PHYSICAL EDUCATION Teenage Destroyers-Part 5 Nick despised 7th period gym class. It filled him with disgust and boredom, to be an 18-year old muscle god, 280 pounds of power, told to “play nice” in a gymnasium filled with delicate weaklings. He would snort with contempt as he watched the other boys run around in their sleeveless shirts, their limbs thin as spaghetti strands flopping clumsily around. They’d flex their stringy biceps, congratulate each other on their pathetic “athleticism”, and would break into a sweat merely by doing a single pull-up. Nick bounded out of the locker-room and into the gymnasium. All the other boys went quiet as he began to strip off his sweatshirt. The sweatshirt slid over the smooth ridges of his sculptured abs and the fabric snagged a little on the ridge of his swollen pecs. Then as he pulled it over his head, he raised his arms up, allowing his thick lats to flare out like a cobra and pumped his pecs out even further. He pulled the shirt away from his arms, and tensed his triceps, the detailed muscle striations pressing hard against the skin. Nick rolled the shirt into a ball and tossed it casually by the wayside, and just stood there, deep within himself, absorbed in admiration of his own body; stretching his powerful arms behind his head and letting his biceps ball up nice and tight. He then slowly stretched his torso forward so the thick layers of abdominal muscle bunched up and the expansive slabs of muscle that covered his back was exposed for the envy of all the view. He’d grinned to himself, muttering “yeah…“ as his hands lovingly caressed his calves, flexing and squeezing the teardrop-shaped protrusions, then shaking his thick beefy thighs. The other boys started talking amongst themselves in little groups, pretending not to notice the flexing stud, but Nick knew they were stealing glances at him, knew they were uncomfortable with a combination of jealousy, fear and shame at their own weakness. Nick was the same age as most of them, but they were not his peers. They knew their girlfriends would dump them in a heartbeat just for the opportunity to greedily molest that body and to feel Nick’s powerhouse cock penetrate deep inside them. They knew Nick’s muscle wasn’t just for show, they sensed the power and strength in that body, They knew those thighs could crush their skulls with the subtlest application of pressure, and sensed by the smug smile he perpetually wore, that he lusted to use that devastating power against anyone he chose. “Woah Nick!” someone said. Nick turned around. It was Josh. His mere existence, that fact that his heart continued to beat, irritated Nick. Josh was a walking pencil, but because his low body fat accentuated the shape of his stringy muscles, he boasted about being “ripped”. He was always pulling up his shirt, and scrunching up his abs, the only part of his body he worked. Whenever Nick witnessed Josh show off his “abs“ for the girls, Nick’s fingers would curl into a fist, and he would fantasize about pummeling that gut until it hemorrhaged. “Shit bro!” Josh tapped Nick’s shoulder. “Your really ripped! You better watch out though! I’m catching up to you!” Josh cackled to himself, “So, what’s your bench dude?” Nick breathed deeply, and looked to the side, unable to bear the sight of this weakling, “More than you can or ever will, Josh.” Nick rolled his eyes and sighed impatiently. “What do you want, Josh?” “Oh just nothing man, I just…” Nick stretched out his arms, letting his triceps, as freakily enormous as his bis, stretch out. Josh’s face went red and he shrugged embarrassedly, “It’s just I’m trying to work on my abs, and I was wondering if you might have some tips…” “Just your abs?” Nick looked up and snorted. “Well yeah, I-” “Your worthless…go away.“ “But I…“ “Get the fuck away from me you goddamn pretty boy before I throw you into the wall!” Josh threw up his hands, tried to look tough a moment, then walked away, then muttered “asshole.” Nick looked up at Josh’s backside as he walked away, then smirked to himself and cracked his knuckles. Nick his thighs exploded and he tackled Josh, slamming him painfully against the wall. “OW!!“ Josh yelped as he slid to the ground, cradling the hurt shoulder. His buddies, Pete and Craig came over to help him. “You okay Josh?” Pete asked. A whistle blew and everyone quieted. “Alright, what the hell is going on here!?