Stealing Gets You Ahead

MY GYM, MY RULES

STEALING GETS YOU AHEAD

by

Dean the Destroyer

The one thing that pisses me off is stealing.  And stealing at my gym is even worse.  And stealing from my friends, well that tops it off.  So, stealing from my friends in my gym is the top mistake.  Anyway, did I mention stealing pisses me off?


Robbie and Mike were just checking out the gym, two relatively tall good-looking guys, but definitely rednecks.  Not that the gym is highbrow, but these two were definitely from the foothills.  Robbie was tall, 6-foot 1 and weighed in at 200 pounds; his buddy Mike was just as tall 6-foot even and weighed 189 pounds.  Both were solid thinly muscled lanky natural bodybuilder types and fortunately had outdoorsy good looks.  Polite and friendly I dismissed them as wannabes, not big enough to make a statement yet more muscled than your average joe. 

While wondering around the gym, I realized the conversation at the smith machine seemed rather loud even coming from Chris and Wayne.  After Chris racked the 315 pounds, he was doing lunges with, he turned and got into my face, “some asshole stole my wallet out of the locker! What are You going to do about it”?

My response is as calm and calculated as always, “Chris if you don’t want to start working out at the local physical rehab center suggest you get out of my face.”  Within a turn of the head four or five BIG guys were standing around the smith machine, arms crossed and looking rather protective of me.

“Sorry man, it’s just that some goof stole both of our wallets and now we have to cancel credit cards, replace driver’s licenses and all that crap, it’s just the hassle, plus the money”, Wayne commented as he pushed Chris back away from me.   I nodded at the BIG guys and back to their workouts they went, all keeping one eye on me. 

“Chris, Wayne, I have known you guys for the last 9 months and I told you early on if you ever needed anything to just come talk to me.  If your wallets got stolen out of the locker room within the last week, we would have that on tape, the surveillance cam records for a week, we could go view them anytime you want.”  Chris and Wayne, two fine studs, both stood just at the 5-foot 11-inch mark and both weighted around 245 pounds; Chris served in the Marines and was forward and rough.  Handsome, with a chin line beard that connected to his outline goatee this set his square jaw off, a bear of a guy, full dark hair covered his body.  Strong, rough and tough that described Chris. 

Wayne is equally strong, (maybe the stronger of the two, but don’t tell Chris) handsome, too.  A blonde buzz cut topped Wayne’s childlike smooth face, for 26 years old he looked like he would have trouble growing a beard, the little bit of hair on Wayne’s body was blonde and barely visible.  Calmer and quieter, Wayne had an explosiveness in him that I had only seem once, and I knew he could fight.

As we scanned the tapes, I noticed several things, like the lack of attention the cleaning crew gave to the tops of the lockers. Damn they were dusty.  Then we caught it, two guys putting their stuff into a locker on the right-hand side of the room, coming back a few minutes later and getting something out of a locker on the left-hand side.

Zooming in and playing the tape over and over again the two guys were clearly describable, yep, Robbie and Mike, the two guys “just checking out the gym.”



“Congratulations Robbie, you and Mike won a free 6 month trial membership here at the gym and you each get a free workout session with two of my best trainers” I told Robbie over the phone, “can you stop by, in workout clothes, tomorrow evening so we can do the paperwork and get you started on that workout program I had talked to you about?”

“Hell yea, we will be there, for 6 free months of membership, we will be ready for your girlie trainers to show us around.” Robbie seemed rather arrogant about his ability but we will see what happens.

I personally showed the new members around the gym and then we went towards the racquetball courts, after I explained the game to them we moved onto the ring court, impressed with this we then walked onto the padded court, automatically Mike got a boner and walked around occasionally putting a shoulder into the padding to get a feel for the room.

    “Oh, and here are your personal trainers now, “as Chris and Wayne walked into the court.  I motioned the two big cats into the room.  Realization struck Robbie and Mike, by looking at the driver’s licenses, it was their wallets they had stolen, but did we know?  That is what they could not figure out. 

   As Wayne and Chris took of their shirts, I knew both Robbie and Mike, realized their mistake, they had violated the wrong guys’ personal belongings.  The wannabes took off their shirts to expose their hairless thinly muscled chests.  I exited and went up to my observation deck to view the “training session”.  The big studs wore black ankle high doc martins and black square cut, ass-hugging, basket showing shorts, that creeped up for they could not cover the powerful quads. While the two new members wore baggy Umbro soccer shorts, and Otomix lifting boots.

   Chris eyed Robbie and started walking towards him, Mike stepped forward but realized Wayne had a bead on him, but just a little too late. POW.  A flying shoulder block tackles Mike.   As those two tumble, Chris and Robbie lock up, as Robbie’s back hits the wall, he slipshod the side and it is Chris whose back is against the wall now.  A forearm down across Chris’s furry. massive chest hardly rattles the big buck, a quick reversal and it is now Robbie on the receiving end of a forearm, then a solid fist to the midsection and Robbie is winded, an open hand backslap has Robbie reeling. 

