Chapter 5 - The Practice Session

The rest of the week went rather quickly for the two muscle-bound 
sadistic beasts.  They trained together each day, ate like wild 
animals together, and injected each other with powerful steroids 
and growth hormone.  What ever they were doing, they were doing it 
right.  The Bouncer now stood at 6'10" but his weight increased from 
360 to 370 pounds of rock solid muscle.  Butch, at 6'5" now weighed 
in at 315 pounds of hairy beast-muscle - totally rock solid.

They both had night jobs during the week.  While the Bouncer was 
knocking heads at the bar, Butch worked as a warehouse foreman for a 
delivery company in the evenings working the swing shift.  He usually 
had weekends off which meant that he could help Billy and the Bouncer 
out on Saturday night at the bar.  The three of them had planned to 
go down to Tijuana on Sunday afternoon for the death matches.  It would 
be Butch's first time and he was very excited about the whole things.  
It didn't seem real to him; killing people in front of an audience and 
getting paid to do it!  Just thinking about it got him excited.

Before the Saturday night crowd began to arrive at the bar, Billy, Butch, 
and the Bouncer were milling around the back office of the bar when 
Billy placed a call to the owner of the arena to let him know they were 
going to bring another huge muscle beast.  The arena owner was excited 
at the thought of yet another muscle beast to perform before his select 
audience.  He told Billy that the drug lords were so impressed by the 
Bouncer's performance that they had wanted him to perform again later 
Sunday evening on another group of informants and a few who had been 
caught taking money off the top of the drug deals.  

Billy conveyed the request to the Bouncer who seemed more than happy 
to oblige even though he received more pleasure when battling some 
punk who might believe he could actually beat the Bouncer.   The Bouncer 
smiled, "Did he say how many he wanted me to crush?" Billy asked the 
owner and came back with, "Right now, two.  They are searching for 
the third one and hope to have him soon."  "Awesome!"  Billy responded, 
"15k for those 3 and 3k for the regular performance."  Butch looked 
perplexed; he hadn't been told about the money before, "What's up with 
the money?"  Billy explained to Butch, "When the drug lords find an 
informant or thief, they want him punished in the worst possible way….and 
for that, they pay 5k a head."  The Bouncer began to laugh and looked 
at Billy, "Hey, Billy, remember the skulls I smashed open?" The two of 
them busted out laughing, "Their brains looked like cauliflower!" The 
Bouncer turned to Butch with an evil and sadistic grin, "Stomped on one 
of 'em's head and it caved in like it was nuthin."

Butch knew that he wanted in on some of that action!  The Bouncer could 
sense that Butch was feeling, somewhat, leftout, "Maybe we can take turns, 
Butch, but you gotta prove yourself in the ring first.  No quick deaths.  
Show no mercy.  The crowd wants to see a lot of throwing moves and they 
love to hear the breaking of bones…"  Billy broke in with a smile, "and 
the painful screams of opponents begging for mercy." The Bouncer continued, 
"Drag out the match for as long as you think the punk will live and then, 
when you feel he's on the way out, snuff 'em out.  Either snap his neck, 
crush his skull, or some other real way of finishing him off so the crowd 
knows your killing him on purpose."  Butch was in complete dismay, "And 
they pay you for this too?"  "Oh yeah, and with pleasure."  

= = =

That evening, the eager punks and punkettes came to the bar in droves.  
The Bouncer, wearing his trade-mark white tank-top with the word "BOUNCER" 
emblazoned on it.and skin-hugging multi-colored tights, checked ID's at 
the door.  Butch was also put in the role of Bouncer and was given the 
same white tank-top as the Bouncer.  They almost looked like twin muscle 
beasts. Billy's job was to work the bar and watch out for any troublemakers 
or drunks.  

Around 1:00 a.m. a group of punks with pale skin and enough pierced 
metal to set off airport security wandered up to the door of the bar.  
They numbered three and the Bouncer could tell that, even though they 
weren't drunk, they were higher than kites on crystals and powders.  
Still, he charged them twice the normal cover and let them in.  He 
knew they didn't belong in that club and he knew they would cause 
trouble….and he knew that Butch would have to handle it.  