“ and mean, tough voice demanded. Mr. Bower, the gym coach pushed his way past the crowd. Nick studied the man. Although Bower was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, there was no doubt he was impressively built. No clothing could conceal muscle that thick. The strong fabric was easily stretched over the man’s mountainous traps and pulled tight across the strapping width of his chest. Very impressive for a man in his forties. Nick had heard he served in the USMC, been in Kuwait, made some headway in the Corps, before leaving. He had competed in bodybuilding competitions nationally and had some success, as evidenced by the large trophy kept in his office, before pursuing a career in physical education. “What the hell Josh? Did you trip over your own feet again?” Bower shouted down. “This asshole tackled me!” Josh cried. Nick shrugged his shoulders, “Sorry, he was standing in my way. I just gave him a little push and he fell down. I didn’t know he was so dainty!” All the other boys broke into laughter and Josh’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “Knock it off!” Bower barked, “All right, I’m tired of you guys’ bullshit. You, you, you and you-see me after class.” Craig began to plead, “But we didn’t do anything!” “One more word and it’ll be a suspension!” Bower declared and walked away. Nick smirked at Josh, folded his colossal arms and started to move threateningly towards the punk. The pain in his shoulder still fresh, Josh scampered away. Nick couldn’t wait for the end of class. He had “plans” for Josh and his buddies. Today was volleyball day, and Nick behaved himself throughout, gently serving the ball in a manner that would not break anyone’s wrists. Nick glared menacingly at Josh through the nylon grid of the volleyball net. Nick’s cock quickly began to flood with hot blood, as he thought about pounding his fists into the bodies of all the boys around him. His fresh, hungry hardon filling out the insides of his gymshorts and pressing warmly against his lower belly. He brought his hands together, interlocked his fingers, cracked his knuckles, and fantasized the popping sound was the crack of necks. Bower finally blew his whistle and the boys rushed to the locker-room. Bower was in his adjacent office and seated at his desk. Nick took his time showering, calculatedly waiting for all the other students to depart and only he, Josh and his buddies remained, before he entered Bower’s office. Still shirtless, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, the awesome bulk of his body filling the doorframe, Nick sauntered into the office, tossed the bag to the floor, and started to put his sweatshirt on. “No wait.” Bower held up his hand, leaned back in his chair. He slowly let his eyes survey Nick’s chest, then smiled “Jesus…18 years old! You‘re huge man!” “It’s looks likes you’ve been hitting the weights pretty hard too, Mr. Bower! I see you got a couple of trophies over there.” “Ah!” Bower waved hand dismissively, “That was a long time ago.” Josh, Pete and Craig, entered the office, moving to one side, instinctively moving out of Nick’s reach. “So what’s going on here?” Bower’s face assumed authority again. “Why do you ladies keep interrupting my gym class with your dumb bullshit?” “This freak attacked me!” Josh cried. “Yeah, we didn’t do nothing.” Craig chimed in. Nick turned and moved in real close to Josh’s face. “Oh yes you did. Your problem is your heart is still beating. Your problem is your worthless ass is still waking this earth. You’re lucky if I only shove you into a wall and hurt your little arm.” Nick pressed his face against Josh’s face and stared unblinkingly into the nervous eyes. “That’s only one fifth of what I could do to you or…” He raised his arms and placed them forward over Josh’s shoulders, the bulbous biceps pressing against the clavicle bone. “or what I want to do.” Bower felt an awakening in his own cock. Bower was turned on by the immense power Nick exuded, an enthralling combination of physical muscle driven by testosterone and a dominating mental stance. Bower knew Nick was serious, that the tone of his voice implied the lethalness of his physique. Even as he stood still, Nick’s body suggested explosiveness. Bower’s cock stiffened even more rapidly, when he realized Josh was shaking. “I