Mang,
some time ago I was in contact with Calif. Kid about his first story
"Miami Fight Club" which I thought was a really good story. He sent
it to me before posting it and I suggested beefing up the fight scenes. He
suggested I do that myself. I think I have found an avenue to do that while
maintaining integrity with the original author. Here is my view from ....
Another
Perspective (See Miami Fight Club by California Kid) With permission of
original author.
Another
Perspective
by
Gym Dude
You’ve
seen the bumper sticker, “Shit Happens” and sometimes it even happens to ME. I
just don’t understand it. I mean, I’m the kind of guy who is supposed to have
everything go my way. Growing up on the farm in Nebraska was great with lots of
hard work in the sunshine followed by plenty of good food. Guys like me grow up
big and strong. The sun lightened my hair and tanned my body to the point that
the girls couldn’t keep their hands off me. My high school years were the kind
of thing most guys only read about. Playing football and wrestling meant that I
just about lived in the weight room and my body showed it. Big, blond and
ripped, who could ask for more?
Early in my high school years I discovered Karate. Football, wrestling and weightlifting made it tough to keep up with my Karate training, but I managed, earning my Black Belt by my Junior Year. After high school I couldn’t find an outlet for my competitive edge and the long Nebraska winters were starting to get to me. It wasn’t long before I packed up the truck and headed for the beaches of sunny Florida.
Florida
was made for men like me but I still needed to make some money. I believe in
starting at the top so after a little research I picked out the best gym in
town and signed up as a personal trainer. My black Under Armor T-shirt and a
snug pair of shorts was all the resume’ I needed and I pretty much had the job
from the time I walked in the door.
The
money was good but still not giving me the standard of living I deserve so I
talked them into letting me start a series of kickboxing classes. The men’s
classes gave me an unlimited number of fresh opponents to work on and the gal’s
class provided a long list of ladies “to work on”. What’s not to like?
It
wasn’t long before SHE walked in. Hanna was one hot looking chick who enjoyed
the workout from my class just about as much as she loved my body. I swear she
couldn’t keep her hands off me. I finally started to time her just to see how
long it would take from the front door until she found some excuse to run her
hands down my rippling abs or to try to see if her hands would fit around my
bulging biceps, of course they never did.
Normally,
I like to be in the driver’s seat but when she suggested I meet her for lunch
at a nearby resort it seemed like a really good idea. I’ll admit that women
find me irresistible but it still caught me by surprise when she slipped her
warm hand inside my t-shirt, her fingers traveling along every cut of my
washboard abs before sliding a room key into the waistband of my Calvin’s.
Something like that makes it hard for even ME to concentrate on lunch.
Needless
to say, we had dessert in the room and it was VERY good. I was not looking for
a long-term relationship and I didn’t know if that was what she had in mind as
Hanna started pouring out her life story, including that she wanted to leave
her boyfriend but was just waiting for the right time. To tell the truth, I was
only half listening. I tried to let her know I was only interested in fun and
games, nothing long-range but I don’t think she was listening to me anymore
than I was to her, which by then wasn’t much.
Hanna
and I got together for ‘dessert’ a few times and I have to admit that it made
for a nice break in the day. We’d romp in the sack for an hour or so then I’d
head back to the gym for my usual workout before training sessions with
clients.
It
was during one of my workouts that I met one of our new members named Troy. He
seemed like an OK guy, about my age, and in fairly athletic condition. I
mentioned that the dude would look great with another 20 or 30 pounds of muscle
and he seemed really interested. The guy asked about my exercise routine and we
chatted a while about my old high school days wrestling and playing football.
Troy was especially interested in my martial arts training and the guy really
lit up when I let him know I had won some tournaments back in Nebraska but
hadn’t been here long enough to look into local action.
Troy
told me about a club in Miami where they let guys fight it out for prize money
and the two of us decided to hook up Saturday and he’d show me what it was
like. It sounded great to me since with my size, power, speed and conditioning
there are not many guys who can stay in a fight with me for very long.
The
more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to Saturday night. If this
place was anything like Troy described, it could be a good source for the extra
money I need to keep going here. Troy drove us to the club. He had said it was
casual so we were both wearing Levis. Troy was wearing a tailored dress shirt
with three buttons opened and I had on a ribbed pullover that did very little
to hide the muscles underneath. The two of us made the desired impression
walking in the door. Troy seemed to know his way around and we got a table not
far from the dance floor.
Two
fairly well-built guys are going at it in some kind of a fight. Neither seemed
to be very good but they both were able to give and take some pretty good
shots. It was fun to watch but finally one guy lucked out with a great right
hand. He caught his man coming in and dropped the dude. I give the guy credit,
he made it back to his feet but had no real defense. The other guy took a
little time with some fierce body shots that got the crowd excited and gave me
an idea of what these people wanted. There wasn’t much left of the one dude
before the other guy hit him with another big right leaving his man KO’d and
face down on the floor. All in all, it was pretty cool. I was enjoying myself
so much I’m not even sure how many drinks we’d had by then but Troy was egging
me on to keep up with him.
While
we poured down the booze, we watched two or three more so-called fights that
were not entirely different from the first but every bit as interesting. The
guys all put up a good battle, but it was clear to see that none were really
trained fighters. What they lacked in skill they made up for in guts.
While
they cleaned up after the fight, this guy in a suit takes the floor. He
introduces himself as the club owner and announces a “Challenge” match. Any two
guys in the club can fight and the club will pay the winner a grand! Damn, that
sounded inviting. Troy punched me in the shoulder and asked if I wanted to
fight. “Shit dude!” I exclaimed, “Look at this body! I’d have you for lunch!
You really want to fight ME?” I asked astounded.
Troy
just laughed at the thought of fighting a man like me and pointed out the lack
of training these guys show. “Dude! There isn’t a man in this place who can
stand up to you. This is easy money, Man!” I thought about it for a moment, I
could really use the money. Before I could say a word, Troy was shouting
“Here’s your man!” and started pointing at me.
The
dude with the microphone took one quick look at me and wasn’t going to let that
get away he knew a good show when he saw one. “Come on up here, Stud!” he
shouted, “No shirts, belts or shoes are allowed.” I stepped on the floor and
pulled off my shirt. Damn, I thought the place was going to go crazy. The gals
were screaming and the guys were stunned at the sight of a body like mine under
the lights. There was simply no comparison with the men they had seen
previously, not that those guys were not in good shape but none came remotely
close to my chiseled physique. I shed my cowboy boots and socks and took my
place on the floor barefoot in just my jeans.