Immediately, the three punks zeroed in on two girls who were seated 
near the far end of the dance floor at a small table having a good 
time.  Seems the girls had given up on finding Mr. Right or even Mr. 
Right-now.  From across the dance floor, Butch looked at the three 
of them as they approached the care-free girls.  The music was too 
loud to hear anything but almost as soon as the punks approached the 
girls, Butch could see that the girls weren't interested.  In a flash, 
the tallest, and probably the toughest looking of the punks simply 
pulled one of the girls up by the arm and dragged her butt onto the 
crowded dance floor while her friend remained seated in complete 
amazement.  She then tried to get up and help her friend but one 
of the other punks shoved her back down into her chair.  

Butch wasted no time in forcing his way through the dance floor 
crowd, shoving the dancers out of his way left and right, and was 
on the punk in a matter of seconds. At 6'5" and 315 pounds, Butch 
looked like a walking mountain of muscle, determined to show the 
punks some manners.  He grabbed the skinny-shit up by the collar 
of his leather jacket, "Come-on punk!" and lifted him off the 
ground as the Bouncer watched from the door and smiled at his 
protégé.  The other two skinny punks, obviously too high to realize 
that they were about to take on the biggest, baddest, and meanest 
muscle beast since…. well, since they left the Bouncer at the 
door, leaped to their friend's rescue and literally jumped onto 
Butch's massively wide back holding on to his delts and mountainous 
traps and grabbing onto, tearing, and almost ripping off, his 
white tank top.

Butch looked at his torn shirt… "Fucking Bastards!" To Butch, 
they felt like tiny ants waiting to be squashed.  He was angry 
now as he quickly reeled back with his right arm and punched 
the tall punk square in the face and sending him flailing into 
the crowd….and into unconsciousness.  He reached back over his 
shoulders with both of his arms and yanked the remaining two 
forward and over his shoulders.  They came crashing down to 
the dance floor on their backs so hard that he completely knocked 
the wind right out of them.  He looked at his ripped shirt which 
now showed off his huge hairy muscular pecs - he was PISSED.  
Butch quickly picked them up from the floor by the fronts of 
their jackets and began to carry them to the front door.  As 
he approached the front door, the Bouncer shook his head and 
pointed toward the back door, "Trash gets taken out through the 
back door."  Butch smiled as he dragged the two stunned and 
barely-awake punks toward the back door.  The Bouncer noticed 
the other punk still out cold and taking up space on the crowded 
dance floor.  

There was no line at the door so the Bouncer went over and 
picked up the third punk from the floor and put him over his 
left shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  He then turned to the 
two girls who had by now returned to their seats and consoling 
each other, "You girls ok?"  They smiled at one of their muscular 
saviors, "Yes, thank your friend for us, will you?"  He smiled, 
"You can count on it.  He's takin' out the trash now." The girls 
smiled and then laughed.  

The Bouncer then made his way through the crowd, with the 
unconscious punk over his shoulder, and went past the bar.  
He looked at Billy and shouted through the noise of the music, 
"I'm gonna check on Butch!"  Billy acknowledged as he hurriedly 
poured drinks.  

As he opened the back door of the bar, he found his buddy 
beating the shit out of the two punks in his charge.  He 
smiled as he dropped the punk off his shoulder landing him 
squarely on the concrete alley-way ground.  "Whoa!!!  Slow down, 
Butch!"  Butch stopped with sudden surprise as he held the bloodied 
face of one of his victims with his left hand and held his 
clenched right fist cocked back and about to give another blow.  
The other victim was unconscious on the ground.  

He looked at the Bouncer who began to coach Butch, "I know 
you're having fun but, let's do some practice for the show 
tomorrow."  Butch looked at him in agreement, "Yeah, I hadn't 
thought of that.  You could show me some things."

Just then, the two girls from inside the bar came out into 
the alley.  "Can we watch you guys take out the trash?" said 
one of them surprising both the Bouncer and Butch.  The 
Bouncer turned back to them, shielding the blood bath behind 
him with his huge muscular torso, "It's not a pretty sight, 
girls, I don't think you really want to watch."  One of them 
seemed very sincere, "Please?" and then she turned to look at 
the punks and sternly said, "we want to see them get taken 
out…and we don't want you to stop until you do."  The Bouncer 
turned to Butch as if asking his opinion.  Butch smiled and said, 
"An audience!  Hell yeah!"  The Bouncer then let the girls into 
the dark alley-way and closed the door.  Fearful that anyone else 
would come back into the alley, he pushed the dumpster in front 
of the door.  He looked back at Butch and smiled, "Ok, it's showtime!"  

