After Workout Pump!
(Long before Butch)
It was a hot early afternoon in Oceanside, California, and the Bouncer had just completed
a great shoulder and trap workout at the gym. He was wearing a tight white tank top that
was old and stretched out to the max...and hid none of his huge muscles. His traps jutted
out from the tops of his shoulders as he looked at himself in the mirror.
The gym had been empty except for one tall, slender kid of around 20 who had always looked
at the Bouncer with awe. The Bouncer had noticed him too. This was not the first time he
had seen him at the gym. He'd watched him go from an even scrawnier punk to someone who was
dedicated enough to make some decent gains. But it was obvious that the young kid was far too
intimidated to say anything to this huge monster. The Bouncer grabbed his gym bag and went
back into the locker room to take a piss.
After he'd taken his piss, the Bouncer passed by the mirror over the sinks on the way out.
He couldn't resist it. There was no one else in the locker room and he but his gym bag down
and took off his baggy shirt. The lighting from the ceiling was fantastic as he flexed his
biceps at himself in the mirror. He smiled with great satisfaction and then flexed a most
muscular pose which showed off his huge, pumped, delts and traps. .He felt huge and he looked
huge!
In the mirror, he noticed the young punk standing in the doorway with his mouth agape. "I'm
sorry, I've just never seen someone so huge flexing like that before!" the kid said, apologizing
for being caught in the act of staring. "No problem," the big man said as he turned to the punk
kid and gave a dramatic pose with his huge arms outstretched above him and his lats spread out
wide. The kid's eyes just got huge as he stopped blinking so he wouldn't miss a minute of it.
His eyes went from his massive forearms down to his huge traps and broad cannonball-like shoulders.
His eyes went further down to his massive meaty pecs and then trailed his six pack set of abs down
to his small but powerful waist. Watching the Bouncer flex and pose at so close a distance was a
dream come true for him. "Damn," he muttered. Noticing that the punk kid had missed the Bouncer's
legs, he dropped his arms and then shook the huge quad muscles in his left leg and BLASTED a flex
shot at him. "Oh my GOD!" the punk kid said.
The Bouncer just smiled and continued flexing for his admiring audience. "Man, you must eat a ton
of beef," the kid said. "As much as I can get my hands on," replied the muscle monster. "I'm getting
ready to start my shift at the Steakhouse down the street. You ever eat there?" "Naw...good steaks
but too pricey for me." "Dude, this one's on me!" he said anxiously trying to befriend the big guy who
returned his gratitude with a smile. The kid went on, "Can you wait for me to shower up? We can go
to the restaurant right now!" The Bouncer smiled, "Sure, I'll wait."
The kid quickly took of his clothes and jumped into the shower and soaped up. He barely put the soap
on before he rinsed it off, not wanting to keep the muscle monster waiting. Meanwhile, the Bouncer
continued to flex at himself in the mirror and admire his own huge muscles.
As they walked toward the restaurant, looking like a very odd couple of men; one tall and slender
and the other huge and powerful, the Bouncer wanted to find out more about his young friend. "So
what kind of things you get into?" the Bouncer asked. "What do you mean?" the punk replied, not
wanting to divulge the "wrong" information. "It's an open question. You answer it anyway you want."
They continued to walk. "Well, I like bodybuilding, of course. I like watching wrestling matches.
I like watching guys like you flex. In fact, I'd like to be like you or at least as big as I can be."
The Bouncer said nothing. He just smiled as he continued to walk.
They made it to the restaurant where the kid made sure the Bouncer was seated in his area and brought
him some water. No menu was necessary as the kid knew just what the Bouncer wanted and went back
into the kitchen to place the order of two large steaks and as many side dishes as he could carry
to the table. The Bouncer had no problem in devouring the meal. When the kid came back, he was
surprised to see each of the plates of food wiped clean and a big smile on the Bouncer's face.
"Damn good food!" the Bouncer said. Shocked, the punk said, "Glad you liked it. I'd give you more
but..." Steaks don't come cheap and the Bouncer knew it, "Hey, not a problem. You fed me and now
you've got a friend for life." They both smiled. "I'm the Bouncer at Escape. Why don't you drop
by when you end your shift. It's gonna be a quiet night and I could use the company." The kid
smiled and his eyes lit up, "Great, I usually get off around 11. I'll come straight over."
It was a slow night at the bar, as predicted by the Bouncer, and Billy was going to close the
bar a little after midnight. When the kid arrived, the Bouncer was genuinely glad to see him
and sat him down at the bar and introduced him to Billy who served him up a stiff drink on the
house. He had already told Billy about the kid and while the Bouncer made his rounds around
the slow bar (checking bathrooms and other areas of the bar), Billy made small talk with the
kid, "So what do you think about the big guy?" "Well, he's awesome!" was the kid's response.