I
shook out my arms and legs to loosen up and the place went nuts again. After
the cheers and admiration started to die down the guy got their attention
again, “who wants to fight the pretty boy?” There was a lot of laughing and
joking as guys tried to get their buddies to step up and face me but none
seemed to be that dumb. Finally, there was motion between the tables in back as
one man began moving forward. “Go get him, Carlos” someone yelled and there
were a few cheers from his end of the room.
Carlos
was like me, standing about 6’2” and a little heavier. He looked Cuban and had
some kind of bandana on his head with jeans and a white t-shirt. He pulled off
his shoes and socks then stepped on the floor and took his time stretching out
of his t-shirt. The dude had a bunch of tattoos but more importantly Carlos had
the build of a bodybuilder. This guy had obviously spent some time in the gym!
I’ve fought more than my share of big, strong guys and know how to take these
dudes down. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of all this muscle in the same
place preparing to face off. I start seeing money going down on the tables as
the audience made their predication on the outcome.
The
owner knew what the audience liked and asked us to pose and show off our buff
muscular bodies. I was sure as hell not opposed to that since it gave me a good
chance to put the fear of God into this guy. I pulled into a “most muscular”
pose and the place went bonkers over my muscular build and razor-sharp
definition. All of a sudden, I heard the guys utter this long, “OOOOOOOOHH”. I
turned and the big Cuban was cranking out a double biceps shot that was
incredible. This guy’s arms were bigger than mine and his chest was freaking
huge! Carlos’ pecs stood out like a shelf and his lats looked thick and
powerful. While my abs have that deep cut, washboard look, this man’s abs
looked like carved blocks of granite.
Not
to lose the crowd I locked in my own double-biceps showing off the muscular
power of my back. While not as huge as the hunk before me, my superior
definition got the attention of the audience, but enough for the warm-up. It
was time for the real show.
Carlos
slowly moved toward me with his fists up as I began to dance around and loosen
up. His head tucked down and eyes up the muscular Cuban took on the look of a
dangerous fighter, his form more resembled that of an Army tank made out of
solid muscle. I moved around him taking my time. This guy doesn’t know he’s in
against a Kickboxer and Karate champion. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,
wait, yes it will! I laugh at the thought and wish I could share the joke, but
I’ll be sharing with the big bodybuilder soon enough!
I
can only imagine what those big arms could do to a man if Carlos ever got him
locked up and I will do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen to me! The
mighty Cuban unloaded one of his massive guns my way and I easily ducked under
his punch and delivered a solid right to his side. I’m sure I didn’t do much
damage but Carlos surprised me with an elbow to my chest. I didn’t think the
big man could move that fast. Before he could get set, I delivered a solid kick
to his block-wall abs only to discover that those muscles were even harder and
stronger than they looked, and that was considerable.
Unhurt
and with both massive fists loaded for bear the muscle machine closed in again.
It was early in the fight, but I wanted to make sure the big bodybuilder knew enough
to stay away from me so as he came in I caught Carlos with a solid right upside
the head and as he leaned back to deprive me of a target I slammed a hard left
jab to the center of the muscleman’s face. I could see his eyes glaze over for
a few seconds as Carlos peddled back out of range, a trickle of blood flowing
from his smashed nose. His guard up, the big man peered between his readied
fists his tongue licking the crimson liquid. As his bearings returned, Carlos
tasted blood, HIS blood. The massive Cuban’s brown eyes began to twinkle as he
began to smile.
As
he moved forward, the muscleman spoke for the first time, “Nice punch, Hot
Shot. I’ve got some surprises for you too! Have your fun while you can, because
I’m going to crush your muscle-bound pretty-boy body until you can’t even
breathe! They are going to have to carry what little is left of you out of
here, I hope to hell you’ve got a ride!”
I
could see how this muscular stud could really hurt a man and certainly didn’t
intend to give him a chance to fulfill his dreams. I’ve dropped bigger men and
I’d finish this man if he was dumb enough to get in range again.
Carlos
flexed his powerful upper body as he carefully closed in. I knew the sharp
definition of my hard-muscled physique intimidated the hell out of any man who
dared to fight me and this big bodybuilder would be no different. He already
knew I could hurt him I just needed to show him how much!
Once
again, the powerful Cuban unloaded with his massive right fist, his muscular
body twisted toward me. I had more than enough time to duck under his big arm,
sweeping his legs and dropping the he-man to the floor. The Cuban was far more
agile than I expected a big man to be and as he gained his footing and began to
stand the big stud delivered a full-force right fist between my legs!
Shit!
I heard my own screams bouncing off the walls as my hands dropped instinctively
to protect what had already been nearly destroyed! I could no longer control
the muscles in my body as my knees buckled while the muscleman delivered an
equally devastating left fist dead on target. I dropped to the floor like a
sack of wheat unable to breathe, unable to think about ANYTHING but agony.
I
could hear the audience cheering for my opponent. This crowd loved to see some
guy get his ass kicked but I was the one who was supposed to give them what
they wanted! I was barely aware of my surroundings as Carlos grabbed my head
with one massive hand and gripped my aching crotch with the other. The mighty
he-man closed his fist crushing my aching balls as he easily lifted my helpless
physique above his head parading his screaming opponent around the floor for
all to see. It must have been an impressive sight with all his massive
bodybuilder muscles flexed while holding the damaged broken-down body of the
hard-muscled fighter over-head! Carlos finally stopped in the middle of the
floor and I didn’t have to wait to find out why. In one smooth easy motion, the
he-man twisted my big body down directing my back across his outstretched knee!
The shock and pain would have exceeded the agony of my broken-down balls if it
were not for the fact that the big man’s death grip crushed down even tighter,
his big right hand moving to my neck pressing my powerful body down into the painful
hold even harder. His grip across my neck made it nearly impossible to breathe
but I had much greater worries at the time.
Carlos
held me in his torturous hold for what seemed forever while I could only squirm
in complete agony. Totally as a reflex action I pounded the stud’s massive arm
and shoulder muscles but another flex sent me arching backwards screaming in
pain. I desperately tried to breathe in reflex action but only short screams
came out.