hear you killed a kid on the football field, huh?” Bower asked.. “Uh huh.” Nick’s removed his arms and Josh exhaled in relief. Nick swaggered over to Bower and placed his hands on his hips. “I broke his fuckin’ neck.” “Accident huh?” “Nope.” Nick shook his head slowly, “Bitch had no business playing football. I think of it as good offense. Anyway, one less pussyboy in my way.” “Yeeaah…” Bower quietly drawled. “I saw you after the game…”, Bower’s eyes lowered, his gaze sweeping down the muscular peaks and valleys of Nick’s body, across his abs, around the deep, smooth grooves of the hip flexors that submerged tantalizingly beneath the gray sweat-shorts, which housed Nick’s cock and balls, the bulk of it pushing the fabric outward in an impressive bulge. “…saw you in the showers jacking that he-man dick of yours.” Nick smiled and shrugged his massive shoulders, “Can’t help it Mr. B. When I get my hands on some delicate pussyboy I use my body to do what it’s made for…making bones go snap. When I hear that sound I get so fucking hard, Mr. B. If some poor fuck had walked into that shower I would’ve snuffed ’em too, right then and there, would’ve cum on their fucking corpse.” Bower grinned. “Oh yeah? That would be risky. You don’t think you’d get caught?” Nick folded his arms, his biceps ballooning out. “No way Mr. B. I think you would’ve helped me clean up the mess.” Kurtz smiled and shook his head, a malicious gleam in his eyes. “You know when I was in Kuwait…” Kurtz’s eyes turned wistful, “The shit we used to pull. They’re were a bunch of us, Matt and Jordan, now they were fucking huge, man, fucking muscle-freaks. They always gave us Marines plenty of weights to throw around. The three of us would pound those weights for hours, always trying to out-lift and out-flex each other. We’d get pumped and then be all ready for some fun. Big-Matt was assigned perimeter duty and we’d sneak out at night, creep over to one of those raggedy-ass villages. We’d find us some boys, usually on the side of a dirt road herding sheep, shit like that. Big-Matt would just throw them over those freaky shoulders of his and carry them off kicking and crying into the desert. That crazy fucker Jordan though, he couldn’t wait. Sometimes he’d start kicking the crap out of them and snuff ‘em right there! Yes sir, we’d have ourselves a regular fuck and snuff fest every other night.” Bower nodded his head, lost in his memories, “You haven‘t felt power till you‘ve felt bone break in the palm of your hands. God I miss that sound.” Josh looked tense and chuckled nervously, “You’re joking right?” The look in Bower’s eyes terrified him, and he realized that the coach’s hand was stroking the meaty bulge in his sweatpants. Nick’s arm swung through the air and impacted on Josh’s gut, sending the punk flying into the Plexiglas partition. “Oh shit” Craig screamed as Nick’s hulking body tackled both him and Pete, their small bodies colliding with the wall. Nick jumped in front of Bower. “Now’s your chance Mr. B. Semper Fucking Fi! Woo-Hoo!” Bower leapt out of his chair, excited that he was once again, after so many years of aching for it, was about to enjoy the pleasures of muscle and death. Nick bolted out into the locker-room, confirming it was emptied and locking the door, ensuring they had a “private-show” on their hands. Pete tried to flee from the office but Bower’s elbow broke his nose in one swift motion, and the boy landed hard on his ass, smacking his head against the floor and cracking a tile. “Oww!” Pete shouted, then sat up and began to cradle his hurt head. Craig lay sprawled out on the floor, unmoving. Nick was in the process of tying Josh to the desk chair with a pair of jump ropes. “Go ahead.” Nick nodded, “Pete is all yours!” Bower pulled off his sweatshirt, and tossed it to the ground. He was an two inches shorter than Nick, but his frame was packed with solid muscle. A dense layer of black hair coated his thick cleavage and the hardness of his abdominal obliques. Each shredded, bowling ball-sized deltoids bore two tattoos, the USMC insignia on one, the words “Semper Fi” on the other. He rolled his head around over thick-wrestler’s neck. He moved behind Pete and got down his knees. His enormous shadow loomed over the boy. Bower’s arms were knotted with hard muscle and hanging at his sides. His rough, powerful