Taking his cue, Butch grabbed one of his two punks up by the 
hair. He began to yelp but the sounds from the bar muffled his 
words enough so that only the four of them could hear his pleas 
for mercy.  "Now it's time to show you how a bully really 
performs, punk; time to beat the living hell out of you!!!"  
The punk squirmed trying to get out of the painful grip of the 
6'5" muscle freak monster.  "No, Please!" Butch began to laugh 
and pulled back with his right arm and sent his fist smashing 
into the punk's face shattering his nose and causing it to 
immediately open with blood. The punk immediately held his broken 
nose with both hands and began to cry.  "Oh man, a fucking cry 
baby." The Bouncer turned and carefully looked at the girls; 
to his relief, they were smiling from ear to ear.  He could tell 
that they were going to enjoy this show of force and he began to 
smile.  One of them said, in the most deep and sadistic tone 
possible, "Kill the fucker." Butch overheard her comment, "Any 
special requests?"  The girl, who seemed to be the spokesperson 
for the two, thought for a second, then slowly smiled and stated, 
"Yeah, I wanna see you break his back." "No problem!" Butch said 
as he grabbed the punk's hair and pulled the face of his victim 
an inch away from his, "Ready to die muther fucker?"  The punk 
looked at this massive behemoth of a man standing over him with 
wide eyes of fear, "No, man, no!"  He could feel the tight grip 
of Butch's hand pulling his hair out from it's roots but the real 
pain had only just begun.  The punk pleaded with Butch and put 
his hands on Butch's mighty arms and shoulders as Butch's grip 
grew firmer and began to pull his hair from its roots.  "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!"

Butch then laid a full force punch into the guy's abs and 
the sound of stomach went "OOOMPfffff" as he crouched over.  
Butch took his massive right thigh and, while still holding 
the punk as he was bent over, slammed his knee into the guy's 
chest.  He then let the punk fall to the ground.  He fell to 
the ground holding his mid-section.  Butch turned and looked 
at the girls, "How do you like it so far?  Want me to stop?"  
The second girl replied, "Hell no.  Is that the best you can 
do?"  The Bouncer laughed which really upset Butch.  He 
picked the guy by the hair and then by the crotch and raised 
him high over his 6'5" frame and then slammed him with all 
of his might onto the concrete floor flat on his back.  The 
poor punk bounced once off the concrete and then came to a 
stop crying and moaning in pain, "Yeah!!!" and "Oh man!" came 
the sounds from the two girls as they witnessed their 
muscle-bound hero punishing the punk.

The punk lay on his back gasping for air which had been 
knocked out of him when he was slammed on the ground.  
Butch looked at his poor victim writhing in pain and gasping 
for air, still bleeding and in tears.  He got closer to the 
punk and then raised his huge leg up and then slammed it down 
on the abdomen of the punk.  It looked like someone had ran 
over a banana with a bicycle tire; both ends of the middle 
came right up!  

One of the other punks began to regain consciousness.  As his 
eyes focused, he saw Butch stomping on his friend and heard 
his friends cries of pain.  Seeing this, he panics and tries 
to get away but Bouncer quickly catches him by the collar.  
He pulls him back and slams his head into the brick wall.  
Again, he's out cold and falls to the ground.

Butch continued to play with his victim.  He picked the guy up 
by the back of the head and then grabbed his legs, picking him 
up over his head and resting the punk's back across his shoulders.  
He turned to the girls, "Hey girls, ever hear the sound of a 
back snapping in two sounds like?"  The girls both smiled, 
"Oh man!  Do it!"  "Yeah! Can we get closer?"  Butch just smiled 
at the thought of "fans" to watch him pulverize his victims.  