“AAAAGGHHHH!
AARGGGGH! UUUUUGGHH!” I was sure my spine would splinter at any moment and I
was reasonably positive my balls would never work again! Once again the big man
spoke, his booming voice sounded like that of God! “Some big tough fighter you
are! You show up flexing your pretty-boy muscles and think you’re going to
scare every man out of fighting you? Well, let’s just see how fucking tough you
ARE!”
Carlos
gripped both hands again and I thought my life was over. Showing off the power
in his massive bodybuilder muscles the mighty Cuban lifted my nearly 200-pound
frame then stood for a moment before smashing my helpless body to the hard
wooden floor. The impact nearly finished me off. While my battered body arched
in distress the he-man stomped his heel into my nearly relaxed abs. I have
always trained my abdominals hard and it is rare that any man has been able to
punch or kick me hard enough to make much of a dent but this night was
different. I was sure Carlos had destroyed my manhood, my entire body was
racked with pain and my prize abdominals were providing very little protection.
I lost count of how many times his foot smashed into my gut but I know my
picture perfect washboard abs gave way after the first few stomps. Every blow
after that felt like it penetrated clear to my spine!
I
struggled to rise but my muscular body could no longer move. Every muscle
strained merely to survive! I knew I had to get back in this fight but as I
tried to bend up, I found my abdominals were completely destroyed! The pain
from my broken balls radiated through my body robbing me of any remaining
strength or will to continue!
The
Cuban bodybuilder laughed at his total destruction of the blond muscleman at
his feet while the crowd cheered as he walked around flexing his massive
muscles for his adoring fans. The muscleman walked in a circle around my
helpless body while he admired the destruction his muscles had caused.
Stark
fear gripped my very being as the big man gripped my feet pulling my once
powerful legs high in the air. The audience had become a blood-thirsty mob
erupting in cheers as Carlos smashed is big right foot between my legs. My body
would no longer react as I bounced partially forward before collapsing back to
the hardwood floor. To my shock and horror, I became painfully aware that the
hunk muscleman was not done with me yet!
In
a clear demonstration that the man’s massive muscles were not just for fist
fighting, Carlos spun around my tangled legs securing a figure four leg lock.
Flexing his massive rock-solid leg muscles caused blinding pain before the hold
was even locked down. In panic I screamed helplessly while the crowd went
absolutely ballistic! With no defense I could only pound the floor with my
fists. Nothing I could do would diminish the overwhelming pain. I knew beyond
any doubt that my legs would shatter at any moment. The big Cuban grinned in
delight at the muscular fighter in his grip, begging and pleading and screaming
for release. It was only after my throat was raw that he relented and released
his killer grip.
I
lay there helpless, totally defeated at the hands of the massive bodybuilder.
Carlos walked around the floor while women and men alike ran their hands across
his flexed, hard-muscled arms, chest and abs. I couldn’t move. Exhausted, I was
only relieved that the beating was over. It had been so long since I had lost a
fight, I wasn’t sure I even knew how. Now I knew. My body, my will, my
resistance, my very spirit lay shattered and broken on the floor.
With
tears streaming down my face I could make out the owner as walked over to
Carlos and the big man nodded back. As the muscular Cuban approached me again,
I experienced total terror! For the first time I feared for my life at the
hands of another man!
The
big bodybuilder wrapped one big callused hand around my neck and easily lifted
my broken body from the floor as he would one of the gigantic barbells he must
have pressed thousands of times in the gym.
Carlos
spun me around pressing my back to his rock-solid chest with such force it felt
as though I had hit a brick wall! The big man’s left arm slid under mine as he
released his right hand from the front of my neck and secured it solidly behind
my head with both hands now pressing forward. I could not have resisted the
he-man’s powerful Full-Nelson if I had been completely rested. This man’s
muscles felt like they were crafted from case-hardened steel and as they flexed,
they grew and grew while my lean-hard muscled frame could only bend in painful
compliance. Carlos laughed in my ear as he lifted my defeated body from the
floor, “Now I’m going to CRUSH you, Tough Guy!”
I
tried desperately to submit, to beg, to plead to do ANYTHING to make the
muscleman stop but nothing worked. I tried to flex my own considerable
weight-trained shoulder and chest muscles but I was overcome by weakness in the
face of total conquering POWER! My agonized body was forced to press harder and
harder against the thick wall of steel-like unyielding human muscle while the
crowd screamed like a pack of wolves. They had been given my total destruction
and they wanted MORE!!!
The
powerful Cuban must have fought many fights before as he knew exactly how far
he could take a man and still keep him conscious. Just as I was about to drift
off, Carlos released me from his crushing hold allowing me to crumple to my ass
on the floor before him. I felt the thick muscle of his flexed thigh as it
pressed into my back, the abrasive fabric of his jeans tearing at my skin.
“You
don’t fight worth SHIT little man!” he scoffed in my ear. I’ve grown weary of
your weakness!” With that the big stud wrapped one massively muscled arm around
my neck while the other secured purchase on my head. I was being smothered in a
cocoon of solid muscle but it would only be a second before those muscles began
to flex and grow. I could feel the bodybuilder’s massive frame as he laughed at
my plight while his rock-solid muscles crushed relentlessly against my neck and
head. There was no fight left in me as my entire world began to slow just
before my very existence faded to darkness.
It
was over. Later that night
I
could feel cold vinyl against my back as my world very slowly began to come
back to me. I was bouncing around and it was dark, nothing was making sense.
HURT! OH SHIT, I HURT! Fuck! Everything in my body hurts! OH Damn, My Balls! My
freaking balls are on fire! OH GOD my back! It feels broken but it can’t be, my
legs are still working, OH SHIT my legs! My knees, my hips, my damn abs are
barely working!
Nothing
makes sense! Where the hell AM I? The car bounced to a stop and the back door
opened with a blinding light in my eyes. I could hardly move but could make out
Troy’s smiling face. “What the hell?” I asked.
“Damn,
Big Guy. It’s about time you came around. You had me worried.”
“AAARRRRGH!”
I moaned as he tried to pull me upright. “I feel like shit!”
“Yeah,
I’m not really surprised at that. You really got worked over, Man. I’m really
sorry.”
“Well
buddy, you’re not as sorry as I am!” I confessed.
