Shopping trip

Peter

A special thank you to my editors who hopfully have made
  me look much better than I am. May the muscle beast protect
  you from those who would do you harm.

"Jesus! Look at that guy!" thought
Pete as noticed the man ahead of him. He had just popped
in to pick up a few groceries and was on his way back to
the car when he saw him sitting on the edge of the pond
just underneath the travolator which led to the second floor
of the shopping mall. The guy was dressed in a loss fitting
yellow t-shirt, the kind with a number on the back, like
you see in American movies. He must have been in his mid-twenties
with short dark hair, smooth olive skin. He had his head
turned in profile, so that his fine nose and strong jaw
were displayed to the best. But what had drawn Pete's attention
was the way he filled the shirt he was wearing. His shoulders
were wider than any he had ever seen before. His arms filled
the sleeves of the shirt which hugged tight around the bicep.
The forearms emerged from the half-length sleeves, smooth
dark skin covered with fine dark hair, and thicker around
than the top of Pete's arms. Hell, they were thicker than
the upper arm of anyone Pete had seen.

Just as Pete passed by trying to be discreet, the guy turned
his head to face back towards the guy sitting next to him.
They were talking and the guy smiled a white, dazzling smile
that almost made Pete come on the spot. He had to go around
again. Pete ducked around the front of the travolator and
passed by from the other side, From behind, the width of
his shoulders was confirmed.  He also noticed the thick
neck and traps pushing against the shirt. Pete lapped around
the Jamaica Blue coffee kiosk. "Those
places are every where," he thought,
and then back past the guy, he was deep in conversation
with his mate. "Mm, mm. Very nice."
This time he took a right down to the bookshop, ducked in
for a minute, then backed out. Now he was heading in the
right direction to walk straight in front of him. "Jesus!
You can feel the power of him as you walk past."

"Shit!! He recognized me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

Tony had seen the guy walk past twice already and on the
third pass he was suspicious, their eyes had briefly met
and the speed with which the guy looked away confirmed it,
one more pass and there was going to be some pounding.

Pete looped around and back to the travolator. "Shit,
that was close." As he traveled up, he began
to relax. He cast his eyes down to the floor receding below,
looking down on the guy, just as he looked straight up.
Tony stood up still looking at Pete, then turned and began
to run after Pete. Pete panicked and started to run up the
travolator and out to the car. "Fuck,
he's gaining. He sure is quick."
Pete fumbled with the remote control locking as he raced
towards the car. The locks popped open. Dropping his groceries
he leapt into the car, and hit the button on his door which
locked all the doors.

Tony was standing in front of the car, his dark eyes staring
at Pete. Slowly Tony lifted his fist and then smashed it
into the bonnet of the car. The car sagged forward as with
a thunderous noise as both front tires exploded, Tony did
not take his eyes off Pete as he once again smashed his
fist into the car which sagged again as the shock absorbers
exploded sending a shower of slick oil out covering Tony's
forearms.

"Is this what you wanted to see? Is it?"
Tony suddenly lifted his shirt revealing the thickest abs
Pete had ever seen. He continued to lift the shirt until
his huge body was exposed for all to see. A small group
of onlookers had gathered round, and all silently gaped
at what they saw. Tony bent down and picked up a tin of
beans that Pete had dropped. He walked up to the driver
side door, then held the can up for Pete to see, as with
one hand he began to squeeze the full tin. Pete saw the
huge forearms swell into life. The can began to dent then
suddenly split down its length. Tony looked up at Pete and
smiled his cold white smile. Then he drew back his fist
and pounced the door just hard enough to cause it to twist
in the frame, "Shit!"
Pete panicked. "I'm going to be trapped in
here but if I go outside he's going to cripple me."
Tony wandered to the rear driver door and again twisted
it into the frame. At the back of the car he reached one
hand under the rear bumper and lifted. His huge arms swelling
and bunching as he supported the weight then with his free
hand griped the cars tire and squeezed it. The tire popped.
Then, incredibly, Tony gripped the wheel and ripped it off
the axle. Then he dropped the car, throwing Pete to the
floor of the car. That was all Pete needed. He would make
a run for it. He slid across to the passenger side. The
car lurched sideways as Tony pounced the rear passenger
door, forcing it into the doorframe. Pete opened the door
and began to climb out.

"Get back in the car," Tony commanded.

Pete tried to push passed Tony but it was pointless. This
close, Tony was magnificent - dark brown skintight over
his huge firm muscles. Pete could actually feel the heat
being given off by Tony's body.  He looked up. This close
he could see that he was only half as wide as Tony's monstrous
shoulders. Tony smiled. He had hold of the door and was
starting to close it. Pete tried to push back. Tony only
smiled. "Better put your leg back in the car or
it's going to be removed." "Shit!"
Pete pulled his leg back in and the door closed then flexed
into the doorframe. No way out now.