With the punk laying across his massive shoulders and his 
right hand across the face and neck and his left hand holding 
the legs firmly, be begins his thunderous back breaker.  He 
begins to bounce up and down giving momentum to his back 
breaker as he holds a firm grip.  "How's that feel punk?!" 
But the punk can only mutter sounds of excruciating pain 
muffled by the huge hand of his killer.  Butch stopped 
bouncing and stared dead on to the girls in front of him. 
He began to apply pressure on the back of his victim…slowly 
squeezing.  The girls could see Butch's huge muscles in his 
lats as he used them to bend the back of the punk further 
and further.  "AAAAIIEEEEEE!!!!" screamed the punk as the 
grin on Butch's face grew into a full smile.  Butch then 
closed his eyes - it was time to stop toying with the punk 
and break his spine in two.  He continued to apply steady 
pressure as his victim flailed on his back.  The girls watched 
with erotic interest as the sight of this massive muscular 
beast inflicted tremendous pain.  In only a few seconds, the 
sounds of his back snapping filled the alley and could be heard 
even over the noise from the bar.  Butch continued to pull and 
squeeze on his victim who's arms and legs were now flailing 
uncontrollably into the air…he opened his eyes and smiled saying, 
"Yeah!  I love that sound!" and with that, he let lose of his 
victim who flopped to the ground - still very much alive but in 
intense pain from his broken back.  The punk began pleading for 
help, "Please, no more!  Someone please help me!" But his pleas 
for help landed on sadistic ears who, instead, only wanted to 
see and inflict more pain.  Butch then straddled the punk who 
was on the ground face down, unable to move.  He squatted down 
and picked up the shoulders of the punk and placed his arms over 
his knees and then reached forward and grabbed the punk's chin 
in a traditional camel-clutch hold.  "Time to put you out of your 
misery, punk!" Butch said, determining that the punk had had 
enough - his eyes were nearly closed shut from the brutal pounding 
he had been given.  His nose and lips were bloody messes.  His back 
had been shattered.  Butch begins to pull the punk's head back 
"AAAAAAA!" the punk screams not realizing what is about to happen.  
Butch puts his left hand behind the and his right hand under the 
skull. He looks up at the Bouncer as if he were a student looking 
at his tutor, "This one's for you, big guy." The girls looked on 
in complete adoration of this Hercules as he quickly twisted the 
head causing the neck to snap!  Again, the crack could be heard 
throughout the alley. While still in the camel-clutch hold, Butch 
released the head and it plopped forward and dangled.  He then 
stood up and let the body flop onto the concrete alley.  The girls 
looked in awe of their muscle-bound hero.  He stands up and flexes 
and poses for the Bouncer showing his bulging biceps and muscular 
torso. The girls smile and are very pleased by the performance.

