I knew whatever the Man had planned for Jim, I knew it would be 
different. There was something different about the Man tonight. He 
had a glint in his eyes I had never seen before, something hard and 
cruel. Jim had started to regain conciousness in the van. He groaned 
in pain and I wanted to go to him, warn him that whatever lay ahead 
would be worse. But, of course, I couldn't. I couldn't move. Because 
the Man hadn't given me permission to do so. Whatever hold he had on 
me was complete. I was no longer a person of my own; I was simply 
nothing. 
     We drove for a time until we came to a wide open plain. It was 
still hot outside and the Man had no AC in the van. The Man's sweat 
permetaed the air. I inhaled deeply whenever he shifted his arms to 
turn the wheel. He noticed my sniffing and looked over at me smiling. 
He knew that I was his now and he lifted his right arm, showing me 
the hair matted to his skin. He looked at me again and nodded and I 
plunged my face into his pit. The stench was strong and powerful and 
it stung my eyes and I couldn't get enough. I feasted on the smell 
and sweat and licked and kissed and tasted as if it were my last 
meal. I heard a louder groan from the back and heard: "What the fuck?"
   The Man turned and saw Jim coming back to full awareness. Jim 
grabbed at the doorhandle and twisted it, stumbling out into the dark 
night, the way I did that first night after he'd taken me into my new 
life. Before Jim even hit the dirt the Man was out of the van.  In a 
second he had grabbed Jim and slammed him into the van. It shook and 
I heard the Man's voice calling me out into the hot, dusty night. I 
came around the corner and saw Jim being held off the ground by the 
Man's huge forearm across his throat.  Jim was sputtering, trying to 
catch his breath, to catch any oxygen into his lungs.  The Man held 
him there for a moment, then two, pressing harder and harder. Jim's 
legs kicked and bounced and then the Man let him drop. He fell to the 
ground, his t-shirt bunched around his chest, his flat stomach 
heaving as he sucked oxygen into his lungs. The Man kicked him in the 
chest with those steel-toed boots. Jim groaned in agony and fell to 
the side holding his chest. The Man leaned down to grab him, but Jim 
rolled under the van to hide. 
    "You're gonna make it worse little Jimmy boy." The Man leaned 
down, "Come on out."  The Man started to make little noises the way 
you'd try to get a cat. He waited a moment before heaving a sigh. 
Standing up the Man grabbed the back bumper and squatted down.  He 
lifted the van and walked a few steps to his right. The van moved 
with him until it was perpendicular to where it had started it. Of 
course, to me it was nothing. I knew the Man's strength, even when he 
wasn't enraged, when he was angry, it was like he was the Hulk. 
Nothing could stop him.  Poor Jim, though. Nothing could have 
prepared him for what he'd seen. The Man dropped the van and it 
fell.  I watched Jim and saw a wet spot grow in the crotch of his 
jeans. "Pissed yourself Jimmy?" The Man smirked. "It happens a lot."
     He moved towards Jim and, of course, Jim tried to crawl away. 
The Man grabbed him and pulled him up until they were eye level. "Now 
you're gonna hurt."  The Man heaved and Jim flew into the air. He 
came hurtling back to the earth, but the Man lifted his fist up and 
Jim landed, his stomach came down square on the Man's upraised fist. 
I heard the air push itself out of Jim and he remained up there held 
up by the power of only one arm of the Man. The Man roared and then 
dropped his arm and Jim bounced off the hard dirt. He groaned and 
curled into the fetal position. 
     The Man reched down and lifted Jim up by a handful of hair. The 
only thing holding him up was the Man. He took his other hand and 
slapped Jim's face forehand and back. Jim's face whipped back and 
forth as if it were a ballon on a string and I saw a flash of blood 
fly from a split lip. The Man dropped him and Jim fell to his knees. 
The Man grabbed Jim's stained and dirty t-shirt and ripped it off his 
body. The Man laughed and poked his finger into Jim's chest.  "Look 
at you, little Jimmy. Did you ever see the inside of a gym?" Jim's 
body was fine, he was actually pretty built, but he was tiny compared 
to the Man. Anyone would be. His chest heaved and Jim looked like an 
emactiated child compared to the Man. 
     Jim looked up at the Man, "Please. Please, let me go. I won't 
tell anyone. Just let me go."
