black and blue from internal 
bleeding and had turned into mush.



He unraveled the coward from the ropes and hoisted him up over his head and placed him on his 
shoulders, face up with one hand on his neck and the other holding his lower limbs.  The boxer 
began to gag on his own blood as he was carried around the ring for the amusement of the 
sadistic-loving crowd. Finally, the Bouncer stopped to face one section of the four sections of 
the ring and, in the style of Lex Lugar, crouched slightly and rose quickly in order to bounce 
the boy up and force him back down squarely on his shoulders breaking his spine and let out a 
sadistic, "YEAH!!" as he heard the spine snap.  He then went to the next side of the ring and, 
again with great pleasure, bounced him up and then back down letting out another roar, "YEAH!!!. 
 And then, the next side and then the fourth side.  Once he completed giving everyone a view of 
his awesome back breaker, he raised the punk up back over his head way into the air and walked 
over to the ropes.  With the man in the air dangling like a vine, he looked at the audience and 
at the owner.  Then he looked at the concrete floor outside of the ring and with a thunderous 
roar, "YEAH!!!" he slammed the boy onto the concrete slab and he bounced up onto the first row!  
The bouncer now laughed loudly as he watched the front row, covered in the boxer's blood, throw 
him back to the floor. The Bouncer climbed out of the ring and pulled what was left of the boy 
off the ground and raised him into the air again and threw him back into the ring over the top 
rope with such force, he almost landed under the ropes of the other side of the ring.  He picked 
up the punk and began to walk backward into one of the corners of the ring.  He motioned to the 
crowd whom he had his back to, to move around to the other side so they could get a better view 
of what he was about to do.  Immediately the crowd behind him obliged for they did not want to 
miss a second of this tremendous exposition of sadistic torture.  The boy was now a black and 
blue bag of broken bones with blood flowing from his nose, mouth, and ears, and twitching 
uncontrollably. 


He looked at the owner for his approval to snuff out the boy.  The owner was extremely happy with 
his performance that night and smiled as he gave his thumbs down.  The crowd screamed with 
approval.  The Bouncer positioned the boy so his back was toward him.  He looked down at the back 
of the head of the shorter punk and placed his left palm on the left side of his head and his 
right palm on the right side of his head.  The Bouncer smiled and looked around at the crowd and 
asked, "YEAH???" to one side of the arena and again to the other side of the arena, "YEAH???"  
Both sides responded with rousing approval.  Again, he looked to the back of the head of the once 
cocky and confident boxer.  Slowly, and ever so carefully so as not to break it too quickly, he 
applied pressure on the skull of the man. "Aaaaaaaghhhhh!" screamed the victim gurgling through 
his blood.  The sadistically insane look in the Bouncer's eyes and the ear-to-ear smile that was 
on his face proved to the crowd that he was truly insane….and they loved him for it.  He released 
the pressure only slightly and then began to turn the squeeze up a notch and the poor fucker 
screamed louder, "AAAAAAGHHHHHH!" Finally the Bouncer screamed, "YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! And applied 
the final force of pressure to make the head of the boxer boy cave in like a tomato being stomped 
on.  Blood squirted toward the center of the ring out of his mouth, nose and now new holes in his 
head created by the sharp edges of the smashing skull.  The crowd went insane!  The Bouncer let 
out a sadistically loud laugh and then released the mushy skull and watched as the corpse fell to 
the mat with a dead thud.


The Bouncer bathed in the cheers of the crowd as he played toward them, flexing his muscular 
physique in every direction at them.  He then climbed out the ring and headed back toward the 
warm up room and the showers with Billy dutifully following behind.  The crowd loved him but they 
were too afraid of the man to pat him on the back as he headed out of the arena.  Some came close 
but then thought twice about it.  The shower room, if you could call it that, was behind the warm 
up room and had a hodge-podge of old rusted lockers and some benches that were bolted to the 
floor.  There was also a shower room just off to the side. The Bouncer began to disrobe when the 
owner, still smiling over the sadistic display, came into the room and closed the door behind him 
with Billy still in the room.  He began to speak in Spanish to Billy who paraphrased what the 
owner was saying.  He told him that there were some very influential people in the audience who 
greatly enjoyed the performance tonight.  So much so, that they wanted him to put on a private 
performance for them on Tuesday.  He explained that these were some of the most ruthless drug 
lords in Mexico and they had captured four informants who had squealed to the US and Mexican 
authorities on their drug dealings. Two of them on steroid drug dealings. As with the boxer boy, 
these wouldn't be "matches" as much as they would be punishments.  He then told Billy that he 
would be paid $5,000 for each victim and the owner would provide him with all the steroids and 
growth hormones he could ever want.  The Bouncer couldn't believe his ears!  He would finally 
become a hired sadistic killer and would be treated with the honor and respect that, before, only 
Billy had been able to give him.  He gladly accepted and the owner opened the door and walked 
out. Billy, of course, remained in case the Bouncer would need anything. The Bouncer then entered 
the shower, smiling and laughing at the affairs of the whole night. 