"Yeah, he's built, eh?" The kid registered the response and replied, "Well, not just that but
he's a nice guy too. I mean, at least to me. I guess he's a lot friendlier than he looks,"
the kid said smiling. Billy just laughed at the comment, "Trust me, kid, you're one of the lucky
ones. He's not nice to everyone. I've seen him take people apart and love every minute of it.
He can be a mean mother-fucker. " The expression on the kid's face turned from innocence to
excitement, "Really? Wow. Now THAT I would like to see." "Oh yeah? Wanna see him in action?
Beat the fuck out of someone?" The Kid's grin turned into a smile, "Fuck yeah!" "Well, he
can't read minds. If you wanna see him in action and beat the fuck out of someone, you gotta
let him know. Just be careful of what you ask." "Ok."
When the Bouncer came back from his rounds, he said, "Billy, looks like it might be about time
to close up." Billy looked around and agreed, "Closing time!" he announced. The Bouncer turned
to the kid, "I've got to usher some people out and then I'll be back." "Ok," replied the kid.
The Bouncer gently escorted the remaining customers out the door and began making his final rounds
of the bar. The kid couldn't help himself and just stared at the freaky muscle beast's every
movement in total awe. He couldn't imagine seeing him pulverize someone. Already, he thought
of four punks whom he would love to see squash the life out of. The kid lived in a small one
room apartment in a very seedy part of town. His next door neighbors were some hard rocking punks
who play their music until all hours of the morning in addition to coming and going to make drug
deals. One of them even enjoyed playing basketball against his bedroom wall at all hours of the night!
When the Bouncer came back, Billy asked him if he could wait for him for just a few minutes
while he took care of some things in the back room. "Sure, take your time." The punk kid
thought for a second trying to find the words to ask the Bouncer for a "favor." The Bouncer
looked at him, "What's on your mind?" "Well, I was talkin' with Billy and, uhmm," he searched
for the words, "My next door neighbors are running a crack house and keep me up till all hours
of the morning and...I was wondering if..." The Bouncer smiled, "You want me to bash some heads?"
The punk kid smiled hugely, "Yeah." "You ready to be an accomplice in murder?" The punk quickly
responded, "Trust me, the world won't miss these bastards." The Bouncer smiled for a second and
then called to the back room, "Billy!"
The trio left the bar around 1 a.m. and headed for Billy's car. "I wanna get a good pump going
before we go over there. Plus, it's way too early to do what I want to do. I got the key to the
gym; let's pump some iron." They drove a short distance to the Bouncer's warehouse lair and picked
up his workout bag which contained his lifting belt, gloves, and muscle clothes to change into.
It also contained a small bag of the Bouncer's "happy powder" which he always took to take him over
the limits of sanity.
From there, they went to the gym and turned the lights on and the music up high. The Bouncer proceeded
to pound away at the weights and getting his blood flowing. He took a bit of his happy powder just
for an extra kick while Billy and the kid made a strong pot of coffee. Together, they sat and watched
as the huge man strutted around the gym in his tight spandex shorts and skin tight tank top pumping
out set after set. After each grueling set, he strutted back to them and put on a show of his own by
flexing and posing for them.
Billy insisted on oiling him up to enhance the massive physique but the Bouncer wanted the kid to do it.
He wanted the kid, who was already beside himself in awe and lust, to get the full impact of this
muscle-freak's body. Gladly, the kid went to work, oiling up the big mans pecs and traps and feeling
his rock hard muscles. He began working his way down to his hard as iron stomach and tree trunk legs.
Then, the Bouncer turned around and presented his back to the kid and gave a back double-bicep pose.
The kid was awe-struck for a moment as he witnessed more muscle than he had ever thought could fit on
a man. Immediately, he went to work applying the shimmering oil on the Bouncer's back as the Bouncer
just smiled at the reactions of the kid. After the workout, the Bouncer went back to the locker room
and took in the rest of his "happy powder" concoction. He could feel his heart race and his senses
heighten. He could also feel his sense of morals and forgiveness being replaced by the need for wanton
sadistic lust and torture.
Part II - The Bashing Heads
On the way to the apartment complex, the kid told the Bouncer and Billy every detail of the apartment
and of the complex. It was a small complex in a dark neighborhood and their apartment was at the
end of the row with only a small field behind them. There were four men living together in the small
one bedroom apartment usually sleeping wherever they passed out.
