By BBMSN 

         Two weeks had gone by since Kyle's encounter with the rough-playing musclehead he'd 
met in a chat room. He hadn't read or heard anything about an on-going murder investigation, so 
he'd started to feel like he was probably in the clear. Besides, he was nearly over-loaded with the 
work of a 3rd year med student, so he barely had time to think of anything else. Although there 
was that one day when he was walking across the quad, when he couldn't help but think he was 
being watched. He'd shrugged it off as paranoia. He had tossed the guy's laptop, so there was no 
connection between the two of them. 
          Kyle bound up the stairs to his dorm room. He was all charged up. His sessions with his 
advisor were going exceptionally well, and he was convinced he would be accepted into the 
program he wanted at the university hospital. When he got to his room, his roommate Ted was 
there getting ready to head out. 
           "Hey, Ted, where you headed," Kyle asked.
            "Off to the library again, where else?" They both laughed, but Kyle knew that Ted 
struggled with his studies much harder than any of the other third year students. "Hey," Ted 
added, heading for the door, "some guy stopped by and dropped off a package for you."
           "Really?  What guy?"
           "I'd never seen him before. He was kind of intense looking. Big, too. I thought he might be 
one of the football guys you used to tutor, but he looked older than them. Tougher, too. Like an 
ex-con or something. Kind of scary."
            "What was the package?"
            "I put it on your desk. He said you'd know what it was about. Said his name was Zack. We 
shook hands, and man, his hand was so big. I felt like a six-year-old next to him. Who is he?"
            "I don't know," said Kyle. But he was afraid he might. The room was receding away from 
his vision, like in a dream, as his heart began to pound feverishly. 
            "Anyway, there's the box. Kind of heavy for such a small package. See you later."
            As Ted left, Kyle braced himself on the edge of his desk. There was no way. That guy was 
dead when he'd left his apartment. He was sure of it. Or was he? Could Zack be 2Tuff2Handle? 
Kyle realized that they'd never even exchanged names. No. It couldn't be. Maybe someone was 
trying to blackmail him. Which would be tough, seeing as how he was a nearly penniless med 
student. He had to open the package.
           He picked up the box. Ted had been right. Heavy. He undid the paper. The box was tied 
shut with some sort of insulated wire. Lamp cord, Kyle realized. His heart pounded harder. He 
untied the cord and dropped it to the floor. He lifted the box lid and looked cautiously inside. It 
looked like a golden metal object that had been pounded out flat. He lifted it out of the box and 
examined it. The urn. It had been crushed in some sort of vice...or....it couldn't be. The 
indentations were in the shape of a man's fingers. A big man. An extremely powerful man. Kyle 
sat down on the edge of his bed, dizzy. He dropped the crushed urn, and it fell with a loud clunk 
to the floor. He put his face in his hands. This wasn't happening. How could this Zack be alive? 
And how could he have found him? And would he be back? Shit. Of course he would. Kyle had to 
think. He stood up, took a few deep breaths, then headed out the door. He had to get some air.
       He walked and walked, trying to clear his thoughts. He went back to the dumpster where he'd 
tossed Zack's laptop. The dumpster had been emptied, so everything was gone. He kept looking 
over his shoulder, seeing if he was being followed. Finally, he stopped in at a coffee shop, and 
got a cup of coffee. He sat at a window table and watched the people walking by. This didn't help 
him relax, though, as every big guy that walked by made him flinch. Good idea Kyle, he thought 
to himself, have some more caffeine. 
      He decided to go back to the dorm, grab his stuff, and head to the library. Maybe he'd find 
Ted, do some studying, get his mind off this madness. But when he got back to his dorm room, 
Ted was already back. And so was Zack.  Both of them were standing by Ted's desk. Zack was 
behind Ted, with his hand over Ted's mouth, his other arm around Ted's neck. It only took Kyle a 
second to realize that Ted's feet weren't touching the ground. Zack was holding him up in the air 
without much effort at all. 
      "What the....?" said Kyle.
      "Shut the door," ordered Zack. Kyle shut the door. "Your roommate and I were just having a 
little talk about you. Well, maybe he wasn't doing much of the talking," said Zack, looking down at 
Ted. "He's a quick study, though. Figured out real fast that the more he struggled, the tighter my 
grip got. You college boys sure are bright," Zack said sarcastically. 
       "Let him go," said Kyle. 
       "Where's my computer?" Zack asked. 
       "I don't know," answered Kyle.
        "Wrong answer," said Zack. And in the blink of an eye, he shifted his hold to Ted's head, and 
twisted hard, snapping Ted's neck. Kyle heard a muffled crunch of bone that sounded like an 
empty plastic water bottle being crushed. Zack released his hold on Ted, who then crumpled to 
the ground like a marionette who's strings had all been cut.
        "FUCK!!" yelled Kyle, backing up against the door in a panic. "FUCKK!"
        Zack stepped over Ted and made his way across the room. He grabbed Kyle by the jaw, 
and pinned him against the door. He put his face right into Kyle's. 