“I
got to tell you, Big Guy. After you told me about being a Karate champion and
this big bad kickboxing trainer and after hearing how great you did in high
school wrestling and playing football, I just figured with a great body like
yours, there was nobody in the place would last two minutes with you. I mean,
DAMN! That guy really kicked your ASS!”
“Hey,
come on.” I tried to interject but he kept on.
“That
was incredible! I gotta say even with all your muscle and fighting skill the
one kick and few punches you got in did you no good AT ALL. You two guys were
about the same size and yet he took you to the CLEANERS! That dude wiped up the
floor with your tight muscle-bound body! I’ve never seen anything like it”
“Alright!”
I said in disgust, “Enough already, unless you want a taste of these muscles
too!” I put the dude on notice.
“Whoa,
Big Guy.” He pleaded. “Don’t get down on my case. After all, I’m the one who
saved your ass from the dumpster!”
“What?”
I asked, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“It’s
like this.” Troy helped me sit up in the back seat of the car as he explained,
“After Carlos beat the crap out of your big, tough body and took his time
knocking you out with his killer sleeper hold, the dude still wanted to show
off for the ladies. He pulled your unconscious frame up and slapped you around
but you didn’t wake up. “NO BOTHER!” the bodybuilder yelled to the crowd then
bent down and pulled your big buff body across his shoulders. Carlos went on to
flex his massive arms and chest while he pulled down on your legs and jaw. I’ve
never seen a body bend so far without breaking. You were moaning even though
you were out cold. It was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen in a fight, I’m
just sorry it was happening to a buddy of mine.”
“Some
buddy. Where is the part about you jumping in to help me?”
“That’s
coming. Just hold your horses. Carlos spent some time walking around the room
bending your helpless body on his massive shoulders as though you were a
pretzel and when he was done, he didn’t even drop you, he just headed out the
back door. There was a line of really big guys back there so I split out the
front and ran around the building. I got back just in time to see the big
bodybuilder military press you over his head then toss your broken down body
into the dumpster. You were so out of it, if I hadn’t been there you would
probably gotten hauled off with the trash in the morning. I’m the guy who
pulled you out and got you in the car. I got to admit you are one big man. I
sure could have used a muscleman like you to help with the lifting tonight!”
“Well,
that sure explains why I hurt so damn much. I’ve never had a man pull such a
cheap shot so early in a match. I could have taken that dude in a fair fight.
That bastard!”
“Yeah.
But he’s one big, tough and really strong bastard. I gotta tell you, if you got
plans of a rematch, I WANNA BE THERE!”
I
tried to chuckle, “I don’t see anything like that in the near future. I’m just
saying I think I could have taken him down in a fair fight. But anyhow
Where the hell are we?”
“Oh
yeah. When I saw how beat up you were, I didn’t want to try to drive you all
the way home. A buddy of mine has a boat where we can spend the night. He’s
coming out in the morning and we can do some sailing and relax and loosen up
before heading back.”
“Damn,
right now sleep sounds like a great idea!” Troy helped negotiate me along the
dock and helped me get aboard a really nice sized cruiser. I flopped down on
the back seats and was out before Troy even got settled.
Every
move I made during the night would cause me to wake up in new pain and agony. I
was amazed that nothing seemed broken, except possibly my spirit. Each time I
would fall asleep I would relive the sight of Carlos’ massive muscles and the
pain he enjoyed inflicting on me. It was as though every time I dozed off, I
would get beat up again. I would awaken in a cold sweat but before long the
soft lapping of the water would cause me to drift off again.
The
marina was quiet and peaceful and the morning was beautiful. I could have slept
all day but Troy showed up with coffee and told me some buddies were on their
way over to go out on the water. I figured if I went back to sleep, I’d just
get beat up in my dreams again and who the hell needed that?
As
I struggled to the table it felt like every muscle in my body had been broken
down. Bruises were forming on my abs, chest and arms and I imagine everywhere
else. “Hey!” I yelled at Troy, “Where the hell are my shirt and boots?”
He
just smiled back “Damn, Dude. They got left behind when I ran outside to save
your sorry ass from whatever they were going to do to you when no one was
around as witnesses. I suppose I could have left you in the hands of that big
musclehead. I’ll tell you what, tonight before we leave town I’ll drive by the
club and you can see if they are still there. Hell, who knows, that bodybuilder
might be there and you can get a rematch? What do you say? Are you up for
that?”
I
began to understand his point, “Come to think of it, I’ve got more boots at
home.” I said sheepishly.
“I
thought you’d feel that way. But I got to tell you. Seeing you in the sunlight,
you got a really great body. I mean, Dude! You look as strong as steel and as
hard as nails. I don’t understand it! With your physique and all your fighting
skill, how did you let that guy beat the shit out of you like that? Sure, the
bodybuilder had bigger muscles but you got speed, strength and skill. It looked
like you never had a chance against Carlos and both of you guys were about the
same size. I don’t get it.”
I
knew Troy was on my side but everything he was saying was really pissing me
off, “I’ll tell you one more time, Dude. If it had been a fair fight, things
would have been very different and the big muscled bodybuilder would be the man
with his back to the floor.” As I spoke, I tried to flex my muscles as I would
normally to make such a point but I nearly screamed from the pain as my biceps
began to flex. There was no doubt, Carlos had done a job on me and recovery was
going to take some time. At least today will give me some time to relax and
heal in the warm sun. Damn, I love Florida!
My
buddy Troy stretched out in the sun and we started shooting the shit, “Yep, no
place like it, great weather and incredible women. With your looks and that body,
you must have met dozens by now.”
I
told him about meeting Hanna in my kickboxing class and that we hit it off
really fast and were in the hay by lunchtime. The dude was impressed and we
both had a good laugh about that.
After
a few cups of coffee, I was starting to feel a little better. Every muscle in
my body still hurt like hell but they were at least beginning to work a little
bit again. Just stretching hurt like hell. I just hoped that the rest of the
day would get better.
Casting
off
Finally,
I see two men walking down the dock toward the boat. Troy’s two friends jump on
board and Troy handles the introductions. The guys are friendly and we start
chatting as Troy gets the boat ready to cast off. Sam is a contractor and Frank
is a consultant. Both men seem to be in pretty good shape and I would expect
that from a contractor but the consultant is a big guy, taller than me and
heavier too. Ready for sailing, the guys are wearing swim trunks. Sam has on a
polo shirt and Frank a tank top, the stud has a remarkable build, even to my
standards.