Billy pulled the car up to the apartment and the trio waited until 4 a.m. and scoped out the apartment
to ensure that the flow of drug buyers had slowed up enough to allow the Bouncer to take his time in
his merciless killings. At the Bouncer's request, Billy had brought his video camera. At first, the
kid objected but then he was told that he would have to be the lookout and that he would be given a
copy of the video for his future viewing pleasure.
A knock came to their door and the black guy answered it. "What the hell you want punk!" The kid
stammered, "Uhmm, I was wondering if you could lower your stereo down?" "Fuck off, punk before I
put some holes in your head!" and with that he slammed the door.
A strong pounding came at the door next, "Damn, punk!" the black guy said as he grabbed his gun off
of the table. He opened the door again but to his surprise, it wasn't the kid. His mouth opened
wide and his eyes were as large as quarters as he stared at this huge muscle-bound monster. "Holy
shit." he whispered as he remembered he had a gun in his hand. He immediately raised it up but before
he could aim it, the Bouncer grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the apartment and onto the small
grassy area outside which was filled with beer bottles and fast food trash. The Bouncer placed his
huge left hand over the black guy's right hand and applied a powerful squeeze causing him to immediately
release his hold. But the Bouncer continued to squeeze. All the while, Billy had been filming the scene.
As the Bouncer's hand crushed the hand of his victim, the victim began to call for help but his
plea for help was drowned out by the loud music coming from within the apartment. His friends
were so stoned, they wouldn't have been able to help anyway. The kid watched with joy as he realized
his vengeance on these bastards was at hand, "Kick his ass man! Beat the fuck out of him!" The
Bouncer picked up his victim and put him over his shoulder and carried him around to the back of
the apartment while the victim grabbed his now-broken hand, "Oh my god! Somebody help me!" he
screamed. Billy and the kid followed as the Bouncer took a deep breath and slammed his victim's
back in to the dirt ground below. Billy was sure to capture the event on film while the kid kept
one eye on the beating and one eye on the street looking for any activity like headlights or neighbors.
The Bouncer went to work. He pulled his baggy shirt off revealing his huge, oiled up, massive body.
Billy's camera went up and down the massive physique of the big man and then went down to the
frightened face of the intended victim. "What you guys gonna do?" he cried upward at the two men
as the kid kept watch in the distance. The Bouncer gave a sadistic laugh and then said, "Shut the
fuck up you little shit!" He then took raised his right foot up and came down with a POWERFUL
stomp on the guy's stomach, "AAAAAAHHHHH!" the creep yelled out. But the loud music from the
apartment only drowned out his cry. "Hehehehe," the Bouncer said as this began the full night
of merciless beatings.
Wasting no time, he raised his leg up again and applied another POWERFUL STOMP into the guy's
stomach area causing the guy to roll over to his side. The Bouncer stepped back with his right
foot and took careful aim at the kidneys and sent his steel toed boot SLAMMING into the lower
back of the guy who then rolled over onto his stomach, "AAAAAAHHHHH, JESUS!" He turned to the
kid, "Wanna see some kidney mush?" The kid began to laugh as the bouncer straddled the guy and
knealt down over his legs and began slamming punch after solid powerful punch into the kidneys
as the intended victim struggled in vain to get free. "AAAAWWWWW!!!"
The Bouncer stood up over the guy and grabbed him by the head forcing him up. He then gave him
a powerful knee into the groin causing him to fall quickly back to the ground. The Bouncer just
laughed sadistically, "Hehehehehehe!" He quickly picked him back up again but this time grabbed
him by his legs as well and raised the black guy over his head and into the air. He then, dropped
to one knee and SLAMMED the bastard's back across his powerful leg instantly breaking it! By now
the guy was in painful agony and letting out cries of pain as he rolled off the Bouncer's knee and
landed flatly on the ground, squirming and writhing in pain. None of it fazed the Bouncer or the
kid who carefully watched as the Bouncer continued on and kept an eye out for any passers-by.
The Bouncer then picked him up by the hair again and declared, "Time to finish him off!" The 6'10"
giant then put his legs slightly apart and placed the punk's torso in between his humongous thighs
as Billy moved around to get a better view of the bastards expression as the Bouncer began to apply
pressure. Billy zoomed in so that he could capture the massive size of the Bouncer's legs crushing
the upper body of the punk and still get the punk's pain-ridden expressions as he screamed and squirmed
in vain. The kid stopped looking at the street for a moment as he watched the termination of
this creep's existence.