hands an inch away from Pete, ready to kill. “Sorry boy. I’m gonna have fun with your faggot buddy. But you I’m gonna snuff quick. Only so much time!” Pete looked up, his eyes bright with terror and startled at the sight of the man leaning over him, so close that boy could lick the man hairy chest if he wanted to. Bower’s hands went into action. A rough palm grabbed the punk under the jaw. Pete began to sputter “No! Wait! Mr. Bower, I-” Bower liked the feeling on the boy’s brittle jawbone in his palm and he began to squeeze, and squeeze, the muscles on his arms hardening. Pete began to flail and scream as Bower’s fingers bore deep into his cheek. Bower felt teeth rip away from the gums. Pete jerked wildly and began to cough and choke on his own blood. His tormentor adjusted his grip and redirected the brunt of his muscle- power into the jawbone, pressing unstoppably into it. The bone began to shake violently under the stress. The boy was now frantic, his small hands pawing desperately at the hairy wrists that anguished him. Tears of pain ran down his face, but his screams were muffled by the hand crushing his mouth closed. Bower heard a crackle, then a splintering sound, then a crunch as the jawbone suddenly surrendered and imploded. Pete’s eyes rolled up into his head and he quickly lost consciousness as blood, teeth and bone fragments began to spill from between his squeezed lips. “Alright! Let’s see if I can remember how to do this!” Bower’s face with creased with a wide, evil smile, revealing the whites of his teeth. He adjusted his stance, then pressed his knee down on the boy’s shoulder to keep him in place,. With a quick, savage motion he yanked the punk’s head up. The barely conscious boy squealed in pain as his slender neck resisted for a moment, then Bower tugged hard and the vertebrae detached with a satisfying Crack! The muscled killer kept pulling on the skull, relishing the feel of the neck elongating. He could feel ligaments rip and heard the thin muscles tear with a dull pop. Bower sighed with satisfaction, and finished with his prey, casually propped the dead boy against the wall. Josh began to wail under his gag. Strapped to a chair and helpless, his eyes were transfixed on his dead buddy leaning against the wall. Pete’s head was bent onto his shoulder at an unnatural angle as blood still drooled through his misshapen mouth onto his shirt. “Alright, Mr. B!” Nick cheered. “Awesome! Looks like the old man still have some life in him!” Nick had lifted Craig up and held him pinned against the wall with his mighty forearm, barring escape. He had removed his shorts and his young stiff dick was engorged with blood, hard as a rock and arching achingly up, “You still got it! But can the old man bust spines like I do?” Bower laughed, slapped his hands together and rubbed them together vigorously , “Oh yeah! Show me Mr. Badass! Show me what a kid like you can do!” Nick flung his arms around the Craig’s back and easily hoisted him into the air. Nick relished the pre-tension feeling of the boy’s lumbar vertebrae pressing against his arms, the feeling of frantic legs dancing in the air. Nick squeezed Craig against his muscles and began to shift the boy, up and down, up and down, against himself, rubbing his enormous hardon against the trembling punk, the tip of his cock sliding beneath the boy’s shirt. “That’s right bitch! No fucking escape! You got muscle all around you! Huh you like that? Bet I could snuff you with just my dick. Shoot you so full of cum your goddamn head would explode!” Nick tightened his grasp and with devastating strength began to hug the wriggling body. His arms swelled with destructive power, the interlaced veins squirming with excitement, as his forearms squeezed deep into the boy. Craig let out a long, hideous moan. His spinal column began to deform, losing its natural shape, curving inwards and cutting into internal organs. Nick’s eyes went wide with pleasure as he heard vertebral discs dislocate with the wet pop of cartilage. Craig started screaming uncontrollably as bone pinched into his spinal nerve. Nick squeezed tighter and laughed in the boy’s face “That’s nothing, bitch, NOTHING! I’m just playing with ya! I’m just getting started! How do you like this!” Nick jerked his muscled arms and there was a tremendously loud SNAP as the fragile spine broke in