TEENAGE DESTOYERS- PART 6 The Pool Party Knees bent, his hulking form leaning forward, Nick executed each barbell row in a smooth, controlled manner, despite the immense weight in his grip. His huge lats flared thickly as they hoisted the barbell laden with 410lbs against his stomach, the powerful twin muscles holding and squeezing the weight at the top of the movement. There were other boys in the gym; boys his own age yet possessing not even a tenth of Nick's truly fantastic muscle and power, awkward boys who were laughably pathetic in comparison. These boys struggled with their little dumbbells, doing their best to convince each other they were immersed in their own workouts, when in fact, they cast endless side glances at the musclegod named Nick. The eyes of these boys trembled with impotent jealousy, even a tinge of fear. Nick's eyes however, remain deadly and fierce, seemingly unblinking, as they remained focused upon the communion of his muscles, their exertion and the barbell. CLUNK!! The barbell slammed to the ground. Nick stood there a moment, completely still, as if reflecting upon his accomplishment. His mountainous pecs stretched the fabric of his white tank-top and the shirt did little to conceal the hard notches of his abdominal muscles. From his thick bull neck the high ridges of his traps sloped down and merged with his bowling ball sized deltoids, from which sculptural granite biceps and triceps flowed, leading to the thickly muscled and knotty forearms. At the end of this path, a pair of huge, enormous hands, wrapped in black weightlifting gloves, slowly clenched and unclenched, as if crushing and pulverizing something invisible. God have mercy on any poor soul that encountered the full force of that grip. A boy in the class, Jason, stood slightly slack-jawed, staring at the musclegod. Nick suddenly became animate, stretching side to side, tugging his meaty lats against his tank-top, holding it a few seconds, then switching to the other side. Jason felt a stirring in the tender underbelly of his dick, felt it suddenly swell, grow hard and caress the soft cotton of his underwear. He relished the play of light on Nick's muscles as they stretched taut, bunched up and then squeezed tight. Nick suddenly caught Jason's gaze. The musclegod smirked and his pecs performed a quick but magnificent bounce. Nick curled his right arm up, his bicep quickly swelling and compacting into as beautiful mound, rising further to meet his succulent lips, which treated the peaked muscle with a loving kiss. Nick placed his hands on his hips and turned to Jason and made eye contact. Nick pursed his lips and blew a kiss at Jason. The smug look on his face said, "You wish, fag." Jason's face went bright red. Beneath his sweatpants, his dick was desperately hard, screaming for attention. Jason turned away, almost dazed for a moment, before stumbling onto a weight bench. The image of Nick still flashing in his memory, Jason set 2 x 50lbs plates on a barbell, reclined back and jerked the weight off the stands. His arms clumsily lowered the weight to his own thin chest, before grunting and hoisting it back up unsteadily. One...he counted. Inhale. Exhale. Two. Jay grunted. Thr---AAACCK!!!!!! Without warning, massive form of Nick pounced upon the bench, landing on top of Jason like a linebacker tackling a mouse. One of Nick's huge, rough hands clamped the boy's mouth shut, while the other held an underhand grip on the barbell, keeping it off Jason's neck. Nick grinned at his prey. "Hey pussyboy. Looks like you could use a spot." He quickly removed his hand from the boy's mouth, flipped his grip on the barbell, and in a quick, relentless movement, drove the bar down into Jason's throat. The boy squealed and his eyes went agape as he felt the rusty steel bar squeeze and crush his larynx. Nick grinned savagely, looking down at his pinned toy, warm sweat dripping from the deep groove between his luscious pectorals and onto Jason's panic-stricken face,. "Go ahead, push it off. Go on. What's wrong, pussboy? Your dick ain't so hard now...huh? Gimme one more. C'mon, just one more. Hey, is this what they call a drop set!?" Jason's hands pawed frantically at the bar, his feet kicked into space and flailed off the bench. But he understood the battle was not against the barbell, but a hopeless one against the unflinching power Nick's triceps and thick, veiny forearms. "What's that?" Nick looked perplexed, "What's that in your pants? Are you hard Jason? Does my big muscles make your little muscle all stiff? Huh?" Nick gave the slight jerk to the weight, causing