The Bouncer bends over and slaps one of the other two punks 
into consciousness again as the tallest punk is still out cold.  
The guy barely comes to and tries to focus his eyes on the scene 
in front of him.  The Bouncer grabs the guy by the hair and then 
pulls him up off the ground and throws him toward Butch.  Butch 
quickly raises his right leg and the guy's face goes into his 
boot - SLAM!  His lower body continues forward while his head 
comes to a dead stop against Butch's military boots.  The girls 
begin to laugh as this sadistic violence almost seems comical 
to them.  Butch then picks the punk up by the hair and then knees 
him in the torso.  He falls back to the ground holding on to his 
stomach.  Butch smiles at the girls, "Wanna watch me fuck him up?"  
The girls reply, almost in orgasm, "Oh yes!" Butch gladly obliges 
and grabs a clump of hair and picks him up.  Gives him a tremendous 
punch to the gut as the punk cries out, "Oh God!" A cruel smile 
appears on Butch's face, "I'm gonna love this! Gonna see how many 
bones I can break!"  He then leans him up against the brick wall 
and begins to power punch him in the stomach; with each blow 
landing squarely in the gut.  These aren't quick blows either - his 
fist always lands powerfully and waits for just a second before 
pulling back. Butch then steps back and gets into a martial arts 
stance.  He throws a couple of powerful kicks into the stomach 
as well each causing massive damage to the punk's internal organs.  
Blood begins to spew from his mouth.  "Please stop, please!" the 
punk cried as he fell onto his knees in front of the muscle-bound 
giant.  One of the girls wants to see a bear-hug, "Can you put 
him into a bearhug? I wanna hear his ribs crack."  The Bouncer 
interjects, "When Butch gives him a bear hug, you won't just 
hear them crack, you'll hear them break and grind into each other.  
But first, I wanna see him twist the legs out of their 
sockets - slowly and one at a time." The Bouncer turned to the 
girls, "He's got to learn how to drag out the punishments."  
Butch grabbed his victim and pulled him into the center of the 
alley.  He then, quickly turned and landed a fist squarely into 
the punk's cheekbone knocking him to the ground on his back and, 
momentarily, unconscious.  Methodically, Butch grabs the left 
ankle of the punk and begins to twist.  With the ankle firmly 
locked in his tight grip, he steps over the leg twisting it even 
further.  Instantly the punk is fully awake from the pain. 
"AAAAAHHHH!"  As he continues to twist the leg, he finds he has 
to step on him with one foot to prevent the punk from turning. 
He continues to turn the leg with his hands while one foot is 
braced on the punk's chest. "Twist it off!" demands the Bouncer.  
While still holding the punk down with one foot, he relentlessly 
begins twisting the leg, further and further, causing the punk 
to scream in agony, "AAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" The girls are in 
complete awe. Then, the cracking sound of his leg being twisted 
from it's him joint fills the air, "CRAAAAACK!" and is quickly 
followed by the loud scream of agonizing pain.  Fearing that 
it might be loud enough for someone to hear, even over the music 
from the club, the Bouncer gets down on the ground on his stomach 
and puts his huge hands over the bloodied mouth of the punk, acting 
as a muzzle.  From the ground, the Bouncer looks up to Butch, 
"Excellent!!!  Now twist off his other leg!  Man, you're doing great!"  

Butch, smiled that his work was acceptable to the master of pain 
and punishment.  He dropped the left leg which fell uncontrollably 
to the ground like a sack of potatoes.  The punk continued to 
scream even though his screams were now muffled.  Tears were 
streaming down his eyes. His hands reached up to grab the Bouncers 
massive forearms but that's all that they could do; they were no 
match against the Bouncer's massive strength.  Butch then picked 
up the right leg.  He began to twist the right leg with even more 
determination.  From the sidelines, the girls could be overheard 
saying, "Man, this is AWESOME!" Butch put his foot firmly on the 
skinny framed torso of the punk and began to twist even further.  
The punk's hands moved from the Bouncer's forearms to flailing 
wildly as the pain became intense and his screams went nowhere.  
The girls moved closer in so they would be sure not to miss anything.  
Butch looked down on his victim - without pity.  He re-gripped the 
leg so he could give it one final, leg breaking, twist.  Then, 
"CRAAAAAAACK!!!  SNAAAAP!!!" as the leg twisted out of its socket 
and snapped clean from the hips.  Again, reeling in pain put being 
held down by the Bouncer, the punk screams in agony. "Time to finish 
this one off, Butch." The Bouncer said, "Not much left of him."  
The Bouncer could tell that, even though there were plenty of bones 
yet to break, this punk would soon go into shock from the pain 
and killing him would not be nearly as much fun.  

Butch pulled the punk up from the ground and quickly put his 
massive arms around the skinny torso.  None of his ribs had 
yet been cracked or broken - but that was about to change.  
Butch brought the punk up close to him and immediately began 
to apply pressure.  The girls got real close and stood on 
either side of the massive muscle beast and his puny victim.  
The pain had become too much for the victim and Butch could 
see it in his eyes that he had begun to drift into semi-consciousness.  
Blood continued to drool from his mouth and now onto Butch's 
hairy massively muscular chest but that was certainly not a 
reason to stop the torture.  Butch begins to apply pressure on 
his victim who can be heard giving a faint whimper, "AAAA."  Butch 
slowly and methodically squeezes the guy.  One by one, the girls 
begin to hear the cracking and then breaking of ribs as they watch 
the blood begin to flow from the mouth of the victim preventing 
him from screaming any further. They put their hands on Butch's 
massive forearms and triceps and feel his muscles as he continues 
to crush his victim. Methodically, Butch loosens the hold and then 
tightens it up again. "CRAAAACK!!!  POP!!! CRAAAAACK!!! POP!!!  
CRAAAAACK!!! POP!!! CRAAAACK!!!" POP!!!  with each one, the blood 
came flowing faster out of his mouth, his eyes grew wide and then 
began to glaze over but the punishment continued as Butch lovingly 
continued to crush the remaining ribs, "CRAAAACK!!! POP!!! CRAAAACK!!! 
POP!!! CRAAAACK!!! POP!!!" and so on. Quietly, Butch feels as though 
it's over and says quietly and with great pleasure in his work, 
"Yeeeeeah." He releases his grip and the corpse slides through his 
arms leaving a trail of blood down the chest and muscular abs of 
Butch.  The girl's pussies are now dripping wet after watching and 
touching the massive arms of their hero.

