No One Can Stop Me
pete

I look down at the guy standing in front of me. He has his shirt 
of, and his tanned skin gleams with a light covering of sweat. His 
vascularity is quite impressive, particularly on his arms were a 
thick vein snakes across his bicep. His traps rise several inches 
above his wide shoulders. His thick pecs glisten. I trace a small 
bead of sweat which runs down the crevice between then, then on down 
between the twitching abdominal. His large brown eyes look up at me 
his face set in an expression of fear. At around 6'2'' he is nearly a 
foot shorter than me. I smile at him and reach out placing my hands 
under his arms, then lift. He feels incredibly light to me, probably 
weighs around 120Kg (260lbs) I guess. His feet start to kick. I stare 
straight into his eyes, then I start to squeeze my hands. I feel the 
muscle of his shoulders start to move aside, he screams and struggles 
more violently. I squeeze harder. I can feel the bone starting to move, 
the shoulder joint beginning to pull apart, his huge shoulder beginning 
to collapse giving way to nothing more than my slightest grip. A ripping 
sound. His screaming intensifies. I want him to put up a fight so I let 
him go. He falls to the floor, gasping. 

He tries to crawl away. I grab his ankle. He is wearing shorts and I 
admire the sweep of the quadriceps as it arches up to his groin. A huge 
bunch of muscle surrounding and supporting the knee. This guy has been 
squatting some serious weight. I toss him onto his front still holding 
his ankle, then lie down next to him. I place my elbow on the floor, 
still keeping hold of his ankle. His knee bent at 90 degrees his lower 
leg pointing straight up. 

``Straiten your leg, and I will let you go'' 

He doesn't need telling twice. His quads leap into fine definition, 
striations covering his fine soft skin and slowly his leg starts to 
straighten, his leg muscling my arm down. His leg is nearly straight. 
I apply a little pressure and the motion stops. I feel him increase the 
pressure, but it does him no good. A leg that squats way over 100Kg, held 
in place by my arm. My prick starts to harden and I feel it pushing up past 
my abbs. 

I apply a little more pressure and he grunts as his leg is slowly pushed 
back to the vertical position, a little more power and I can feel the knee 
starting to move side ways, the supporting muscle beginning to break down. 
Applying full power and a slight twist I slam the leg flat against the 
concrete of the floor, the knee snapping, the huge power-lifter muscles 
of his leg ripping free of the bone. His scream echoes down the empty alley way. 

I flip him onto his front. His broken leg, flapping to the side, causes him 
to scream once again. I gently rub my hand across his chest feeling the hot 
hard muscle, then down to the abdominals, full and hard. Then on down to his 
smooth thigh. I stop and start to dig my fingers into his quad, he screams 
and shakes. I can feel my finger sliding between the layers of muscle, the 
muscle twitching and contracting around my fingers. 

I stand and pick him up, rapping my arms around his upper body. Slowly I 
start to squeeze, not front to back but side to side. He begins to hit at 
me his large tight biceps bunching up with the effort of each blow. I hardly 
feel them. I can feel his chest starting to bow out towards me as his rids 
are slowly driven in. I feel his breath blow across my cheek as he once more 
starts to scream, begging for help. I feel a sudden jolt, a loss of resistance 
as the first of his ribs breaks under the strain, Then suddenly his chest leaps 
forward as his pecks give way, ripping clean off their attachment to the sternum. 
The sternum in turn with no support cracks for its full length. I smile into his 
face, and bringing my lips to his kiss his handsome face. I realize that I can 
feel his hard cock resting against my abbs. Contracting them, I pinch his cock 
in the valley that runs between them, then gently contracting them in waves, 
begin to massage his cock. The feeling must be incredible because he comes almost 
instantaneously. As his dick throbs I stop the massage and contract my abbs hard. 
His prick caught between then is crushed flat. The blood vessels rupture and blood 
begins to poor from his shredded dick. 

Time to end this. I let him slip down a little till his head is level with 
my pecks.With one hand I hold the side of his head against the huge slabs of 
muscle. I start to contract my pecs. His head begins to distend. I can feel 
the movement of skull plates under my fingers, my huge hand covering half his 
head. He is gurgling now, a soft low moan. With a jolt, I contract my pecks 
fully and his head is gone. His huge body hits the floor with a thud. No one 
can stop me now....no one.