Jason to gasp loudly. "You and me. We should party sometime." Nick leaned in close. "You'd like that. Huh? A private party? A little one on one?" Jason's eyelids began to flutter. "Oh shit dude, you don't look so good. Your turning blue." Nick suddenly look concerned, "Take a breather dude, and...", Nick gave the bar one last, controlled jerk down and leaned his pressed his face against the agonized boy's, "get the fuck off my bench." With that Nick hoisted the weight up, lifted his right leg and used his free hand to grab and flip the gasping, coughing boy off the bench and unto the floor. Jason got to his feet and hurried out of the gym, his dick now flaccid with fear. As if nothing happened, Nick began to load the bar up with plates and continued with his extraordinarily intense workout. Lifting came first. Always. Playtime later. But there was always room for playtime. The location was ideal. Nick couldn't help but notice that as he and Tony sauntered up the walkway. Jason's house was high on a hill in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in town. People with that kind of money felt entitled to extra privacy. That meant homes were spaced far apart, with high wood-slated fences and dense clusters of trees between them. Nick wore a black tank-top, his cleavage pushing out the fabric and protruding above the hard rounded arch of his stomach. The red sweat shorts did nothing to conceal his monstrously thick legs and calve muscles. "What the fuck? This guy's daddy a doctor or something?" Nick asked, viewing the landscaped walkway, the multi-million dollar home and two BMWs in the driveway. "Yeah. I think so." Tony nodded. "Well, good! Let's hope for Jason's sake he's the best fucking brain surgeon on the planet." Nick smirked to himself as he pressed the doorbell. They waited for a moment. Tony wore a tight white T-shirt that actually served to emphasize his hugeness. He body was animated with impatient excitement, as he cupped his hand together and squeezed his boulder-sized biceps. "Shit man," he said, "I hope there's at least four or five in there. I can't wait to get-" Nick held out his hand, "Shut up and be quiet." They heard the sound of the latch being turned and the door opened. It wasn't Jason. It was a man in his early twenties, very tall and lanky, wearing a light blue hooded sweatshirt and black shorts. He was visibly taken aback by the size of the two teenagers on his stoop. "Yes?" "Is Jason home?" Nick asked. "Well, yes, sort of. He's in the shower at the moment. Do you know him?" Nick smiled, "Yeah, we're friends. He spots me at the gym sometimes." "Really?" the guy asked, his brow furrowed in disbelief, and then nodded. "Oh. OK. Sure. Come in." He led Nick and Tony into the house and into the spacious living room. A ludicrously large widescreen TV dominated one wall, while top-notch electronics gear occupied various corners. "I'm Matt, by the way. Jason's brother." He said, then pointed to another young man sitting on the couch, reading an issue of Maxim magazine, "This is Richie." "Hey" Richie nodded dismissively, then did a double take and stared at the two teenage bodybuilders towering above him. "Jackpot" Tony said quietly. "What was that?" Matt asked. "Uh. Nothing" Tony said. "Yo," Nick said to Richie sharply, "What's up." "Richie and I are roommates at college." Matt said. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking nervous. Nick just watched him, observing the punk's every tiny tick and anxious gesture. Nick relished the sense of intimidation his mere presence elicited. This guy was probably twenty-two, older but unquestionably weaker, and he stood there slack jawed and speechless in the presence of these two ridiculously strong 18 year olds. What a fucking pussy. "Jason should be out in a minute." Matt said. "Cool." Nick said. "Awesome fucking house." "Yeah" Matt shook his head, "We got an inground pool, Jacuzzi, tennis court,everything. Pretty swank." His words were laced with a touch of conceitedness. "Ah Jesus Christ...." Richie said painfully as he shifted and repositioned himself on the couch. "It still bothering you?" Matt asked. "Yeah." "What's that, Richie?" Nick asked. Richie looked up, somewhat annoyed that this stranger was encroaching into his personal space and using his first name already, yet simultaneously feeling powerless to oppose Nick. "Oh nothing..." he said sheepishly, "I just threw my back before." "Yeah" Matt said, flopping onto a sofa chair, "We were playing basketball out back." "Shit man! You two are athletes? Damn, I thought you guys looked