When the Bouncer finished his shower and stepped back into the locker room, he noticed the owner 
in the room and Billy still seated in his chair.  To his right, on the far side of the room he 
saw a young man in his very early twenties.  The young man was nervous, scared, and naked.  In 
order to ensure that the Bouncer was provided a tight fuck that night, the bouncer ordered his 
men to find a straight boy who was hungry enough to accept a dick up the ass for $30; $15 up 
front and $15 after the deed.  For a street person that was more money than the could make in a 
month. There were many volunteers but only because they did not tell them they would have the 
largest man with the biggest dick to ever enter Tijuana. The boy looked at the big man in great 
fear.  "Him?" he said to the owner.  The owner just laughed at the boy's question.  Billy pulled 
out the baby oil from the gym bag and handed it to the bouncer who now had a raging hard-on. 
Without a need for translation, the owner wished him a good time and started to depart the room 
but he was stopped by the questioning Bouncer, "Hey! Wanna watch?"  Now it was the owner's turn 
to disbelieve as he clearly understood what the big man had said.  "Si!"  


The Bouncer turned to the boy who was about to get the fucking of his life and pointed to the 
wooden-topped bench which had metal legs bolted to the floor.  The straight boy refused, as if he 
had been given a choice….which he hadn't. The Bouncer wasn't used to people refusing his orders 
and grabbed the boy by the hair and manhandled him onto the bench making sure the boy straddled 
it with his legs and arms face down.  The owner turned to the door and locked it.  The sound of 
the crowd could still be heard as the other matches were continuing.  The Bouncer grabbed the 
bottle of baby oil and generously slapped it onto the ass of the boy and began to finger his butt 
and lubricate the tight ass making it easier for his dick to go inside it.  The boy squirmed in 
pain as the huge right forefinger of the Bouncer made it's way up his ass. "Aaaaaaieeeee!" he 
screamed.  The scream made the owner nervous and he found a small dirty towel on the floor and 
stuffed it in the boy's mouth. He did not want his paying crowd to witness this…he wanted to 
savor this for his own.  This was a different level of sadisticness that the owner had never 
dreamed of before. The Bouncer guided his huge dick toward the opening in the boy's butt and 
proceeded, without caution or thought of mercifully going easy, and plowed his way into the tight 
virgin ass of the punk from the street.  An expression of extreme pain came over the boy's face 
and he let out a muffled scream for help, "MMMMMFFFFfffff!!!" but he had no idea how much worse 
it was going to get.  The Bouncer then fully planted his dick deep into the boy and stopped.  His 
eyes closed for just a second e savored the feeling of this tight-assed boy squirming below 
him.  Then, his eyes went wide and it was time for some fun.  With his legs planted firmly on the 
floor, the Bouncer pounded in each fuck into the boy's tight ass.  The speed he had taken helped 
him to go even faster and the cocaine gave him a euphoric feeling of lust as he knew it would 
make his point of cumming even more thrilling.  Over and over, the Bouncer pounded his huge dick 
into the boy and blood began to drip from the bench onto the floor from the boy's ass.  The boy 
was in such intense pain that he was in complete tears.  He tried to squirm free but that's when 
the Bouncer pinned him to the bench by putting his right hand on the boy's back. But the boy kept 
squirming and this was beginning to annoy the big man.  He took his left and cupped it around the 
boy's chin and then covered that with his right hand and began to ride the boy like a cowboy on a 
bucking bronco. "YEAHHHH!!!" the Bouncer said as he enjoyed pounding his dick into this tight 
ass.  The owner was deep into the scene as well as he had dropped his pants and was stroking 
himself.  Billy, however, just sat there and watched as he had done so many times before letting 
his muscle-master enjoy himself. After almost 30 minutes of relentless power-fucking, the Bouncer 
was about to shoot his load.  His breathing was getting heavier and the owner could tell he was 
getting near his climax.  The owner then made a pulling gesture with his hands.  The Bouncer 
still holding firmly to the chin of the boy, smiled knowing what the owner wanted to see, as if 
given permission to snuff out the boy, and continued pumping and pumping getting nearer and near 
to the point of explosion.  Finally, his eyes rolled back into his head as he began to shoot his 
hot load into the virgin boy and then, with great uncontrollable force as he was shooting into 
the boy, he pulled back on the head of the boy and with the power of his huge lats, he snapped it 
from it's neck.  "YEAHHHHH!"  The Bouncer shouted as he continued to shoot his load into the boy 
and as the owner shot his load into the air. 


Next Chapter - The Executioner!