"Hey what's going on?"  A security guard
came running over. Tony turned to face him. "What's
going on here? Back away from the car, sir."
Tony stepped towards the security guy then closed his fist
and swung an uppercut which smashed into his jaw. The guard's
head snapped back, the spine disintegrating with the impact,
the neck muscle tearing away from the shoulders and finally
the skin splitting as the head separated from the rest of
the body and flew across the car park skidding to a halt
against the wall. The body slumped to the floor. A punch
which literally took his head off.

Shopping trip (part 2 maybe)

Peter

Peter's bowels opened, his guts squeezing the shit past his
under pants and down his legs while his cock continued to
harden, his balls churning. He had never even imagined such
power before. He could see Tony through the windows. He
was walking towards the decapitated body of the guard, picking
up his baton. Tony walked back towards the car with it,
taking hold of one end of the baton in each hand. He began
to pull, his huge back flared out like two great wings of
thick muscle, his shoulders bunched along the front head
of the deltoid as slowly the fibers of the thick wooden
club began to pull apart. Peter's balls could stand it no
more and as the thick baton was pulled in two. Pete came,
thick gobs of cum mixing with the shit.

Tony dropped the baton as two more guards came towards him.
They noticed the body of the other guard on the floor, exchanged
a glance and ran at Tony, batons drawn. They began to smash
their batons down into the thick muscle of Tony's neck and
upper body but he was unmoved, the clubs simply bouncing
off him. Then with lightning speed he caught the clubs,
one in each hand and then twisted them easily out of their
owners grips. The two men turned to race away but Tony had
hold of them by their collars and easily lifted them at
arms length, clean off the floor. He then transferred them
both to one hand. "Well boys, who wants
to go first?" Tony laughed and shook them gently,
their heads rattling and dancing like poppies in the wind.

"I pick you."

Tony took hold of one of the men by the side of the head,
his huge hand covering his left ear, then walked towards
the car resting the right side of the man's face against
the glass of the windshield.

From inside of the car, Peter could see one of the guards
pressed against the glass, his right eye rolling wildly
in panic, the other guard still held straight out off the
floor in Tony's other hand. He was kicking and struggling
but it was doing him no good. Slowly, Tony was beginning
to apply pressure to the head of the guard, pressing it
harder and harder against the reinforced and laminated glass
of the windscreen. Peter drew closer, fascinated as the
eye of the guard looked in at him pleading for him to do
something. But Pete just watched the head begin to flatten
against the glass - the cheek bone slowly moving to one
side, the jaw snapping with a sudden crack which had made
him jump, the eye still rolling wildly, Peter moved his
face till it was against the glass, he could feel it flex
and strain with the pressure which was being applied. Suddenly
the guard's eyes turned red as the vessels in his eyes ruptured
with the pressure and they filled with blood. Then with
a noise like an egg being dropped. The head was gone replaced
with a mass of blood and brains which smeared across the
window, and the huge outline of Tony's massive outstretched
palm as he crushed the last remaining pieces of skull into
the glass. The body of the guard slid down the bonnet of
the car and onto the floor of the car park. The other guard
screamed at what he had just seen. Tony bent down and picked
up one of the thick batons.

"Now for you."

He laid the guard on the bonnet of the car, right in front
of Peter and held him there with his large hand loped loosely
around the guard's neck. The guard could breath and resist
but was pinned to the car. Tony now held the baton over
the guard's chest. The guard screamed "Someone
help me, please." But people just stood
watching as the guard brought both hands up to the baton.
Tony pointed it straight down at his chest and began to
lower it. The guard fought with all his strength to deflect
it, but Tony's huge tricep simply overpowered the guard's
feeble attempts as the baton came into contact with the
center of his chest, then slowly was forced into the chest,
connecting with the sternum which split for its length,
as the wooden stick continued its passage through the body.
The guard's thrashing was increasingly frenzied now as he
felt the rough wood sliding through his body. Tony had selected
the point of entry carefully, avoiding the heart and lungs.
The baton now rested against the guard's spine and Tony
stopped, leaving around a foot of wood sticking from the
man's chest which he took hold of, and releasing his neck,
lifted the guard who was now supported only by the wood
emerging from his chest.

Peter stared fascinated at the sight of the guard, his legs
kicking wildly as he was suspended at arms length. And what
an arm! Even straight, the bicep swept majestically up in
a graceful arch, huge veins snaking over its surface, and
the huge tricep that had overpowered an entire man as if
he had been no more than a week old baby. Tony was now lowering
the guard to the floor.

"Kneel!" he commanded and enforced the point by applying
some gentle downward pressure to the baton which pushed
down into the sternum a little more. Then Tony revealed
his cock - Huge, like the rest of him. Hard, like the rest
of him. 12 inches.

"Open wide" he grinned, stepping forward and grabbing
the guard's lower jaw, pulling down and easily dislocating
it. Then he slowly inserted the head of his cock into the
open mouth.

"Good, good."