like you were in shape!" Nick said acidly, then chuckled to himself. "Actually." Matt said with annoyance, "I play basketball at school." "Yeah, well, you look like a basketball player." Nick said with a sneer. "Hey," he said to Richie, "Lemme look at your back." "What?" "I've been working on my chiropractic skills." Richie winced, "Really? Are you serious?" "Yeah!" Nick loudly slapped his palms together and rubbed them excitedly. "C'mon. Don't be scared!" Nick moved behind the couch. His huge body cast a shadow over Richie. He cracked his knuckles thoroughly and crouched down, the compressing muscles of his quads and hamstrings expanding out his sweat shorts. Nick grabbed Richie's hair roughly. "Oww! Watch it!" Richie hissed. "Sorry, little guy. Let's take a look at this." Nick closely inspected Richie's neck, gently sliding his thumb over the delicate bumps of vertebrae. "Yeah man. Your spine needs a major readjustment." He gently turned Richie's head from side to side, "You've got a real stiff neck! I'm just gonna loosen it a little." "No,no. The problem is my back..." Richie said. "Just relax. What I'm gonna do will take ALL the pain away." Nick couldn't help smirking a little as he gave Tony a knowing glance. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Matt asked, concerned. Tony slapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, Nick's a real pro at this! Just watch!" Nick wrapped one massive arm around Richie's head, the thick bicep and forearms enveloping his face, the elbow acting as a blindfold. His wrapped the other arm around the bottom half of the head, where it served as a gag, squeezing the mouth shut. Richie's entire head disappeared, enveloped by pure muscle. Nick leaned forward and spoke into Richie's ear. "Hey Richie. So proud of yourself, huh? Big houses, fancy fucking car. You think you're such hot shit. Think everyone is jealous and admires your punk-ass. Well, I ain't jealous of you right now, because you're a dead motherfucker." Nick gave the head a savage jerk the right. KRAK! Richie's arms flew spastically into the air before flopping lifelessly into his lap. "Oh my God! What are you doing to him!" Matt stood up and screamed. "Doing?" Nick looked up, an evil twinkle in his yes, "He's already done!" Tony moved in quick and clamped his hands tight on Matt's shoulders, "You just wait your turn buddy!" Nick kept his arms snaked around Richie's head and began to squeeze. His biceps bulged, and his forearms swelled with veins. "C'mon baby..."Nick muttered as devastating crushing force was conducted through his arms and into Richie's slowly buckling skull. He heard the tantalizing ccccrrrrrrr of the cranium crackling, a sound which excited him to no end, and impelled him grit his teeth and to double the pressure. He heard the rounded bone of the eye sockets crunching and could feel Richie's wet eyeballs protruding out and pressing against his skin. Blood began to pour freely out of the nose and cascade down the muscle striations of Nick's forearm. Nick was on his feet now, his entire from crouched over his prey, channeling all his muscular power into the walnut that was Richie's head. Suddenly- *CRACK!! CcccRUNCH!!! The protective bone collapsed and Nick's arms caved the broken head in freely as blood sluiced copiously through the openings between his arms. "YEEEEAAAHHH!!!!!!" Nick gritted his teeth savagely, as he squeezed and squeezed until there was no bone large enough left to pop. Nick uncurled his blood covered arms to reveal the fleshy, shapeless blob that remained of Richie's head. The brain matter that moments ago was generated thoughts and animated the body, now dripped onto the punk's shirt. "You fuck...FUCKING bastard!" Matt screamed, nearly hyperventilating. Hands still on his shoulders, Tony flipped the Matt around like a rag doll. The punk looked on, immobilized with unbelieving fear, as Tony arched back and blasted his fist directly into his face. Tony's knuckles obliterated the nose, broke the jaw from its hinges and ejected teeth. Matt went airborne, propelled over a coffee table, tearing a lamp away with him and slamming against the wall with such force that family photos popped off their hooks and plummeted to the floor. Tony was excited now. As Matt slid down the wall, Tony lunged or the semi-conscious punk and grabbed a hold of his shirt, hungry for a kill. "Hold up!" Nick ordered "I want baby brother to have a front row seat for this shit. Fuck!" Nick growled as he tried to use Richie's jacket to wipe the blood off his arms. "Tony, get me a towel to wipe this loser juice off