"Now it's your turn," the lead girl says to the Bouncer.  The 
other girl chimes in, "Yeah, we wanna see what you can do."  
The Bouncer smiles and looks at Butch, "My turn little brother!"  
Butch smiles at the thought of watching his man in action.  
"Show me how it's done, Daddy.  Break some bones for me!"  He 
wastes no time in pulling the third tall punk off the ground.  He 
regains consciousness and looks around at the bloody corpses of his 
friends, "Oh my god!"  He looks around at the two muscle beasts and 
the two girls and demands to know, "What happened to my friends?!!!"  
The Bouncer grabs him by the collar and pulls him up close to his 
face, lifting him up off the ground, "You're gonna wish you got what 
they got, because I'm gonna grind you into the ground." The punk's 
eyes grow wide with fear as he realizes his minutes are almost up.  
"Look, man, I can score you guys the best "x" in town.  Hell, I can 
get anything you want! Man, you won't be sorry, Man." The Bouncer 
looks at him square in the eyes, "You know what I really want?"  
"What, man?  Name it and it's yours!"  "I want to hear your skull 
break open and the sound of your brains being squished out."  Now 
the punk's eyes REALLY go wide! "NO, MAN, NO!"  He turns to look 
at the others to see if this is some kind of joke or something, not 
fully believing that this is really happening, "Is this some kind 
of joke?  Are you guys all crazy?!!!"  The girls begin to giggle 
as Butch's grin turns into a smile. The lead girl demands, "Fuck 
'em up, Bouncer man!" 

Realizing that this wasn't a joke, the punk begins to squirm 
and then strikes the Bouncer across the face as hard as he 
could but his punch lands on the Bouncer's steel-like jaw and 
actually causes more pain to the knuckles than to the jaw. 
"Aw, Jesus!" the punk cries as he grabs his hand, no in pain.  

Holding on to the punk's collar with his right hand and 
grabbing the legs of the punk with his left hand, The Bouncer 
raises the punk's body into the air and over his.  The punk 
looks down at the concrete ground below and is almost frightened 
by the height.  The Bouncer then SLAMS the punk into the 
concrete ground with all his might causing the punk to bounce 
into the air.  The punk grabs his shoulders and arches his 
back as they feel as if they've been shattered, "OOOOOOOAAAAAWWWWW!" 
The Bouncer walks around his victim as if to survey the 
damage. On the ground, the punk is still writhing in pain not 
realizing how much more is yet to come. 

The Bouncer then bends over and picks up one of the legs of 
the punk.  "Are you gonna snap it off?" says one of the girls 
thinking the Bouncer was going to do what Butch did.  The Bouncer 
smiled and looked at her, "No…this is going to be more fun."  
He then bent over and picked up the other leg and stood up, 
holding both legs so they made a V shape.  He raised up his 
thickly muscled right leg; a leg so thick with muscle it must 
have weighed 100 pounds just by itself.  He raised it up high 
and then sent it, and his boot, powering down on the poor 
punk's groin smashing everything in it's path.  The punk let 
out a blood curdling scream "AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" which was quickly 
silenced by Butch who raced to the ground to cover the punks 
mouth with his hands. The Bouncer raised his leg up again and, 
again, sent his massive thigh powering into the groin area of 
the punk, smashing not only his balls but crushing the bones 
beneath them creating a loud "CRAAAACK!!!" followed by grinding 
noises as the Bouncer twisted his right leg grinding his boot 
further into the pelvis of the poor punk who was now screaming 
at the top of his lungs - but all of his screams were muffled 
by Butch who was smiling with great delight. Even the noise from 
the bar would not be able to drowned out his piercing cries of pain.  