two. Craig’s eyes rolled up into his head, his mouth opened from which a gurgling sound emerged. The damaged boy’s torso arched backward over Nick’s crushing arms, his arms dangling limply in space. Nick looked enraged, “Ah come on bitch! Gimme some more! Gimme some more!” Nick snarled into the fading boy’s face. With a sneer of disgust he unlocked his arms and let the broken punk flop to the ground. “Shit! These goddamn pussyboys break too easy! Is that all you can take?! Huh?!!” Nick shouted down at the immobile punk. He lifted his right leg above his victim, his massive quads like a slaughterhouse slab of meat. Craig looked up at the muscle-god towering above him and screamed. The foot hovered a moment before slamming down. Craig’s entire body spasmed as the foot pulverized his nose and impacted teeth with a decadent gush of blood. “Your just wasting my time punk! Time to die now!” Nick growled and using the whole unstoppable momentum of his 280 lbs of muscle, slammed his foot down again. He was rewarded with a hollow crunch as the skull broke. Nick kept twisting his foot into the shattered skull, which sunk like a deflating ball shooting up geysers of blood that spilt against Nick’s calves. Nick savored the feeling of skull snap against the soles of his shoes, savored each pop and squish. Nick looked down a admired his own quads, letting his hands caress the muscle, “No contest…” he smirked to himself. He touched his throbbing cock and moaned to himself. He looked up at Josh, Nick smiled evilly, “Your turn Josh! Hope you last longer than your buddy!” Bower suddenly stepped in front of Nick. “Not so fast Nick,” Bower held up his hand, “I’ve waited so long for this. Josh is mine.” Nick shook his head, “No way man! I reserved that little bitch for myself first. Back off.” Nick attempted to force himself past the man, but the gym coach used his broad, beefy shoulder to push the teenage stud back. The maneuver was both restrained and forceful. A slow rage gathered energy within Nick. There was no way this chump was stealing his kill. Bower held up his hand and stared Nick in the eyes with deadly seriousness. “Settle down Nick. Don’t mess with me boy. He’s my kill. You fuck around with me and I’ll finish you off first.” Nick’s eyes narrowed. His lips slowly curved in the faintest wisp of a smile. “What? You think you take me?” He said quietly, his eyes alive with challenge, and he pumped his pecs mockingly. “You think you’ve got a chance against me old man? Huh?” Nick casually slapped Bower’s hand away. “C’mon, Bitch-ass.“ Nick leaned his head back and smiled smugly. “You just settle down!” Kurtz warned finally, turned and approached Josh,. The boy shrieked beneath his gag as the hairy muscle-beast bounded in. Nick sprang into action. His legs exploded, bolted after the man and leapt onto his back. He wrapped his right arm around the man’s throat, tore him away from Josh and whipped him around. Bower slammed stomach-first into the desk. “That does it.” Bower growled. The gym coach did a little dance, letting his extraordinary pecs bounce. Nick shook his head piteously, “Too bad. You got a great body. Impressive man. It’ll be a shame when I snap that neck of yours.” “C’mon, Mr. Badass” Bower beckoned, “You’re about to fail your gym class.” Nick fist cut through the air. Bower deftly ducked it and launched his more compact body straight into Nick, slamming his shoulder against the stud‘s waist with a thud and propelling the two warriors outside the office and into the locker-room. Nick’s thickly muscled backside collided against a locker with a jarring SLAM! The teenager hooked his left arm around Bower’s neck, setting it in his armpit and viciously began beating the exposed back with his elbow, firing three massive blows directly into the spine. The sheer explosiveness of Nick’s attack shocked Bower. Nick twisted to the right as Bower’s knee burst upward in an attempt to devastate his exposed balls. His opponent’s head still secured, Nick flung the man in a semi-circle and let go. Bower stumbled backward and swiftly shifted away from Nick’s incoming fist, which crashes into a locker, crushing a deep crater into the metal, “Aaarghh!!!