me." The door to the bathroom was locked, but as always, this was no challenge for Nick. He wrapped his hand around the knob, pressed his shoulder against the door and gave a little push. The doorframe crackled a bit before it suddenly surrendered. Nick chuckled to himself. Through the fog of steam, Nick's eyes quickly zeroed in on his objective. Steam obscured the glass of the shower stall door, but Nick could easily see the skinny, naked body of Jason. Water poured down his thin frame, his face wrenched in concentration, as his hand busily jerked the small dick in his hand. Nick smirked to himself, was quiet for a moment, before whispering, "How ya' doin' Jason?" Jason's eyes went wide with panic as he let go of his penis. "Matt! Is that you? Get the hell out!" Nick grabbed the handle and slid the door open. Jason's eyes went even wider. Before him in the mist was the naked, hulking body of the teenage bodybuilder Nick. Jason speechlessly ogled the vast expanse of the pectoral muscle that blocked his exit from the shower. Nick's arms hung loose at his sides, the biceps unflexed yet still so unbelievably huge and wide. Jason's eyes admired the solid rack of abdominal muscles, then followed the curves of the sculpted obliques as they flowed into a pair of legs so heavily laden with muscle that no one could doubt their monstrous power. Between those pillars, Nick's thick 12 inch cock stood at full attention, nearly pressing into Jason's belly. "What's up. Bitchboy." Nick said, as he bounced his meaty pecs tantalizingly. A sound, barely perceptible escaped Jason's lips. "ohhhhhh....." Nick's noticed the punk's dick was harder than before. Nick grinned smugly, so impressed he was by himself. He was thrilled by his effect on the boy, by the fact that he could so effortlessly seduce someone so shortly before he would greedily snuff out their life. He cupped his hands together and squeezed, the biceps balling up magnificently and swelling with veins. "You like this Jason? Huh? Is that what's getting that string bean dick of yours so hard?" "Can I touch it?" Jason asked shyly. Nick snorted, "I dunno. A little bitchboy like you best not fuck with this!" Nick said as he turned to the side and flexed his triceps, the bulbous horseshoe ridges pushing out. "Whhyyy...I mean, who let you in?" Jason stammered. "That big brother of yours. We're having a pool party. Your brother's friend had to leave early, though" Nick grinned widely, and with explosive force, he fired his fist into the punk's soft belly. "But you’re the guest of honor, pussyboy!" Jason's body flew up and slammed into the wall of the small shower cubicle "AH!!" he shrieked, as his skinny forearm smacked into a metal soap dish the projected from the shower wall. Wailing in pain and holding his arm, the punk slid to the bottom of the stall. "COME OVER HERE!!" Nick shouted as he slapped his hand over Jason's skinny arm and with one viscous jerk, yanked the boy out of the stall and sent his flailing, naked body skidding across the tiled bathroom floor. Nick quickly pounced on his prey. "Here, let's take a look at that arm!" Nick squatted low before the prone boy and delicately handled the injured arm with both hands. Never before was the difference between their arms more dramatically clear. Nick's muscled, vascular forearms were twice the thickness of the punks upper arm! Nick inspected bruised forearm carefully. "Hmmm..." he said quietly, nodding his head to himself, "Looks like it's only a hairline fracture..." Then Nick smiled, "I can take care of that" His two mammoth hands twisted- KRIK! The feel of the bone snapping sharply in his palms satisfied Nick immensely. He wrenched his hands the other way- KRAK! "AAIEEE!!!" Jason screamed. Nick let the bent arm flop onto the kid's chest. "Fucking awesome..." he muttered to himself. "GET OUT! HELP!" Jason arched his head back towards the open door and bellowed, "MATT, PLEASE, HELP ME,PLEASE!!!!" "Oh, quit you bitchin'!'" Nick demanded before swooping down, flinging the boy over his shoulder and carrying him out of the bathroom. As Nick carried him down the corridor, the punk began to scream and kick his little feet against the massive quadriceps. "OH SHIT!" Nick growled "You are masking me SO FUCKING PISSED! Shut your fuckin' trap!" Nick's fist struck the Jason's kidney with a THUD! Nick carried the now whimpering punk through the house, past the kitchen and pantry, through the already parted glass doors that lead outside to the patio. An inground pool lay before them with a cluster of deckchairs off to the side and a jacuzzi to