Road Rage

DISCLAIMER: If you are offended by extremely violent and graphic sexual narrative detailing 
the total destruction of two men, do not read on.  Note: This is not directed against 
bikers - these two just were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Could have been anyone!

One evening, a very large young musclebeast was driving his big, beat up old pickup truck 
back from the gym after a great workout.  He was pumped and ready for action.  He decided 
to take a back road home, take a shower, and then go out and find some ass to fuck.  It 
would be great to go out and smash some skulls and work some guys over.  The best way to 
have fun and relax was to snuff a few punks and get a piece of ass in the process.

Lost in thought, the big stud suddenly glanced into his rearview mirror and saw the headlight 
of a motorcycle right on his tailgate.  "Fucker," snarled the beast.  The asshole motorcyclist 
rode his ass for about a half a mile, flashing his lights.  The musclebeast refused to pull over 
to let him pass, so at the next passing zone the biker whipped around and sped by the truck, flipping 
him the finger as he flew by.

"Motherfucker," growled the musclebeast.  Even though his truck had plenty of power, there was 
no way he could catch up to the motorcycle punk to level him.  That biker was just lucky he 
could get away - the beast reckoned he was probably the only guy who had ever crossed him who 
did escape alive.  Anyone else who had ever fucked with him in any way was no longer around to 
tell about it, and the payback was always brutal and immediate.

After another few miles, though, the musclebeast came around a curve in the road and much to his 
delight saw the biker parked at the side of the deserted highway, leaning over and inspecting 
the motorcycle.  It appeared the bike had broken down and he had stopped to check out the problem.  
The beast laughed out loud, knowing what was going to happen next.  His big hand reached instinctively 
down to the massive, hardening bulge in his tight shorts and stroked it fondly.  His cock continued 
to swell as he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped short just shy of smashing the punk 
and his broken down bike.  He wanted to smash the kid with his huge muscles, not with his truck.

The musclebeast reached for his studded gloves and took his time getting out of the truck - there 
was no hurry, because there was no question about what was about to occur. There would be absolutely 
no contest: he was much bigger, heavier, faster and stronger than this biker boy, and he was going 
to kick the punk's ass. The kid had no chance in hell, so the musclebeast could savor every minute 
of torture he inflicted.  He slammed the door to the cab and strode casually towards his victim.

The biker, Ricky, was crouched down by his bike, and looked up at the bouncer as he approached.  
Ricky was a smart-mouthed blond punk who had seen his share of fights.  He had an attitude, but 
could usually back it up with his fists, and being something of a bully, he liked to pick fights 
against smaller guys.  He was about 6 feet tall, good-looking and broad-shouldered, and had a lean, 
nicely sculpted 180-pound body which he kept in shape by working construction jobs when he felt like 
it.  The rest of the time he hung out in bars and got in trouble.

Despite his macho attitude, as he looked at the huge, pissed-off musclemonster walking towards him, 
Ricky felt a deep fear in the pit of his stomach.  This guy weighed at least twice as much as he did 
and looked like he was about a foot taller.  His arms, which exploded out of his tight tank top. were 
bigger than Ricky's thighs and almost as big as his waist.  What's more, the guy wasn't soft.  Ricky 
had kicked the asses of one or two big fat guys before, but this guy was solid muscle.  Ricky figured, 
correctly, that he could get seriously fucked up by this dominant young muscle monster.  He just didn't 
realize that shortly he would cease to exist and that there wouldn't be much left of him.

The big male walked calmly towards the punk kid, pulling on his studded gloves slowly and deliberately.  
"I don't want any trouble, man!" yelped the biker punk.  "Don't fuck with me!  I got friends bigger than 
you waitin for me at home!"  "Nobody is bigger than me," said the beast with certainty, moving closer.  
The kid tried to stand up and move backwards at the same time, lost his balance and fell over, landing 
on his small, muscular ass in the dirt at the side of the road.  "I swear, man!  My friend will fuck you 
up!  If I don't show up he's gonna come looking for me!"  The musclebeast chuckled and swiftly closed in 
on his terrified victim.  "Get the fuck away from me!" screamed the punk, his eyes widening in terror.  
The enormous male reached down and said, "Let me give you a hand."  His huge fist grabbed the punk's throat 
and squeezed, and he lifted the kid up with one arm until their faces were level. Ricky's eyes bulged and 
his face turned red, then purple.  His hands shot up to the beast's thick wrist and clawed at it desperately, 
trying to dislodge it and stop the torture, but he could not even pry one of the thick fingers off his throat.  
The big man maintained a steady, even pressure on his victim's throat.  His entire arm bulged with the tension 
of holding the 180-pounder aloft, its large veins like snakes writhing and throbbing along its thickly muscled 
length.  Ricky began gasping for air, his whole body squirming and thrashing helplessly in the steel grip of 
his attacker. His feet, which were a foot off the ground, flailed in the air.  The musclebeast snickered.