The Bouncer slowly applied more pressure and from where the kid was standing, he could hear the
bones of the punk start to crack and then pop, "CRAAAAAACK!" "CRAAAAACK!" "CRAAAAACK!" Blood began
to gush from the creeps mouth and nose as the Bouncer moved to finish him off and squeeze even
more! "CRAAAACK!" "CRAAAAAAAAACK!" "CRAAAAAAACK!" came the sounds from the squirming punk.
Billy zoomed in on the face of the creep as he slowly closed his eyes into darkness. Billy then
quickly moved around to the front of the Bouncer to capture the almost cumming satisfaction on
the Bouncer's face as he applied on last quick squeeze ensuring death of his victim. "CRAAAACK!"
and then released the body to drop like a sack of flour to the ground.
Just then, one of the other crack heads from the apartment came out, "Hey, Marcus! Where you at?"
The kid reacted quickly, "He's around the corner puking his guts out, man. I think he needs some
help!" The white guy quickly ran around the corner to check on his friend running straight into
the Bouncer's arms as he wrapped his huge arms around his upper body and lifted him into the air.
Billy was sure to capture the surprised look on his face as the Bouncer hoisted him up into the
air and began to apply pressure. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!" the punk screamed as he felt the pressure against
his ribs building up. "LET GO MAN!" he screamed. The Bouncer just smiled as he looked into the
eyes of his new intended victim. He slowly began to apply more pressure and held back from
instantly crushing the punk as he wanted to have some bone crushing fun with him. Slowly, the
sounds of about three cracking ribs could be heard instantly followed by, "AAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!"
The Bouncer then released the punk and let him drop. He stood over the piece of shit with his
legs spread apart looking down at the victim holding on to his ribs and rolling around on the
ground in agony. The Bouncer then took aim with his right foot over the legs of the punk on the
ground and just began to STOMP away at him! POUNDING his massive muscular thighs into his legs
breaking bone after bone and causing the punk to flail and squirm and scream wildly in PAIN!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," "AAAAAAHHHH!!!" The Bouncer took turns stomping a few times with his right
leg and then with his left leg and laughing all the while, "Hehehehehe."
The kid standing guard couldn't believe his eyes. He watched as the Bouncer methodically just
stomped away at his victim and realized that the whole scene was becoming a huge turn on to him.
He enjoyed watching the Bouncer's massive muscles in action. He looked below and saw his hard-on
protruding from his own pants. He watched as the Bouncer stopped and just laughed at the punk
below, as if this was his own personal vendetta; and he loved it.
The Bouncer paused for a moment to look at the kid standing guard. "Keep your eyes on the street,
kid!" The kid quickly turned back to the street. The Bouncer then grabbed one of the arms of
the punk below and pulled him up but not completely. He wrapped his right arm around the arm of
the punk like a snake. He then put his left knee into the armpit of the punk and looked into the
camera of Billy's, "This is gonna be FUN!" The Bouncer then turned back to his punk victim and
began to pull and twist on the arm. The punk below could feel the tension on the socket of his
arm and his eyes grew wide with fear, "No man!" he screamed. Little did he know that his screams
only took the Bouncer to new heights of ecstasy. And, with that, the Bouncer just PULLED on the
arm! Billy and the kid could hear the socket pop out of joint! "SNAAAAP!" and the punk screamed
even louder, "AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!" as the intense pain was just too much for him. The Bouncer then
let the arm go and watched as it flopped down yet still attached by the skin and tissue. The punk
grabbed his shoulder with his good arm and lay down on his back and shaking intensely with pain.
"OH MY GOD! SOMEONE HELP ME!" But no one was around to hear his cries for help and the loud music
from his own apartment drowned out his plea anyway.
The Bouncer the grabbed him by his scraggly hair and pulled him up. He then wrapped his huge right
arm around the neck and chin of the punk with his huge bicep on the right side of his face and his
huge forearm on the left side. He whispered down into the punk's ear, "Ready for your big close-up?"
He then placed his left hand over the skull of the bastard and began to apply pressure! He laughed
and then Billy zoomed in as the Bouncer began to apply pressure and began squeezing on the jaw and
skull of the punk. With the punk's only good arm, he struggled and slapped at the Bouncer's powerful
arm trying to break free. But to no avail; the Bouncer only laughed at his feeble attempts.
Billy's camera caught the anguished look of pain on the punk's face as the Bouncer applied even
more pressure on his skull. The kid standing guard couldn't see clearly what was going on because
of the angle but soon he would hear with bone-crushing delight as Billy caught everything for
posterity. With the Bouncer's right arm holding the head steady, the Bouncer mercilessly applied
pressure on the skull, pushing it downward so that the jaw was jammed tight against the Bouncer's
arm. Unable to scream, the bastard made wincing noises as blood began to flow between his pursed
lips reflecting the jaw bone being crushed. Then, applying more pressure to the skull, the Bouncer
pushed even harder...until crackling noises could be heard and blood began to flow freely from the
nose and ears. Finally... SLAMMING his left arm down, as if squashing a zit, he crushed the skull
of the bastard...his blood squirting everywhere...even on the camera lens.