the right. A high wood fence enclosed the yard, and Nick chuckled to himself, thinking how this upscale demand for privacy would help facilitate the demise of the occupant's of that house. Nick heaved Jason off his shoulders. The punk hit the brick ground with a SLAP!, as he jerked spastically in pain and his broken arm flopped backwards. Jason looked to his left and nearly screamed. On a sagging pool chair lay his brother Matt on his belly, naked and his face swollen and bloody. Mounted atop him, sat Tony, his enormous dick immersed deep into Matt's asshole. "MATT!! Wha...what are you doing to him!" Jason exclaimed. Tony was moaning to himself, his bodybuilder thighs slapping against Matt's jiggling buttocks as he slowly pumped the asshole. Nick laughed, "Looks like Tony found himself a new fucktoy!" "Relax buddy!" Tony said, "Just a little fuck n' snuff." Matt arose from his semi-conscious delirium and realized his little brother observing his humiliation. "Noooo....Oh God...Shit..Jason...Nooooooo......" he whimpered, as his hands hit the ground and desperately pushed in a futile attempt to force Tony off him. "Lay still asshole!" Tony shouted, as he balled his fist and slammed it down on Matt's lower back with a loud THUD! Again- THUD! Tony fired each devastating blow directly to the lower lumbar spine. THUD! THUD! CRACK! THUD! Tony's knuckles now sank easily into the fleshy, bruised backside where the now pulverized spinal column had once resisted. Nick looked down at Jason and smirked, "It looks like his NBA days are over!" He nodded over to Tony, "Hey! How flexible do you think that douchebag is?" "I don't know. Let's find out!" Tony said. He grabbed the lanky basketball player's shoulders, his fingers kneading painfully into the clavicle bone. Helpless and pinned to the chair by 280 pounds of muscle, not to mention Tony's formidable dick staked securely in his anus, Matt could only let out a desperate cry as the laughing bodybuilder began to pull his shoulders back. Tony's arms began to swell with muscle, his biceps and triceps achieving a beautifully sculptural level of definition, as he pried the two resisting shoulder blades closer together. There was a moment of silence and then a muffled snap as the sternum fragmented. In rapid succession, ribs broke free with a manic pop-pop-pop! Jason had staggered to his feet, tightened his fingers into a little girlish fist and swung at Nick "FUCK YOU!!" he screamed as he smacked the bodybuilder in the face. Tony burst out laughing, but Nick didn't even flinch. His eyes filled with unfathomable rage, as he balled his fingers into a fist, arched back terrifyingly and slammed the weapon into the punk's head. The force flung Jason 15 feet, toppling him to his ass once more. "OWWW!!!" "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!" Nick yelled, his eyes filled with genuine disbelief that this little shit would even consider attacking him. Nick hit a bicep pose and pressed the peaked muscle into Jason's face. "YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!! NO CHANCE!" Nick grabbed Jason's one good arm. "GET OVER HERE!!" With a brutal yank, Nick separated the arm from its shoulder joint cartilage with a grisly wet popping sound. Jason fell wailing before his tormentor. Nick grabbed the one good arm with both hands and, without hesitation, twisted. SNAP! Nick dropped the limp, useless limb, and, still driven by uncontrollable fury, raised his left foot into the air. The huge and immeasurably powerful leg stayed suspended for only a fraction of a second, but long enough for Jason to comprehend with dread the pulverizing effect that overabundance of quadriceps and hamstring muscle would have on his own puny body. Nick's slammed his foot into the punk's leg, snapping the bone cleanly. The leg tuned to jelly and Jason collapsed onto his back, his whole body writhing in agony. "YEAH!! C'MON! HIT ME AGAIN! GO ON! DON'T HOLD BACK, PUSSYBOY!!" "Leeee...Leave him alone!" Matt begged from the chair. Nick looked at him with disgusted impatience. "Shut him the fuck up!' He ordered. Tony shrugged his massive shoulders. "Sure thing." Tony wrapped his palms around Matt's head and squeezed. It shook violently for a moment until it cracked loudly. "Matt!" Jason screamed. Tony let the head plop onto the inflatable pillow. Matt's body began to convulse wildly and a gurgling sound emitted from his throat. Still pumping, Tony turned and smiled at Jason. "Don't worry buddy! He ain't dead! I just gave him a little head massage!" Tony grinned, so totally delighted by the feel of his dick smoothly