After a minute he flung the loser to the ground about seven or eight feet away, where the throttled punk 
landed in a heap, choking and coughing and holding his mashed, bruised throat with one hand.  The enormous 
musclebeast took a few steps towards the punk, who raised one hand as if to try to ward off the assault.  
The beast laughed at this feeble gesture and gave the doomed punk a powerful kick with his sturdy size 14 
boot, sending the young man flying another six feet into the dusty roadside, moaning and gasping.

The beast stood and waited for a few minutes until Ricky's choking and coughing eased up and the punk 
raised himself slowly to his feet.  "You stay away from me, man!" Ricky croaked, holding up one hand as 
he backed away from the beast.  "Stay the fuck away!"

"Turn around and start running," ordered the musclebeast.  Ricky scrambled up and began running clumsily 
away, looking back over his shoulder and screaming at the musclebeast, "Stay there!"

The musclebeast chuckled and gave Ricky a head start of about a half a minute, then quickly dropped down 
into a three point football stance and bolted after his prey.  In high school and college, the musclebeast 
had enjoyed playing football, tackling and squashing the smaller guys, but the "accidental" crushing death 
of one of his teammates during a scrimmage ended his chances for a pro career.  Still, the beast loved 
aggressively tackling his victims football-style and did it every chance he could.  In less than 20 seconds 
he caught up to Ricky and hit him with the force of a locomotive.  Ricky would have gone flying if the 
enormous musclebeast had not wrapped him up as he tackled him, landing full force on top of him.  Ricky 
was immediately knocked unconscious.  The beast got to his feet and, pulling Ricky up by his collar, 
began backhanding him repeatedly in the face to waken him.  As Ricky's eyes fluttered open, the dominant 
beast flung him again to the ground.

The musclebeast felt a surge in his massive cock, which was imprisoned in tight spandex workout shorts but 
was beginning to force its way out as it grew incredibly large and thick.  The feeling of power he had was 
so intense he had to act on it immediately.  He had to totally destroy this kid. He walked up to where the 
punk lay writhing in pain and puking on the ground, and with the toe of one boot pushed him back and laid him 
flat on his back on the ground.  He brought one foot down - smash! on Ricky's face, then stood over him with 
his foot on the kid's chest and looked down at his victim.  Still coughing, Ricky spit out a couple of teeth 
and a great deal of blood and weakly gasped, "Fuck you."  They were his last words.

The musclebeast stomped his foot down on Ricky's chest abruptly, hearing a muffled crack as he did so.  He 
grinned at the sound, then kneeled down over Ricky, straddling him, and held his lithe, lean body between 
huge, heavily muscled thighs.  Without warning, he smashed his powerful fist into the kid's face twice in 
rapid succession, breaking his nose in a different place each time.  Ricky moaned weakly and his left eye 
began to swell shut.  His face was covered with blood, vomit and dirt.  The beast smashed his face again 
with another roundhouse right, then grabbed him by the hair and pulled him roughly to his feet.