   Standing Robbie up against the padded wall, chest first, Chris plants several forearms in the small of his back, right in the kidneys.  Kicking his feet apart, Chris drives the point of his knee into Robbie’s nuts from behind.  As he straightens up from the pain, Chris’s big paw grabs him by his hair and slams his forehead into the wall several times.

   While Chris is having his fun, Wayne has gotten Mike is a full arm drag and twist and by applying pressure to the bent back wrist he is controlling his opponent.  One hand controls the wrist, one clutches the top of his head.  The right toe of Wayne’s doc martins is making contact, first to Mike’s gut then his chest and back again. Several alternating shots and Mike is down on one knee, it is then that he sees the top lacing of Wayne’s left shoe coming full force at his face, no time for protection and the kick snaps Mike’s head back and leaves him on the mat starring at the ceiling.  Wayne grabs the guy by the back of his head and with a downward thrust of his boot, the protruding lace eyelets cut across Mike’s forehead, leaving him bleeding and in pain. Seizing the opportunity both Wayne and Chris, drag Robbie into the middle of the room by his heels, kick his hands to his side, step on his wrists and proceed to alternately stomp the hell out of Robbie’s nuts. Three shots each, six stomps total, and Robbie is about to pass out from the pain. 

   Mike’s forehead is bleeding and has pulled himself into the corner, sitting upright he is trying to catch his breath and figure out how to get out the door unnoticed.  His position in the corner has caught the eye of Chris and Wayne; in the blink of an eye Wayne breaks toward Mike and slides foot first into the corner.  This baseball style slide puts Wayne’s heel directly into Mike’s crouch, now in the fetal position Mike is rethinking parenthood. 

   The big paw of Wayne pulls the battered stud by the hair into the center of the court and lets him drop face down, striping Mike down to his French cut, tight gray jockey underwear, Chris decides he wants to do the honors.  With one big hand on the small of Mike’s back, Chris repositions Mike’s package so that his nuts are obvious.  Wayne drops an elbow to the back of Mike’s head and lies across the trapped studs’ shoulders.  From where Chris sits, he has a clear shot on Mike’s nuts and fist after fist connect with the big ball sack.  Mike can do nothing but bite into the mat and hope the beating will end soon.  Chris drives four big fists into those nuts, stands up grab’s Mike’s ankles, bends his legs back towards his own head and drive one more big kick into Mike’s nuts, the force was so great Wayne, who was still laying on Mike’s back moved a foot across the mat.  With one stud down the attention now turned to finishing off Robbie.

   Speaking of Robbie, the kid is crawling his way towards the door, one body length shy of escape; he suddenly gets seized by his ankles, and pulled away from the door.  Quickly flipped over on to his back and big Chris is sitting on Robbie’s hamstrings, “I’m not done with you bitch!” roars Chris. 

   Wayne’s flying fist connects with Robbie’s forehead and sends a tremor through his battered body.  Stripping Robbie down, Chris and Wayne also remove those tight black square cut shorts exposing their big hadrons.  Repositioning themselves on top of Robbie, Wayne is on his chest with his big dick right in Robbie’s face.  Chris has pushed Robbie’s legs up exposing his asshole and proceeds to mount the kid.  A backhand slap gives Wayne the opportunity to shove his thumbs between Robbie’s teeth and force his mouth open. 

   Now both Wayne, who is face fucking Robbie and Chris, who is butt fucking Robbie pick up the rhythm and verbal abuse.  “Come on bitch, you steal from me and I will steal your dignity.  Take it itch.  Swallow me you little thief.”  After two or three minutes of this verbal and physical abuse both dominant guys blow their load. Robbie is left gagging on Wayne’s salty cum.  Dripping with sweatband cum, our big trainers can now do Mike. 

   Begging forgiveness, Mike is crying.  No luck, it’s Wayne’s turn to drive his meaty cock up the tight ass of Mike, pinned face down with the big buck on his butt Mike has nowhere to go.  As Wayne plows away, Chris traps Mike is his big quads and tortures him with a tight leg scissors.  Chris’s legs are wrapped around Mike’s upper back and he is humping his shoulder blades, Wayne is using Chris’s shoulders for leverage and is driving deep into Mike’s ass.  The rape of Mike takes longer than that of Robbie, but finally Wayne shoots a second load and Chris reaches climax.  With a Chris’s full load shot into Mike’s hair, Chris rubs his hand in it and then proceeds to force his hand into Mike’s face, “lick it you little bitch,” he orders.  As Wayne and Chris dry off with their opponent’s shorts, Robbie stirs and gets himself up on all fours.  I walk into the court grab the punk under his chin, bring him up to a kneeling position, advise him that stealing from my friends pisses me off, I then kick him squarely in the nuts and then proceed to deliver a violent downward right fist across Robbie’s cheek which puts him out for the night.   

   “Guys I cannot replace your wallets but I hope you now realize what those big guys who respect me, and protect me, know, I will always take care of my friends.” I said shaking their hands.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE THIRD FIGHT AS MUCH AS I DID, WAIT FOR THE NEXT RING MATCH, IT PITS PRETTY BOY MUSCLE STUD DEREK AGAINST RON, A BEAR OF A GOOD GUY.