fucking the suddenly unresisting asshole of the convulsing, now brain-damaged, basketball player. "It's nothing that will kill him. That is...before I kill 'im!" Nick lifted Jason to his feet, his oversized forearm wrapped around the punk's belly, and held him close. His arms useless, Jason weakly jabbed his elbows backwards, but they met an unyielding wall of hard, solid muscle. Nick hoisted Jason over his head, the punk's feet swimming in the air "We're sending you and your brother off together!" Nick said, and then tossed the punk into the pool with a SPLASH! Nick dived in with an even larger SPLASH! Jason sunk for a moment in the blue water, flapping his legs and broken arms before he sprang above the surface, gasping for air. He caught a glimpse of the sun glistening on a pair of bowling ball sized deltoids and muscled backside as Nick swam relentlessly towards him like a hungry shark. Terrified, Jason pushed himself over, his feet finally touching the shallow end, and he began to slog through the water towards the staircase that lead out of the pool. A mighty hand suddenly slapped over his wrist. "GOTCHA!" Nick said happily. "No!" the punk sputtered. Nick playfully lifted the punk over his head. His huge lats flared out and his deltoids were rock hard, as water slid down the curves of his pecs and rivulets streamed between the ridges of the unnaturally thick wall of abdominal muscle. He tossed the punk up and caught him again. "Hey Tony! Here's a new sport. Pussy-toss for distance!" Nick shouted. His back muscle surged with raw power as he flung the punk. Jason skimmed across the surface of the water for a split second before he somersaulted and splashed beneath the surface. Within seconds, Nick yanked him back up. "Don't worry pussyboy!" Nick's face filled with joy, "I won't let you drown. I'm gonna snuff you with my bare-hands!" He pushed the punk over to the side of the pool, seized a handful of wet hair and bashed the skull into the brick rim of the pool, punching several teeth out the gums as blood gushed freely from the misshapen mouth. Nick jerked his arm again and the cheekbone shattered, as sharp brick cut deeply into the skin beneath the right eye. Another effortless yank dislocated the jawbone with a grinding crunch. Nick quickly realized that Jason was already nearly dead, the assault having broken something important in the punk's brain. Nick sighed. "That's the problem with pussyboys. You're like a stick of chewing gum. You never last." He pulled Jason over to the shallower end, the water now up to their waists. He coiled both arms around the torso, pinning his prey's arms to his sides, and began to squeeze. The teenage bodybuilder could feel the punk's ribs tremble beneath his crushing grip. Nick held it for a moment, relishing the feel of bone ready to break at his command. That feeling kept his submerged dick rock hard and pressing into the boy's right butt cheek, so delectably close to the prize. Suffused with kill-lust, Nick shifted his hips and bore his dick into the tender asshole. His python arms unleashed their full power. cccrrrKRIK! CCrrrrSNAP! Jason let out a groan. "YEEEAAHH!!! C'MON! C'MON!" Nick taunted as more ribs splintered, snapped, and drove sharply into the punk's lungs. The punk began to gurgle his own blood. Underwater, Nick's dick pumped the boy's anus like an relentless piston; the thick layers of leg muscles, the pivoted hips, the sculpted ass of the muscular beast working like an unstoppable pussyboy-fucking machine. As the water churned and frothed around him, Nick excitedly shifted his forearms beneath the waterline, where they encountered the tantalizing feel of fresh, intact ribs. Nick squeezed hungrily, insatiable for the submerged snap of each rib. "Isn't this what you wanted?" Nick said softly into Jason's ear, "No? Wasn't that what you were thinking about when you were stroking that little dick of yours? Thinking about my awesome strength. Thinking about what my body could do? What it would feel like? Do you like the way my body feels? Huh? Well, if you want a taste of Nick's world, you best be prepared to get your ass fucking demolished." He continued to constrict his prey, excited by the sudden surrender and pop of an unknown bone or the squish of an internal organ. Nick began to moan, lost in his own intense pleasure. He stood in the water with his eyes closed and his face pressing warmly against Jason's neck; the sound of cracking bones, the feel of an inferior weakling slowly surrendering his life to him, the intense pleasure of his oversized dick sliding in and out