Holding Ricky by the hair on the back of his head, the beast unfastened the kid's jeans and ripped them down 
with one hand, then tossed the punk back on the ground as he pulled his shorts down over his big beefy bubble 
butt with some difficulty.  The musclebeast's enormous cock stood out at attention, fully erect and ready to 
fuck hard.  He drew up a big load of spit from deep in his throat and slathered it over the monstrous piece 
of meat, then straddled his victim again.  He covered Ricky's entire face with one huge paw from behind while 
pinning him effortlessly to the ground with the other.  The big male then used his massive thigh muscles to 
pry the helpless piece of shit's legs apart to gain entry to his tight virgin hole.  His now slick cock found 
the point of entry and, without hesitation, he drove forward hard as the punk kid underneath him screamed in 
agony.  With one prolonged, powerful thrust, the musclebeast sank his entire huge cock into the punk's 
unbelievably tight ass and held it firmly in place as Ricky cried and screamed and squirmed, trying desperately 
and futilely to crawl forward to escape the enormous invader.  His struggling aroused the beast even more and 
he pulled the kid up onto his knees to get better leverage for a full out power fuck.  With Ricky on bruised 
and bloody hands and knees beneath him, the massive animal pounded his ass hard, periodically slapping the back 
of his head or bringing a huge fist down on his already beaten back.  There was nothing the beast enjoyed better 
than fucking the living shit out of someone, which is exactly what he was doing to Ricky.  Ricky's small ass 
and internal organs were not designed to withstand this type of punishment, and soon blood began to pool 
underneath him on the ground as the huge bruiser tore his insides apart.

After about 15 minutes of a hard-driving fuck, with Ricky still impaled on his enormous cock, the musclebeast 
stood up.  He had decided how he wanted to snuff the punk, and he wanted to do it right now. He pulled Ricky 
tightly against him and again shoved his long, thick penis all the way up the punk's ass, enjoying the 
immediate scream of pain it engendered.  Then, in an explosive movement, the beast threw himself forward 
to the ground, using Ricky's body to break his fall.  The force of the rock hard 385 pound body landing on 
top of Ricky drove both of them about two feet forward in the dirt and gravel, scraping off the left side 
of Ricky's face and much of the skin on his chest. The force of the enormous weight of muscle unloading on 
Ricky instantly crushed his sternum, broke several more of his ribs, and fractured two of his vertebrae.  
The beast kept fucking him, pressing him into the ground with his full weight, and grinding him into the dirt 
as blood began to pour out of Ricky's mouth and nose.  After a couple of minutes, the huge male pulled the 
punk up and, with a loud satisfied grunt of pleasure, again drove him into the dirt with his full bodyweight, 
this time breaking his back in two new places, pulverizing his collarbone, hips and pelvis, and smashing his 
remaining intact ribs.  Ricky's face was also smashed flat and covered with blood and dirt, and at this point 
was completely unrecognizable as a face.

"YEAH!  Fuck, yeah!" grunted the musclebeast as he pounded his victim to death.  He spent the next thirty minutes 
lying on top of Ricky, relentlessly powerfucking what was left of the boy into the dirt, pausing every couple of 
minutes either to smash the kid's face into the ground, or to lift himself up off the punk, then slam forcefully 
down on him, or to slap the back of his head.  With the full weight of the beast on top of him, Ricky was 
completely immobilized and unable to breathe, although by this time he was barely alive anyway.  Each time 
the powerful male slammed down on the unfortunate kid, more blood and matter were forced out of the punk.  
The huge young beast had never been so turned on.  He was intent on destroying this piece of trash. He 
concentrated on grinding his prey into mush, brutally squashing him with his heavy, muscular body and turning 
him from a lean, tightly muscled boy into a soft, squishy mass of bruised, bloody flesh and pieces of bone.  
Wounds opened in Ricky's abdomen and belly, causing his bodily fluids and organs to squish out onto the ground. 
The beast's  thick, muscular hips rapidly pistoned back and forth and his huge glutes flexed and unflexed with 
each devastating fuck stroke.  He was a massive male animal driven by lust, completely out of control.  When he 
realized his victim was no longer moaning, but that he was fucking a lifeless sack of skin and broken bones, he 
pulled his huge cock out of the punk's dead ass and shot his gigantic load on what was left of his prey.  It was 
the first time he had literally fucked someone to death.  He stood over Ricky after coming, panting hard from the 
exertion of the kill, sweat dripping off his face, powerful shoulders and chest.