“ Nick snarls, like a fighting dog, not in pain, but with aggressive frustration. Bower’s fist collides meatily with Nick‘s solar plexus. The blow jerks Nick off his feet. Bower delivered an uppercut blow to the chin, followed by a savage left hook to the teenager‘s temple. Nick, suddenly dizzy, lost his footing and fell forward on one knee. The coach leapt onto his backside, snaked his right arm around Nick’s throat, grasped his wrist with his left hand, and with his forearm began applying incredible, crushing pressure to Nick’s windpipe. Nick’s hands instinctively grabbed the man’s forearm and tried to pry it away. “That’s right boy.” Bower spoke venomously into Nick’s ear. “Not bad for an old man. Huh?” Nick staggered to his feet, his thighs screaming as he bore the weight of the stocky muscleman who worked tenaciously at his neck. “Yeah, boy!” Bower grinned, spittle flying his mouth. “The lesson of today is: Respect your elders. And this elder says: Go to sleep…go to sleep.” Nick struggled to sustain his footing and managed to turn himself around. He suddenly threw his bodyweight forward, enough to eject Bower’s body a few inches over his, slamming his head into the lockers with a crash. “UGH!!” Bower spat, “FUCK!” The older man disengaged his right arm from Nick’s throat and started pummeled Nick’s backside, aiming to concentrate the full force of his blows upon the kidneys. Nick winced and grunted. Bower felt the teenager’s balance about to falter. He quickly re-secured the neck lock and jabbed his heel down to the back of Nick‘s knee. Bower hoped to send him face forward into the ground, whence he would ensnare and immobilize the his legs with his, and thus realize the lethal potential of the necklock. Nick realized this and, summoning all his strength, arched back. His leg muscles screamed to sustain his stance, to kept his balance, and then with an explosive jerk he threw Bower forward again, this time with such force Bower’s face punched through the locker and disappeared within the crater. Nick quickly pulled back and the jagged metal edges of the hole pierced into Bower’s skin, blood flowing copiously into his clenched eyes. The shock of the impact left Bower momentarily dazed and his neckhold weakened just slightly-but just enough. Nick roared, and flipped the man over. His backside struck the floor with a painful SLAP! Nick pounced. He rammed his knee into the man’s gut. Bower’s torso bolted upright, the oxygen forced out his body and blew against Nick’s quads. Nick threw his palm into his nose, instantaneously destroying the cartridge structure with a squishy crunch. With complete animal abandon Nick began to assault the man’s gut, his fists beating into the abdominal walls. “C’MON!!! GET UP BITCH!! UP!! UP!! UP!!“ Nick screamed. “Ugghh!!!“ Bower moaned, his face creased in agony. He arched his head up as if to plead for mercy. Nick’s fist bashed into Bower’s skull and it flew back down. “BAM!!!” Nick shouted. The older man began to cough uncontrollably and convulse as thick wads of blood welled up into his mouth. Nick’s massive body jumped into the air and brought his full bodyweight down onto hemorrhaging belly. Bower jerked up, his eyes wide and horror-filled, as a surge of blood burst from his gaping mouth. Nick dropped to the ground and snaked his powerhouse legs around Bower’s. He grasped the man’s limp right arm and began to twist it. The arm was arm was extremely sturdy, strong boned with a thick coat of muscle resisting the wrenching force. Nick calibrated and tweaked the force to cause maximum amount of delayed pain. “uhh…uhhh…UHHHH!!!!“ Bower groaned. The arm began to shudder violently under the stress for a few seconds until Bower’s elbow busted with a gruesome CRUNCH! as muscles tore, cartilage failed, and tendon surrendered. Nick gave the broken limb a hearty tug. Bower screams were deafening as his arm was cruelly stretched until the skin, the only tissue now affixing the limb to the rest of his body, threatened to tear. “Aw shit Mr. B! Are you crying?” Nick mockingly. With a gesture of disgust, Nick flicked the broken arm onto the man‘s chest. Nick grabbed the man’s shoulders and hoisted his torso up. Bower’s mind was on the verge of unconsciousness, his strength utterly spent, his muscles now useless and unable to protect his life. Nick gently placed his hand on his prey‘s head and pulled it close to his chest. Sweat dripped off Nick’s meaty cleavage and into Bower’s bloodied hair. The length of the teen stud’s swollen