of the tight virgin ass, and the colossal self-satisfaction he felt for his own flawless body and unquestionable power, had an combined narcotic effect on Nick. Without missing a beat of powerfucking, he suddenly unwrapped his arms. Before the broken boy could sink, Nicks swiftly curled his left arm around and cupped it securely over Jason's right shoulder, while sliding his other palm over the mouth. He adjusted his stance. Nick breathed heavily. "You wanna play with muscle, you gotta pay the price." His hips were gyrating with fantastic intensity as he pumped with ferocious abandon, an insanely insistent, overwhelming ecstasy about to explode in his dick. "It's bedtime. Here's your goodnight kiss, bitchboy." Nick planted a kiss on the back of the boy's wet head, and jerked his right arm. SNAP! "UH!"Jason grunted dumbly. Nick now grabbed the firmly head with both hands and continued to slowly twist to ensure the vertebral column was utterly demolished and the spinal cord severed. puhpuhpuhPOP! The sound and feel of these vital bones parting sent Nick over the top. He seized as his orgasm sent shuddering waves of pleasure through his god-like body. and an enormous reservoir of hot cum flooded the bloody and raw canals of the dead punk's anus He continued to hold the head, savoring the feel the corpse's deadweight pulling on and strangely elongating the broken neck. The body twitched, his fingers splashing in the water, as his dying nervous system, disrupted by the sudden destruction of his spine, fired electrical impulses nonsensically into his limbs. His ass muscles tightened one more time and snugly squeezed Nick's dick for a moment, before gently relaxing. "Mmmm...Nice." Nick moaned Jason's head bent backwards onto the mountainous slope of Nick's shoulder, his eyes still open, but staring absently into space. Sweaty and panting Nick looked into the gazed eyes of his kill and smiled, "Snap, crackle...DEAD, motherfucker. Now get the fuck off my dick." The musclebeast unwrapped his arms, uncorked his dick and allow the corpse to slowly curl forward and bob gently in the water. Just for the fuck of it, he placed his hand on either side of Jason's head and pushed it underwater. Nick gritted his teeth, as he channeled an immense reserve of strength into the fingers that now squeezed and compressed the skull. Nick heard the muffled popping of the cranium as air bubbles began to rise with a bloop-bloop-bloop. Nick's fingers suddenly slipped as the skull violently surrendered and imploded into a red underwater cloud. The headless body quickly floated to the top. Water began to surge into the neckhole, allowing the liquid to fill the lungs and causing the corpse to lose most of its buoyancy. Nick hoisted himself out of the pool, dripping with water and cleansed of blood and cum. He walked with a satisfied air, his glorious, relaxed muscles shimmering in the sun. Nick noticed that Tony and his bitch were gone. Nick looked down and noticed the pool chair laying in a flattened, broken mess. The sheer weight of Tony's muscle coupled with the intensity of his powerfucking had annihilated to poor chair! Nick laughed to himself a moment and shouted, "Tony! You fucking animal!" Nick quickly found Tony in the jacuzzi. The unnaturally huge teenager sat in the bubbling water, his eyes closed and his head arched back, his pecs spread out to the sky. Matt was in the water with him, clearly dead. With one hand, Tony grabbed a clump of Matt's hair. With his other hand, he used his fingers to squish Matt's mouth together, the dead lips pouting into an inviting hole. The bodybuilder then pushed his beefy cock into the mouth. One hand gently jerked the skull back and forth, while two fingers kept the lips wrapped wetly around his dick. "Ummmmm....." Tony murmured. One of Matt's eyes was closed and swollen, while the other lay partially open, gray with glaze. Still, even in death, he sucked hungrily on the dick.Tony began to jerk harder, his pleasure building. He yanked the head with such force that the neck suddenly cracked loudly. The sound caused Tony to blow his load, his white-hot jism bursting into the welcoming mouth. "Yes....yes...yes...."Tony sputtered, as he ecstasy subsided and he drained all the cum from his balls into the mouth of the dead punk. He let go of the head, and let the corpse slip beneath the water. "Shit man. Now THAT was good." Tony smiled and looked up at Nick. Tony stood up and Nick slapped him a high-five. Nick looked back at the pool. "I gotta get me one of these. Have a party every fucking day!" Tony nodded. "Definately."