“Damn,
Dude! It looks like you eat your Wheaties!” I exclaim in amazement. Frank
graciously returns the compliment “And I see you spend some time pumping iron
too.” Frank and I have quite a bit in common and don’t pay much attention to
Troy and Sam as we head south toward the Florida Keys. I feel better already
with the fresh air and open sea.
What
a beautiful area to have a boat. There are islands everywhere, some small,
others much larger. This is a fabulous area for diving. Before long Troy pulls
the cruiser up and drops anchor. With the motor off I can really appreciate the
quiet beauty of the place. Sam comes up with the idea of swimming over to the island.
My body is starting to work better and I think a little swim would be good for
me too. Troy tosses me a pair of board shorts which are a little snug on my
body but will work great for today. All four of us dive in and head for the
island.
The
white sand beach was untouched and we stretched out relaxing and letting the
warm sun dry us off. This will give me a chance to get to know Sam a little
better. We talk a while and Sam tells me he’s seeing this great chick that he
is crazy about. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a waterproof wallet. If
I’m gonna spend much time down here, I gotta get me one of those. Sam pulls out
a picture and calls me over closer, “Here, let me show you something.”
I
focus on the photo and immediately recognize Hanna, with her arm around Sam!
What the hell? Before I can say a word, Sam is my face! His entire tone has
changed!
“Recognize
her? She’s my girlfriend, punk!” He shouts and I suddenly get a chill. This is
all happening too fast. I start to feel the kind of panic I felt in the fight
with Carlos, an emotion that is not common for me.
Frank
reaches up and grips a big hand behind my neck, “I know that you fucked her in
Tampa and now we’re going to fuck YOU up.”
How?
What? When? A thousand questions race through my mind as I feel someone tap my
shoulder. I turn to see who it is just in time to catch a glimpse of Frank’s
massive fist a fraction of a second before it smashes into my jaw.
I
land face first in the sand, severely dazed from the power of the big guy’s
punch. I am pissed as my body moves into the fight mode but as I try to rise up,
I am overwhelmed with pain and agony, a grim reminder of the damage inflicted
by Carlos last night.
Frank
steps forward gripping an arm and a leg the big boy demonstrates his incredible
power by literally tossing me across the beach to a grassy area slightly above
the high water line.
”
Tear him apart Frank” I hear Sam cheer from behind me as Troy approaches from
my right. Wait, these guys are Troy’s friends! I can’t believe it! “Are you in
on this too?” Troy stands speechless as I try to regain my footing and Sam
provides the obvious answer, “He works for me you dumb ass hick”
I
stagger to my feet. The odds suck but I have no real choice here, “So it’s
three on one?”
Sam
laughs at my revelation; he’s really getting off on this. I see motion coming
from Frank but not in time to react as I take a hard kick to my head. My neck
and shoulder muscles erupt in pain as the force of the big man’s kick drives me
back to the ground. I’m in no condition to fight and this buff stud is sporting
size and muscle even beyond my own. Anger pushes back the pain as I stand and
face Frank’s rippling body again, this time I’m ready for him, “Let’s see you
try that again!” I yell.
Frank
is one big, strong stud and I’m hoping he is over-confident as well. The
muscular hunk has not seen anything from me in this one-sided battle so he
doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. I hang back and when Frank throws his next
mighty punch, I deliver a hard kick to his shin and a power left that drops the
muscleman to the grass then sweep in with three hard kicks to the stud’s ribs.
Most men I have fought would be about done by now but this ass-hole still has
enough going to grab my kicking foot throwing me off balance on my back.
Frank
is a much better fighter than I thought and the big man is on his feet and very
pissed. He is not moving like a man who has just taken some of my best shots.
The big man is on me before I can get up unleashing a kick like he is going for
a 50-yard field goal! Frank’s aim is deadly making contact right between my
legs! My already brutalized orbs explode in heart-stopping pain radiating
through my body leaving a hollow empty feeling everywhere! I reach for my
broken balls as an ear-piercing scream is wrenched from my throat.
“Uuuuuunnnng!
Unnnnccch! Arrrrrrgh! Is all I can get out as I feel a giant hand gripping my
curly blond hair. My muscular body hangs helpless in the muscleman’s grip as he
pulls me upright forcing me to look straight into his smiling face. My body is
broken, weak and useless following the terrible beating last night and the
destruction this big man has already unleashed upon me. “Please!” is all I can
utter as Frank wraps his heavily muscled arms around my waist locking a fist
into my lower back and lifting my body off the ground into his devastating bear
hug! There is no doubt that Sam is enjoying every painful moment as he shouts
in a sadistic laugh. “Squeeze the life out of him!”
Frank
has trained hard, developing a rock-solid physique with massive arm muscles
that feel more like cast iron. With each terrible flex the muscleman comes
closer to crushing my straining body to extinction! Each deep breath causes the
big man’s chest to expand increasing the pressure on my already badly damaged
frame. The combined effect from the two consecutive battles has brought me to a
level of pain beyond any previous comprehension! The man’s powerful arms are
compressing my sculptured chest forcing me to struggle for even the slightest
hint of oxygen! My own set of firm, finely crafted ab muscles press hard
against an unyielding mass of rock-solid power. I flex and strain with all my
muscle power and yet I’m unable to resist the unrelenting pressure. My lungs
are on fire as I feel consciousness slowly draining from me.
With
my body compressed so tightly against Frank’s massive chest I can feel the
vibration of his voice even before it thunders in my ear, “Shit, Sam! It
thought you said this guy was some really strong kickboxer. Damn, Dude! This
guy is WEAK! There is no way in HELL a wimpy dude like this could stand up to a
man like ME! Sure, he’s got some muscle on him, but some punk like this can’t
compete against my POWER! Hell, one more good flex from these guns and I’ll
snap this little man in two. How about it, Punk! Do you want me to show you
some REAL MUSCLE? Want me to break your back? And crush your ribs?”
I
know Frank has more than enough power to do whatever he wants. The pressure and
the pain are so great that I no longer care what he does, I just want it to be
over!