He looked around and, seeing the bridge about 500 yards down the road, got an idea that excited him.  He 
went to his truck and got some rope, then strode heavily back off the road into the dirt, where what was 
left of Ricky did not even look like a body.  It was flattened into the ground and so caked with blood, 
puke and dirt that it more closely resembled something one would find in the trash bin at a stockyard.  
Most of Ricky's once well-built 180 pound body had been pulverized, mashed to a thickness of about an inch.  
The big male surveyed his work with pleasure: although he always completely wiped out his victims, he had 
never been so thorough as he had with Ricky. There was quite literally very little left of him except for 
his legs and a partially smashed head. Thinking back to how he had completely dominated and wiped out the punk, 
the young beast's big cock swelled again with excitement even though he had just come a couple of moments before.  
He wanted to snuff more punks in this same way.  He wanted to snuff all future punks this way.  He wanted to smash 
two or three punks at the same time this way. There was no one as powerful, as massive, as muscular, as aggressive, 
or as dominant.  The big beast took a few moments to flex and admire himself in the side view mirror of his truck, 
breathing heavily and finishing the impromptu posing session with a double biceps pose and a deep, "Yeaaahhhh."

Then he picked up the dead punk's legs and dragged them over to his motorcycle and, using the rope, lashed 
them to the bike.  With a tremendous grunt, the huge man loaded the 650 pound motorcycle, packed with what 
was now only about 50 pounds of Ricky, into the back of his truck.

The beast drove slowly down the road and stopped on the bridge.  He got out and looked into the dark water 
below.  He got back into the big truck and backed it up until the open tailgate was positioned at the edge 
of the bridge.  Then he climbed into the bed of the truck and squatted down behind the motorcycle.

Just as he was preparing to heave the motorcycle and the dead punk into the river, he heard the sound of another 
motorcycle rapidly approaching.  He stood up and gazed down as a big biker on a Harley pulled up.  "Good," said 
the musclebeast to himself, "another little friend to join the party."  The big man on the bike killed the engine 
and dismounted.  "Hey man, what's goin on here?" he shouted up to the bouncer.  "You got some trouble?"  Then he 
got close enough to the truck to see the cargo this huge fucker was unloading.  "Holy shit!" he yelled.  "What 
the fuck!  What the fuck did you do to Ricky?" he screamed at the giant male as he gazed at the horrifying scene 
in the truck.

"He had a little accident, just like you're about to," replied the musclebeast quickly.  He had assessed the 
big biker as he approached the truck and knew his size would make him more difficult to take out.  The man was 
about 6'6" and powerfully built, and the musclebeast figured him at about 280 or 290 pounds.  He was slightly 
tired after all the fun he'd had with Ricky and decided to quickly wipe out the big jerk so he could go home 
and get some sleep.

No one ever expected a musclebeast as huge as he was to move as quickly as he did, and it was this element of 
surprise that proved fatal to the big biker.  "You motherfucker! I'll kill you!" he yelled, rushing towards the 
truck.  "Fuck you," growled the beast, and in one swift motion he reached down and grabbed the huge man by the 
hair and hauled him up into the bed, where he overpowered him and swiftly and decisively put him down onto the 
floor of the bed.  The big man struggled but his fate was sealed: the beast picked up him and powerslammed him 
against the bike, breaking his back with a loud crack.  "AAAAAAAGH!" screamed the biker.  "You asshole!"  The 
beast moved quickly again, grabbed the man by the back of the hair and smashed his face into the spokes of one 
of the bike's wheels; the unconscious biker slumped to the floor of the bed, breathing heavily.  The whole truck 
rocked violently with the exertion of the muscular beast expertly and rapidly snuffing the punk.  Before the 
biker could launch a counter attack, the bigger male reached down, grabbed both sides of his head with his huge 
hands, and twisted it sharply to the left, breaking the guy's thick neck easily.  Then he shoved the man heavily 
to the floor of the bed.  He had snuffed a 280 pound guy in less than 30 seconds, and right before that, he had 
completely annihilated another dude.  The beast flexed both biceps, then reached down and slowly stroked his 
monster cock.  "Yeah!"

"Damn, now I need some more rope," swore the studly beast.  He jumped down from the bed of the truck and on 
his way to the cab of the truck checked out the big biker's motorcycle.  It was an expensive model in good 
condition and he figured it would bring some good money on the black market. Hoisting the second biker's 
heavy body on one broad shoulder, he hefted it over the first punk and tied them both to Ricky's motorcycle.  
This was going to be a very large load to get rid of but well within the capability of the massive musclebeast's 
amazing strength.

With enormous effort, and with every muscle in his huge ass and broad back straining, the stud grunted 
loudly: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" as he heaved the bike and over 400 pounds of dead punk into the river below, 
where they landed with a big splash.