The Bouncer released the corpse and turned to the kid..."Let's go in and finish off the others!"
The kid looked at the Bouncer, unbelieving of what he had just witnessed. The Bouncer had a
seriously evil look in his eyes. The kid could see the Bouncer's lust for sadistic death...and
he liked what he saw. The Bouncer looked like he was on a mission as he marched toward the apartment
door. With his right leg, he blasted his way in. The door burst into splintering pieces!
In the living room, one of the two remaining punks sat stoned and dazed, "What the fuck?" were his
last words. The Bouncer quickly grabbed the punk and thew his body into the wall, back first
against the wall, tossing him like a rag doll. The kid watched awe-struck as the Bouncer picked
the punk up by the hair and stood him up against the wall. He then began relentlessly powering
his fists into him. One after another...POW! POW! POW!
After a while the Bouncer stopped and let the punk slide to the ground. At the moment, they
noticed a woman standing in the doorway of the bedroom, wearing only panties and a t-shirt. Her
face was emotionless as she continued to watch. The kid and Billy were both frightened for a
moment but the Bouncer wasn't phased as he reached over to grab the hair of the punk. The shit
was now bleeding from the mouth as his insides had been pulverized. However, he was so stoned
that he couldn't even put up a struggle. The Bouncer seemed bored. He then used his favorite
finishing move. He turned the shit around so that he faced the girl, placed his right hand under
the chin and his left hand behind the skull. He then smiled at the girl and then...SNAP! He quickly
twisted the man's neck!
The sound seemed to take the girl's breath away. But she didn't scream. Instead she said,
"Can you do that to this son-of-a-bitch in here? Without hesitation, the Bouncer made his
way toward the bedroom. She stood aside as the big man entered the room. The last remaining
bastard lay across the bed on his stomach passed out. The Bouncer clasped his hands to form
a hammer as he stood over the bed and raised his arms into the air. Using all the strength of
his mighty lats, he sent his hammer SLAMMING into the lower back of the bastard! "AAAWWWWWWWWWW!"
the bastard said as he was rudely awaken. Without mercy, the Bouncer grabbed the hair of the punk
and pulled him off the bed and onto the floor, dropping him as if he were trash. The punk was naked
but fully awake now as he tried to reach for his lower back and in serious pain. The Bouncer began
to stomp on his back with one foot followed by another. "Jump on him!" came the demand from the
girl still standing near the door. What a wonderful idea , the Bouncer thought as he lept into
the air and came smashing down on the upper and lower back of the bastard. "CRRRRRAAAAAACKKKKK"
could be heard loudly and clearly throughout the room. "Fuck him up, PLEASE fuck him up!" she
pleaded. The Bouncer then picked up the bastard who was flailing around on the ground. He
looked in the mirror above the dresser, "Damn, what a picture!" he said as he saw his huge
muscle-bound body holding on to the bleeding and broken bastard. He then hurled the bastard face
first into the mirror causing it to break into a million pieces. "AAAAWWWWW." Was all the punk
could muster before his head hit the glass.
The punk flopped to the ground. He was still alive, but a completely bloody mess. The Bouncer
then straddled the punk over what was left of his torso. He got down on his knees over the twitching
body. He placed his right hand on the side of the skull and then placed his left hand over the
right hand. Billy moved around so that he was facing the Bouncer and caught the Bouncer's expression.
He smiled and began to breath hard...and then, SLAM! Crushed his skull.
The girl tried to sneak out, slipping past the kid who also stood in the doorway watching the
scene. But she wasn't fast enough as the kid grabbed her arm, "What do we do with her?" The
Bouncer stood up and looked down at her. "You leave her to me. Billy, I won't need you to
film this." With that, Billy stopped filming and immediately headed out the door, "Come-on kid,
let's get outta here." The kid pushed the girl into the Bouncer's grasp. She looked up at
the Bouncer, "What are you going to do to me?" He smiled as he looked down at her, "What do
you want me to do to you?" As the kid left the room, he glanced back to see her smiling up
at him. He knew what she wanted.
As Billy and the kid waited in the car, the kid asked, "What do you think he's doing to her?"
Billy smiled, "Oh, I think he's giving her the fuck of her life."
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