Sam
steps closer, enjoying every whimper from my battered body. He is appreciating
every agonized breath I struggle to take as though he is counting to see which
one will be my last, “I don’t care what you do with this worthless piece of
shit, just don’t kill him, at least not until I have a chance at him.
Suddenly,
the big muscleman releases his killer grip and while I am still in agony, at
least I CAN BREATHE! Exhausted, I start to drop to the ground but Frank’s left
fist to my jaw straightens me up and leaves me staggering before him.
“How
about it, Mr. Hardbody! You’ve got all those big ripped muscles and a
reputation as some bad-ass martial arts fighter. FIGHT ME! Show me what a big
tough guy you are!” Frank slams a short solid left jab to my forehead, not
enough to really hurt me, just something to get my attention. I am still barely
able to stand as I gasp for air as the muscleman’s right fist smashes into my
mouth. I feel like I’ve lost some teeth but I’m not quite sure. I taste the
coppery flavor of my own blood and it pisses me off. I make every effort to get
my arms up to defend myself just as Frank steps in and simply backhands me
across the face. “Look at this Pansy-Ass! Some big bad fighter! All the dude
can do is whimper when he gets locked up by a REAL man!”
Sam
laughs as I stumble forward and Frank nails me with a few hard punches to my
chest. My pec muscles are wasted from last night’s beating. I try to focus on
the man before me. Frank outweighs me by 30 pounds and that looks like 30
pounds of amazingly ripped muscle! I don’t know what kind of fighting
experience he has but the big dude has already demonstrated some good moves.
I’ve seen enough to suspect he’s pretty good.
My
muscles are nearly useless and I’m unable to block a single punch as the
muscleman takes his time firing fist after fist into my battered physique while
Sam cheers on my total physical destruction. Showing amazing speed for a big
man, Frank steps into me driving his right fist deep into my abdominals. My
washboard abs provide little resistance as his powerful punch forces its way
deeper and deeper into my body. My eyes bug out of my head as my jaw drops and
what little air I had been able to capture explodes out from every orifice it
can find!
I
double over and Frank locks my head between his powerful legs then flexes his
massive thighs exerting incredible squeezing force to my cranium. Before I even
know what is happening, I feel his powerfully muscled arms wrap around my
waist. The muscleman lifts me upside down as the blood rushes to my aching
brain. Holding me helpless just long enough for me to realize how much trouble
I am in, the big man drops forcing my head down into the soft grass with a pile
driver, then flops me over on my back like yesterday’s garbage. I can barely
focus as the big muscleman stands above me flexing his incredible body, “Come
on, Wimp! Get up and show me what a great fighter you are, IF YOU DARE to face
this body again!” Frank knows I am no threat, especially now.
Sam
steps forward, still laughing he looks down at my battered body. I can only
writhe in pain at his feet. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” He congratulates his
hired muscle, “But now it’s my turn to teach him a lesson! Pick up this piece
of shit and make sure he stays up!”
“My
pleasure.” Frank responds reaching down and pulling me from the ground like a
rag doll. The muscleman has no problem controlling my every movement as he
twists me around to face Hanna’s pissed off boyfriend.
“Let
me loosen up a little.” Sam smiles as he drops to the ground and starts
cranking out push-ups while Frank slides his muscled arms under mine and locks
his big hands behind my head. All the muscleman has to do is start to flex his
massive guns and his full-nelson nearly rips my shoulders from the sockets.
“AARRGGH!” is all I can get out before Sam is on his feet doing a little shadow
boxing. “Please man!” I can barely utter the words, “I didn’t know.”
“BULL
SHIT!” Sam explodes as he delivers an incredibly hard right fist deep into my
broken down gut. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know. You pretty boys ALWAYS know!
You think you’re such hot shit with your big ripped muscles and beach boy
blonde hair. You think every damn woman in the world is there for you and the
rest of us get the leftovers! Well, my buff muscular friend, I’ve got some
leftovers for you!”
All
day I had been so intent on Frank’s powerful build, I had not really noticed
that Sam has one hell of a body too. I can tell from his moves that Hanna
wasn’t kidding when she said he was a boxer and if his first punch is any
indication, this guy really knows how to hit! I struggle with all my might
against the muscleman holding me, it is real clear that I’m not going anywhere.
Frank’s thickly muscled body feels like a masonry wall! Sam moves in putting
his boxing skills to work powering fist after fist into my ripped abs. The
terrible beating last night coupled with the working over at Frank’s hands
didn’t leave much of my abdominal muscles but Sam proves his boxing prowess in
his relentless attack leaving my mid-section little more than mush.
While
I am gasping for breath, Sam’s last six punches drive so deep into my wasted
gut I am left gagging as this morning’s coffee is emptied in the sand at his
feet.
Sam
props my head back with his left fist and stares coldly into my watery eyes,
“Had enough pretty boy?” he asks, knowing I am no longer capable of a reply.
Frank adds to the pressure of his hold forcing my chest and shoulder muscles to
strain nearly to the breaking point. “UUUUUGGGHGHHHH!” is the only sound I can
make.
“I’ll
take that as a NO! THANKS, Buddy. I wasn’t really done with you anyhow. You
must think that buff body is indestructible! And I’m just the man to see if
you’re RIGHT!” Sam flexes his impressive body as he steps in close bending at
the knee and driving his powerful right fist between my legs! SHIT, I feel like
death all-over! After the destruction I had faced last night, I don’t think I
can take any more. I lose control of my legs and would collapse if my upper
body were not being crushed by the power-house stud behind me, enjoying every
moment himself.
Sam
starts laughing like a maniac has he powers fist after fist to my crotch! “Here
you go, Pretty Boy! I’ll make sure you don’t screw my girl or any other EVER
AGAIN!”
“UUGHH!
AAAGGGH! OOOGGHGH!” Fist after powerful fist unloads on what was left of my
balls, each punch delivering an explosion of pain the likes of which I had
never even imagined! Frank continues increasing the force of his fearsome grip
but the pain of my muscles tearing is nothing compared to the damage to my
manhood.
Working
up a sweat himself, at long last Sam reigns in his cannons and stands like a
conqueror before his helpless victim. “Had enough yet, Muscle Stud?”
Frank
adds even more power to his full-nelson ramming my jaw into my chest for even
more emphasis. In desperation I can barely speak, “No more. Please. No
more.”