The Bouncer let go of the left leg and wraps his right arm 
around the calf of the other.  Instead of twisting the leg 
off, he raises his right arm up and, with all the power of 
his huge shoulders, comes powering down on the leg snapping 
the knee and breaking the leg in two "CRAAAACK!!!".  Again, 
the punk screams but his screams are muffled.  The girls hear 
the breaking of the leg and are in complete awe. They love it.  
The bouncer now holds the end of his leg in his right hand and 
begins to twist it even though it is now broken at he knee 
joint causing the punk's pain to multiply!!!  As he twists and 
turns the leg, the girls can see the look in the Bouncer's 
sadistic eyes.  They can see that he is truly enjoying tormenting 
this punk - he even starts to let out a sadistic laugh. 

He then releases the leg and bends over and pulls the punk 
up by the hair.  The punk can  barely stand on his one leg 
but that doesn't really matter since the power of the Bouncer 
holds him up like a rag doll.  "Hold 'em up for me," he orders 
to Butch.  From behind, Butch grabs the arms of the punk and 
hold him up.  The punk is breathing hard and crying in pain.  
Butch has to hold him up so Bouncer can pound away.  The Bouncer 
begins to pound away at his abs and chest. Each one landing 
firmly and deeply - so hard that with each one, Butch has to 
regain his stance. "Harder man!" Butch demands.  The Bouncer 
smiles at the blood-lust coming from his partner. He continues 
to POUND away at the abs and chest of the punk.  He stops for a 
second and looks at the jaw, "Hey, girls, watch this." He begins 
to POUND at the jaw of the punk with his bare knuckles.  The 
girls can hear the shattering of the jaw as the back of the head 
of the punk bounces off of Butch's muscular hairy chest.  His 
face is now a bloody mess. The Bouncer stops the pounding and 
stands back for a moment.  The head of the punk just droops down 
with blood flowing out…then, his teeth come dropping out, one at 
a time!  The girls are beside themselves with joy.  

The Bouncer then grabs the still, but barely, conscious punk 
away from Butch by the hair.  He takes his body and raises him 
into the air again but instead of slamming him down to the 
ground, he drops down on one knee and SLAMMS the punks back 
squarely into it "SNAAAAAP!!!" Without letting go or standing 
up, he raises him back up into the air and SLAMMS him down 
again, just for the fun of it.  He then releases the punk from 
his grasp and he flops onto the ground.  The punk can barely 
make noise now, his lungs are filled with blood.  As the Bouncer 
stands up, he can tell that the punk is nearly finished.  He sees 
his arms just shaking…as well as the rest of his body.  "Time to 
finish this one off," he says as he picks him up by the hair.  
He puts the punk's head in between his thighs; high up on his 
thighs so that the back of his head is resting against the Bouncer's 
balls. He tells the girls, "Come around back so you can watch." 
And they do.  Butch moves forward toward the Bouncer and straddles 
what's left of the punk's skinny body. The Bouncer and Butch get 
very close; so close that they begin to embrace and then kiss.  
The Bouncer slowly puts pressure on the skull and squeezes with 
his thighs.  The girls are totally enthralled by this and begin 
to rub his massive and muscular thighs.  The Bouncer and Butch 
are now into deep thralls of kissing, holding each other tightly 
as the Bouncer's tongue goes deep into Butch's mouth.  Finally, 
the girls hear the skull crack "CRAAAACK!!!"….then, almost 
instantly, the muscular thighs seem to smash together as the 
skull breaks and crumbles causing the brains of the punk to come 
oozing out. The girls, realizing that they've had blood squirted 
on them from being so close, decide to back up a bit.  Then, 
they see the two muscle freaks completely engrossed in each other 
while the punk's corpse still remains attached to the Bouncer's 
thighs.  "We'd better get out of here," she says to her friend, 
not wanting to become one of the corpses herself.  The girls make 
a mad dash for the exit of the alley when the leader stops.  Turns 
around and walks back a few steps.  "If you guys ever want an audience 
again, let us know."  Bouncer smiles and says, "Be here at the bar 
tomorrow at 1:00. We're going to TJ for more fun."