        "You ever been hit so hard that your shoes fly off, punk?  I did that to a man once. He took 
my parking spot. He had on army boots too. Hit him so hard he flew right out of them. Never did 
get up. I kinda feel like trying that again. Or, you know what else I get a kick outta doing?" he 
asked, as he tightened his grip on Kyle's jaw. "I like to crush man's jaw with my bare hand. The 
jawbone is thick and hard. Takes awhile for the pressure to build up to the point that it cracks, but 
eventually it always does. My hands are strong. Wanna see, boy?"  And with that, Zack squeezed 
Kyle's jaw harder, and slid him up the door, till Kyle's feet dangled off the floor. Kyle kicked at 
Zack, but had very little leverage, and had no effect against the bigger man. "And once the jaw 
snaps, it's relatively easy to rip it from its hinges and off your face...but you probably know that 
from anatomy class, huh, lightweight? Funny thing is, you live for quite awhile afterward too."
         Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Zack slowly slid Kyle down and released his hold. 
He stepped back.
        "Answer it," he told Kyle. 
        "What?" choked out Kyle.
        "Go ahead, answer it. But before you think about doing anything stupid, you might want to 
notice that your laptop is missing." Kyle turned quickly to his desk and noticed the empty spot. 
"That's right, college boy. Tit for tat. And the cops might be real interested to find your journal 
entry where you talk about how much pressure you're under here, and how much you hate your 
roommate Ted. How you want more than anything for him to disappear."
         "I never said that!" said Kyle. 
         "Ah, but will the cops know that? Now answer the door. This should be real interesting."
         As Kyle opened the door, Zack kicked Ted into a corner, behind his desk. 
         "Kyle, what are you doing in here? Are you coming to study group or not?" One of Kyle's 
fellow students, Annie, stuck her head in the doorway. 
          "I'll be right down," said Kyle, nervously trying to block the doorway. 
          "No, you won't," said Zack. 
          "Oh, you have company," said Annie, looking at Zack. Annie was one of the brightest 
students in their class, but was a notorious nymphomaniac. One look at Zack, and she forced her 
way into the room. "Hi, I'm Annie," she said, walking right over to him and offering her hand. 
          "Annie, you have to go!" said Kyle, trying to grab her by her shoulders and lead her out of 
the room. 
          "Am I interrupting something?" she said.
          "YES!" said Kyle, at the same time that Zack said, "No," and took Annie's hand into his. As 
they shook, Zack slowly rubbed his thick index finger up and down the back of her hand. "I'm 
Zack."
           "Oh...my.." said Annie, as her knees almost buckled from the sensuousness of Zack's 
touch. Her hand looked like a child's wrapped in the powerful mitt of Zack's big fingers. 
           "OK, Annie, time to go," said Kyle, nervously. 
           "OK, OK," said Annie. She looked up at Zack, and said, "Kyle gets upset when I try to steal 
his boyfriends."
           Zack released his grip, and winked at Kyle. "I can see why."
          Annie blushed, and turned to leave. 
          "I'll be down in a minute," said Kyle.
          "No, you will not," she said to him. As she went to leave, she mouthed to him, "oh my god", 
and gave him the thumbs up sign. Kyle shut the door behind her and locked it.
           Zack came up to him, picked him up and sat him on his desk. "You handled that real well, 
pretty boy. She likes you," he said, as he rubbed his rough fingers along the side of Kyle's face.
          "She likes everyone," said Kyle, trying to turn his face away. 
          "I could see where she'd want you, junior, you're real purdy." Zack but his hand on the back 
of Kyle's neck, and stroked it like he'd stroked Annie's hand.
         "Get your hands off me, you're fucking insane," said Kyle.
          "Yeah? That why you're sporting a big hardon?" 
          Zack was right, Kyle was raging. Zack leaned in and kissed him. Kyle felt like he was the 
one going insane. It was the hottest kiss he'd ever had, he could barely stand the intensity of it. 
He could have kissed like this for the rest of his life. It was worth his life to feel this turned on, if 
only momentarily. He kissed Zack back with more passion than he'd ever felt, while at the same 
time feeling intense fear that at any moment, Zack might decide to snuff the life out of him. Crush 
him with his powerful hands and arms. He feared and detested him, yet had never remotely been 
this turned on. Just the taste of his mouth made him leak.
       Knowing full well the effect he was having on Kyle, Zack reached down, while still 
kissing, and put his free hand on Kyle's bulge. Kyle almost went blind from the pleasure of it, from 
the insanity of it. He groaned as Zack increased the pressure of his hand and slowly rubbed him 
back and forth, leaning more and more heavily into Kyle's body. The kissing got rougher and 
rougher, as did the rubbing. Kyle couldn't hold out long, and felt his body shuddering from 
overwhelming emotion. Zack put a powergrip on his cock, thru his jeans, and squeezed. Kyle 
came. And came. His body spasming, as Zack held him hard, squeezing the cum out of him like 
an udder. 
     Once Kyle had finished shuddering, Zack stepped back. His own powerful hardon showed 
clearly thru his pants. 
     "Now," said Zack."Good luck getting rid of the body."
     "What are you talking about?" said Kyle, shocked back into reality."You have to help me."
     "Help you? Nah, I don't think so. In fact, I'm only giving you a couple hours before I call the 
cops and report a dead student over here at the dorms."
    "Fuck," said Kyle, his head spinning. 
     "In fact," said Zack, unlocking the door and opening it, "I might have to go find that little Annie. 
Bet she'd be quite a ride." With that, he stepped out the door and into the hall.