Sam
smiles at my total and utter defeat. I had screwed his girl and he has paid me
back, in spades! I may never be able to screw again!!!”
Sam
taps my cheek with his left fist then lifts his knee with full force into my
balls and tells Frank to release his grip. All strength and fight had been
beaten out of me long ago. I helplessly fall to the sand in a fetal position at
the feet of the two powerful fighters.
Through
the vicious beatings, Troy has stayed silent on the sidelines. Sam turns to
Troy and asks “Well, what do you think? Do you think that he’s had enough?”
The
young stud’s face lights up with the thought, “Actually boss, I think he needs
one more lesson.”
“He’s
all yours” Sam says as he steps back.
Lacking
the size and power of the two bigger men, but not weak by any means, Troy
struggles to pull a man my size to my feet straining against damn near 200
pounds of nearly dead weight. Finally getting me up, the kid surprises me by
planting one strong arm between my legs and the other over my shoulder Troy
lifts me across his chest and carries me toward the beach. As we gain some
distance from the bigger men, he speaks softly to me while straining to carry
my weight. “I’m sorry, Dude. I had no idea they would take it this far, but I
work for this guy and if I don’t make an impression then I’m going to be in
deep shit. I’ve got to do a number on you, I’m sorry.” Troy struggles for
breath, “But I gotta tell you, Man. You got one hell of a great body. I’ve envied
your muscles from the first time I saw you. I’ve always dreamed of being able
to fight a man with your kind of build and somehow win. I hate to do it, but it
looks like I’ve got my wish!”
Straining
every muscle in his lean hard body Troy lifts me higher before smashing my back
down across his knee. There isn’t much muscle left un-damaged in my back but he
finishes off whatever there is. “COOL!” Troy shouts as he allows my battered
body to drop on the sand. I try to fight but can only roll on my nearly broken
back. My eyes are slammed shut to try and mask the pain and I don’t even see as
the kid leaps in the air driving a knee deep into the center of my busted up
abdominals. My body curls forward in uncontrolled reflex as Troy grips my head
pulling me up into another full-nelson.
Even
in my wasted condition I make an effort to fight off this athletic little guy.
I’ve got Troy by a good 20 pounds. He’s got a great swimmer’s type build but
can’t hold a candle to ‘Grade A’ beef like ME. I flex for all I’m worth but the
damage inflicted last night and today is far too great. I cannot muster enough
power to break his hold and while Sam and Frank come closer to watch the
“fight” Troy muscles down forcing yet another scream. It feels like every
muscle in my upper body is being ripped from the bone. I have no power left to
battle even this young stud and in no time, Troy drives my helpless physique to
my knees.
“Crank
on him, Kid!” Sam shouts his full support. “The guy thinks he’s a fighter,
Stud. Teach the tough guy a lesson!” Frank joins in.
Unable
to fight against even this kid’s power, Troy wrestles me to the surf, crushing
me harder and harder with his unbreakable hold. “Damn, Buddy. This is freaking
FANTASTIC!” Troy shares with me as though I were giving him some kind of gift.
His hold gets even tighter as my muscles grow weaker and begin to fail
completely. I struggle but it is useless as the first wave breaks over my head.
Unable to breathe I fight with every fiber left, struggling against Troy’s
controlling grip for life itself, but the kid is still overpowering me! It is
not until the wave recedes that I am able to gasp for air.
“AAACK!
HAACKKKK!” I cough up sea water as I strain for all the oxygen I can get. “I
can’t believe how great this is!” Troy exclaims as though he were at some
amusement park, “All that muscle on a wrestler, kickboxer and Karate Black Belt
and yet I’M able to flat KICK YOUR ASS! Man, this is AMAZING! Come on,
Muscleman. Fight back! Let me see what you got! I want to see if you can resist
me while I beat the living SHIT out of you!”
I
fight with everything I have left but the kid has me locked in his grip. I can
no longer even move my big arms and my neck is so weary I can’t even turn my
head. Troy’s young muscles have taken on the feel of steel bars, unbending and
hard. The next wave washes over my shoulders as I continue struggling for air.
Troy shows the unexpected side of a fierce fighter as he flexes his strong
young arms wrenching a scream from deep within me. Bubbles rise through the
murky sea water as I feel the pang of salt in my raspy throat. The pain causes
me to gag even though my head is still under water. I can’t believe that after
the beatings I have taken from three big strong fighters, I will lose my life
to the little guy I trusted!
I’m
feeling consciousness drifting away and know this must be the end as all
struggle within me ceases, but at that moment Troy pulls me from the water and
slams my back to the hard sand. “Damn!” he shouts as both our chests strain
from the exertion, “I expected you to be this ultra-powerful super fighter. I
really thought you would hold your own against that bodybuilder last night.
Now, here I am, beating the crap out of you myself. These guys are right! YOU
DON’T FIGHT WORTH SHIT! Those mighty muscles ARE just for show!” Kickboxing and
martial arts, HELL! I’ll bet I can wrestle a big muscle stud like you into
submission!” Troy drops a knee to my balls forcing me to cough up even more sea
water then grips my legs and without much difficulty the kid wrestles me over
to my chest. I try to fight back as I feel his ass pressing hard on my damaged
back. My big arms are too weak to press up both my bodyweight and his as Troy
presses my chest into the wet sand. His young muscles strain and the kid
applies remarkable pressure on my low back. I start to scream and between my
screams I am begging submission. My little buddy is breaking my big muscular
body apart!
“AAARRGHH!
NO! AAAGGGG! Please! No more! I give! I GIVE! I can’t.” My pleas are cut off as
a wave breaks over my head. Troy has me locked solidly in his Camel and I
cannot fight him. Unable to breathe I begin to panic. Will this be the end? All
my years of training and bodybuilding and I end up beaten to death by this
little guy?
The
water washes out again as I gasp for air while Troy fights desperately to break
me. Just as I catch enough air to start begging for my release, I hear Sam
approach from behind me, “Here, Kid. Let me lend a hand.” At that instant I
feel Sam’s fist smash into my unprotected nuts. Once again, incredible pain
explodes throughout my body. I am locked in Troy’s hold so tight I am unable to
even move as Sam delivers fist after fist to my damaged goods. Another wave
washes over my head as things start drifting by and I drift out.