member rubbed teasingly against his spine, and his ball’s brushed against the coarse hairs on the man’s ass. “That’s right mother-fucker. You’re dealing with the new breed here. In the end, your just your average pussyboy. It’s your retirement day. Say goodnight dipshit.” Nick jerked the head and heard the thick neck surrender with victorious snap of vertebrae. Bower grunted dumbly, his muscled body seized stiff for a split second, then shuddered out of life. Nick rested his head on the back the slumped corpse, quietly savoring the feel of his young, lethally muscular body pressing against the lifelessness of his kill. Nick heard a squeaking sound and looked up. Josh was in the doorway of the office, still bound to the swivel-chair and using his tippy-toes to wheel himself out. “Where the fuck do you think your going?” Nick laughed. Josh screamed beneath the gag and frantically increased his escape effort, his toes skittering against the floor. The naked, teenage muscle-god walked slowly after the boy, his huge arms swaying by his side. One hand began to stroke his cock. The punk’s progress was agonizingly slow, the chair jouncing to and fro and his desperate eyes darted between Nick and the locker-room door. “Your almost there! C’mon pussyboy! You can do it!” Josh’s shoulder met the door. He looked up and with horror realized his bound hands prevented him from unlocking it. Nick wiped the sweat from his brow. His cock was now demanded satisfaction and Nick was aching to punch it into Josh. Nick grabbed the chair and hoisted it above his head. “AIEEEHH!!“ Josh screamed. Nick flung the chair down and it broke apart. Josh groaned in pain as Nick pulled the rope away. Nick tossed the punk over his shoulder, carried him into the office and flung him, sending Josh’s bony pelvis slamming against the rim of the desk. Nick grasped the elastic band of the punk’s shorts and tore them down to his ankles. He ran a hand across Josh’s soft ass as if inspecting its quality, then gave it a hearty slap which turned the pink skin red. Nick grabbed his shoulders with both hands and swung him downward. The punk’s forehead slammed into the desktop and bounced like a ball. The hulking muscle-stud punched his oversized cock into Josh’s undersized asshole, and began slowly driving his hips in and out. Nick’s hands, still clamped over the bony shoulders began to squeeze them hard. Brutal strength flowed out of his muscles and channeled out in regulated waves from his swelling triceps down to his thick forearms, to his iron fingers which pressed ever deeper into the bony shoulders until Nick heard something snap. Josh yelped. The sound added to Nick’s excitement and he began pumping Josh’s pert ass with increased vigor, the sweat from his crotch and thighs smearing against the boy’s soft buttocks. The punk started wriggling and it began to annoy Nick. “Stop squirmin!“ Nick growled, stabbing his cock in deeper for extra emphasis. Nick kept applying intense pressure on Josh’s shoulder, grinning ecstatically as he felt more bone buckle and crack, loosing himself in sexual fervor as his cock screamed with delight and ravaged Josh’s tender insides. Nick had enough of the boy’s squirming though. He let go of the crushed, deformed shoulders, and wrapped his powerful hands around Josh’s head. He quickly twisted and the boy’s neck broke with a dull pop. Josh immediately stopped squirming. “That’s right. Lay nice and still for Nick.” He let the head thud back to the desk. Nick abandoned his mind and his body, the supreme specimen it was, took over. His body tensed as his muscular thighs slapped against the dead boy’s ass with increasingly abandon, his hips gyrating faster and faster. Nick arched his head back, mouth open as waves of pleasure gained ferocity, converged into a peak and then exploded. Pure pleasure seized Nick’s body as incredible amounts of cum filled the cavities of the dead boy. He laid his hulking mass over his kill and, completely satisfied, rested a moment. The thickness of his muscle enveloped Josh’s corpse. Nick grabbed punk’s head and twisted it completely around, hearing a crackle as he did so. Nick looked into the unseeing blue eyes, “Thanks for the fuck Josh.” he moaned, then dropped the head. He arched himself back up and uncorked his dick, letting the punk slide off the desk and flop to the floor.