     The Man pulled back his fist and let it fly.  "Naw."  The Man 
said simply. Jim was sobbing now, face down in the dirt, and The Man 
took his size 14 boot and ground his face into the dirt. He took his 
foot off and lifted Jim's face off the ground. He spit in Jim's face 
and watched the saliva drip down from his eye. The Man spit again and 
then used his big paw to rub Jim's face into the ground again, caking 
it with dirt, which stuck to the saliva. The Man let Jim flop to the 
ground and then ripped Jim's jeans off. Jim shivered, even in the hot 
night air and lay on the ground in pain as the Man removed his shoes 
and socks. He was naked and vulnerable before the Man. His balls were 
small and hairless and his pubic hair was carefully shaved to make 
his dick look bigger. The Man put his huge hand over Jim's face and 
shoved him down to the ground, holding his hand over Jim's face. 
Covering it. Jim blubbered but remained in place as the Man stood up. 
He leapt in the air and came down hard on Jim's chest and gut. Jim's 
head and legs flew into the air as if he were a "U" and then slapped 
hard against the ground. 
     The Man looked up at me and smiled. "Time to start the dying." 
The Man grabbed Jim's arm and with a quick wrench, yanked it back, 
causing a loud snap to reverberate throughtout the nighttime air. Jim 
screamed as his arm was pulled unnaturally at the elbow. The Man 
pulled his won shirt off, again taking a minute to laugh at the 
difference in their bodies. Jim, clutched his arm and the Man yanked 
him to his feet. With one quick move the Man pressed Jim overhead. He 
pumped out a few overhead reps and smiled uip at Jim, telling him he 
should gain a few more pounds in order to be a real workout. He 
shifted his hands so he had Jim's cock and balls in his hand and 
worked it so his fingers encircled the base of Jim's genitals.  
    With a small bounce he shifted so Jim came down, back first. 
Normally he would have bounced Jim off his knee, but this time, he 
stayed standing upright, but let Jim fall while keeping his grip on 
Jim's cock and balls. Jim screamed so loudly I think his vocal cords 
might have ripped. Before Jim's sex organs were yanked off the Man 
dropped him to the ground. Jim wept like a baby and covered his 
genitals. The Man kicked his hands away and kelt down over Jim, 
facing his crotch and legs. He massaged some of the feeling back into 
Jim's balls. Then he gestured me over and pointed to the ground. I 
knelt and saw a wicked smile come into the Man's face. The Man 
reached down and delicately grabbed hold of Jim's manicured bush. He 
took hold of a few fingerfuls of hair and yanked, pulling the hair 
out by the root. Jim screamed again and the Man reched down again and 
again, plucking the hair out and listening to Jim's screams, ignoring 
his fists bouncing off the Man's huge, broad back. If anything they 
seemed to inspire him to yank more, until Jim's crotch was almost 
bare. Jim fell to the ground in agony. 
  The Man turned around and started beating on Jim's gut and chest. 
He smiled as he brought his fists down over and over again. I heard 
bones crack and shatter.  At one point I think I could even hear 
Jim's internal organs squish. Jim started to gurgle blood and saliva 
and he coughed, mixing them with the dirt and spit already on his 
face.  "Watch him nothing, I'll be right back."
   The Man strolled away and I reached out, taking Jim's hand gently 
in mine.  After a few minutes the Man came back with his jeans off 
and in his hands.  He still wore his boots. He bent down and grabbed 
Jim's face pulling it up. "Sorry, Jimmy, but it's check out time." 
And with that he turned around and buried Jim's face in his ass. He 
fell down crushing Jim's face between his naked, hairy ass and the 
ground. I heard a crunch and watched while the Man reclined on Jim as 
if he were a chair. I watched Jim, struggle uselessly, trying to move 
the immense weight of the Man. I reached out and took his hand again 
for the few remaining moments of his life. Poor Jim. Jim must have 
opened his mouth accidentally and tounged the Man's asshole because 
he groaned in sexual pleasure and pushed more of his weight onto 
Jim's face. The struggling grew weaker and Jim eventually stopped 
moving.  The Man remained where he was until he was certain that Jim 
had be smothered underneath his big muscle ass. The Man ground a 
little more and then shouted as he shot without even touching his 
dick. I watched bolt after bolt of semen mix into the dirt. The Man 
reached out and pulled me into him, kissing me softly.
     "Happy New Year nothing." He smiled.  "From now on, it's only 
gonna get wilder."
    Like Jim, I shivered in the hot desert air.