Consciousness
at last
Slowly
I start to come around. Everything is wrong. I have a strange feeling about my
entire body. I can’t move my arms or legs. “Hey, Guys!” I hear Troy call out,
“I think the tough guy is rejoining us.” I can barely open my eyes against the
hot Florida sun. Still unable to move I see all three men standing before me,
but wait Where is my body? Shit! I’m buried in sand!
Troy
speaks first and almost sounds like he did before all this crap came down,
“Before you struggle too much, Ryan, there is something you’ve got to know.
That cord around your neck is tied to your arms and legs. These guys thought
that even buried up to your neck you might be strong enough to work your way
out. I tried to tell them that you were far too weak for that, but they
insisted. Anyhow, if you decide to fight your way out of this your arms or legs
will tighten the noose around your neck and you’ll end up killing yourself.
Having just kicked your muscular ass, I know how little strength you got left
in those big muscles, I just want to save you the trouble.”
The
little fucker sounded so helpful, NOW! And I though he was a BUDDY! That
ass-hole, if I could get my hands on him Shit, what am I saying? If I got
my hands on him, he’d kick my ass again!
“OK,
Guys.” I have to find out what the hell to expect, “What happens now? You’ve
each beat me to a pulp. You’ve smashed my balls until they probably will never
work again and you’ve crushed and pounded my muscles into mush. Just what the
hell more do you want from me?” The pressure from the wet sand pressing against
my body makes it nearly impossible to breathe. Every time I exhale the wet sand
takes up more space leaving my stomach and chest no room to expand! How long
can a man last like this?
“Don’t
worry, Tough Guy.” Sam laughs down at me, “We’re about ready to shove off and
call it a day.”
“So,
what about ME!” I start to panic, “You’re just going to leave me here to starve
to death?”
“Oh,
Hell no!” Sam pats my cheek. “That would be inhumane to leave you here that
long. Shit, that could take days! Don’t worry, Farm Boy, the tide will be in
shortly and put you out of your misery. The crabs and other sea creatures will
have a feast and before long your body will work its way out and wash out to
sea. But don’t get too worked up, you’ll be dead long before THAT!” The thought
causes Sam to roar with laughter as the guys prepare to swim back to the boat.
Over
the approaching surf I can faintly hear Troy’s conversation with Sam, “You’ve
really got this stud scared. Man, you are REALLY good. This guy will never
screw with another man’s girl again. How long are you going to leave him
there?”
Sam
was still laughing as they waded in the surf, “What do you mean? I’m done with
this son-of-a-bitch. Why the hell would I take him home with us? Shit, Kid!
Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on me!” The breaking waves are too loud for me
to make out what else they were saying but all three men turn around and head
toward me. I have no idea why. The waves are getting closer, could this get any
worse?
Sam
walks in front of the other two, gets right in front of me and kicks sand in my
face. The imagery of the act is not lost on me.
“You
need to know that this is your LUCKY DAY!” Somehow that is one conclusion I
don’t quite appreciate. “It seems Troy thinks that you might be more fun for me
alive rather than just becoming fish food. I’m not so sure but, Hey, I’m
willing to consider new ideas. Troy wants me to spare your life so I’ll make
you a little business offer that I don’t think you can afford to refuse, but
it’s up to you.”
The
waves are already lapping at Troy’s feet and he is only a few feet from me. If
these guys turn and leave, I will be a goner before they could possibly get
back from the boat. As if the fierceness of the pounding I have taken were not
warning enough, these guys are serious. In desperation I have to ask, “Alright,
I’m listening. What do want?”
Sam
smiles broadly, “I own a half interest in the fight club you visited last
night. It’s a great arrangement, people bring money and they leave it with me.
The happier the people are, the more money they leave. I get rich giving people
what they want. Last night you provided the best fight I’ve seen in years. The
crowd went crazy watching your ripped muscular body get pounded by another
fighter. If you’ll sign a contract that says you’ll fight for me every night
for the next two years and I’ll dig you out of your grave. Simple as that.”
Sam
just stands there watching me. What can I do? I agree or face certain death.
Troy
kneels by my head, “Come on, Man! I’m sticking my neck out for you. Save
yourself and we both come out winners!” Yeah, like this two-faced little
bastard is going to help ME. Shit, he’s the reason I’m in this position in the
first place, but what other chance to I have? “Alright, I’ll do it, but what
guarantee do I have that you won’t kill me later, or have one of your goons
kill me in a fight?” I ask.
“Well,
that’s the best part.” Sam laughs, “You don’t! And don’t get any ideas about
trying to run away either. Frank! Flex for us, Buddy!”
Frank
raises both massive arms in a double-biceps flex, his entire body rippling with
deeply carved, thick muscles with a level of strength that I knew all too well.
“You try anything smart and I set big Frank here loose on you. Then as soon as
he’s had his fun, I’ll pound on you so hard you’ll think today was a walk in
the park. And when we’re done Frank will hold you while I cut off your nuts and
stuff them in your mouth.” Sam raises his powerful right arm flexing a very
ample biceps in his own right, “Then this fist is going to smash into your
handsome face until you are DEAD! Deal?”
My
only chance is to fight all comers and try to keep my body intact for the next
two years, IF Sam lives up to his bargain. Again, what choice do I have?
“Deal.”
I utter in self-disgust.
Troy
unties the noose on my neck while Frank works on digging me out. The waves
start washing into the hole as they free my arms allowing me to help work
myself out of what was to be my watery grave. Troy tries to brush some of the
sand off my abs as he helps me walk toward the surf.
I
look over at the kid, “I ought to beat the shit out of you for this!” Troy just
gives me a satisfied glance then looks straight ahead, “Hell of a thing to say
to a guy who just saved your life.” He mutters.
I
am astounded by his response, “Saved my life? You ass-hole! YOU SET ME UP!”
Troy
just laughs, “Yeah, but that was just my job. I could have broken your back
when we were fighting while I was kicking your ass! AND I could have left with
Sam and Frank left you for fish food. I didn’t! Listen, Dude, I like you. I
know we got off to a shaky start, but now that we’ll be working together, I
figure we could be. you know friends.”
“Friends?”
I scream as the cool water splashes against my broken-down body, “How the hell
could I be friends with someone who set me up to be killed?”
“Hey,
Stud. Nobody’s perfect!” Troy laughs as he dives under the water to swim back
to the boat.
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