Slowly he began to move it in and out forcing more and more
of it into the open and distended mouth, then he took hold
of the guards head gently but firmly in both hands, locking
it in place and slightly changed his angle so that the tip
of his cock rested on the roof of the guard's mouth then
slowly began to apply pressure. The mouth caved in to allow
access for his cock to the sinus and nasal passages. The
guard could not breath now due to the obstruction in his
airways, but it was no matter. Tony continued to push his
hips against the guard as he began to have an orgasm. Cum
started to pour from the gaping mouth and nose of the half
dead guard, Tony pushed a little harder and the tip of his
cock enter the guys brain pan, slowly filling it with cum.
 The pressure built inside the head as more and more thick
man juice filled the head, plowing further and further into
the head, and still cumming the top of the head beginning
to distend with the pressure, taking on a comical "Mr.
Garrison" look. Then the head split open, a great
thick wad of cum splashing to the floor mixed with the brains
and blood of the guard.

Shopping trip (part3)

Peter

Tony released the guard's head allowing the body to slump
to the floor, turned towards Peter trapped in the car and
smiled. Pete's cock stiffened beyond anything he had experienced
before. Tony stepped up to the car, and still smiling began
to rub his hand across his own monstrous chest, then down
to his abs which he contracted causing the impossibly large
muscles to bunch and leap into even sharper definition.
For the second time Peter came and once again he never touched
himself.

Now standing in front of the car where Peter could see him,
Tony reached his arms out in front of him, grasping the
wings of the vehicle, the metal easily yielding to his grip
and began to pull towards him causing the car to be crushed
against his body.

Inside the car Pete was hit by a renewed wave of panic, and
once again his bowels let him down, more shit mixing with
the cum which moments before he had produced in sexual ecstasy.
He felt the front of the car buckle as it was dragged along
the floor by the monster in front of him. There was a loud
crack and Peter saw metal start to protrude into the car.

"Shit! The engine is coming in,"
he said to no one, and leapt over the seat into the back
of the car.

Tony had now compressed the front of the car to only a about
a foot long. He dropped the sides of the car and rested
his hands on the top of the broken vehicle. Then he began
to push down. Pete ducked as with an almighty crash the
windows smashed, the sides of the car quickly buckled, the
vehicle collapsing to less than half its height in only
2 seconds, such was the incredible power in Tony's arms.

Peter lay quivering on the floor of the crushed metal block
and felt rather than saw the car being lifted into the air
as Tony continued to crush the metal around Pete, who could
not hear himself shriek because of the noise of screeching
metal. Sooner or latter Tony made everything scream. In
ecstasy, or pain.

Pete lay inside his metal coffin, when he noticed a change
in motion. There was a creak and the thick head of Tony's
cock appeared near Pete's feet. It disappeared momentarily
then reappeared, the process repeating itself. "Fuck,
he's using the car to get himself off!"
Despite his situation this incredible show of power made
his cock stiffen once again, pressing uncomfortably into
the metal which imprisoned him.

A spurt of cum shot out of Tony's cock. Then another. Then
another! Pete could just hear a faint roar as Tony finally
unloaded fully. More and more cum began to fill the car
until it covered Pete's legs, slowly filling the space that
Pete occupied. Up past his waste now, he could not even
move to try to get away from it. Slowly the car began
to fill with more and more of Tony's thick creamy juice,
up to Pete's neck then over his mouth. Tasting its saltiness
even though he tried not to. Over his nose. Pete held his
breath, and closed his eyes as he disappeared into the thick
sea.

Tony lifted the mangled metal mass above his head, cum falling
from it like water from a wet sponge and then he pulled.
The metal squealed and broke as the car was torn in two
and the cum soaked body of Pete fell to the floor, covered
in a thick coat of shiny ejaculate. Pete's eyes shot open
and he breathed a huge lung full of air and began to cough,
great spurts of cum flying out of his mouth with each convulsion.

Tony grabed the back of his shirt lifting him into the air
and walked back towards the shopping center, resting Pete
against the thick concrete wall face first. Then slowly
he began to push him against the wall. Pete turned his head
as the pressure built at his chest, the concrete slowly
giving way to Tony's power. Pete's back began to arch as
his chest was pushed into the wall, his shoulders snapping
back as he was slowly forced into the hole.

Inside the HMV record store people backed away from the display
which had fallen to the floor. A hole about 2 feet square
had opened in the wall and something was coming through
it. Covered in a mix of thick white slime and crimson read
blood, it looked like a man's chest.

Tony continued to push with one hand, using no more than
his arm muscles as Pete continued to bend. With an audible
snap, his back gave way and he advanced another foot or
so into the wall, only the head now stopped progress, the
chin caught on the upper edge of the hole, the back of the
head pushed against Pete's own arse. Tony looked at the
face and with some pleasure, noticed that the eyes were
open and seeing. Tony looked down on Pete and once again
smiled his deadly white smile. He released Pete's chest
leaving him wedged halfway into the wall, and gently stroked
the back of his giant hand across Pete's cheek. Then resting
his hand on top of Pete's head, he pushed once again. Pete's
jaw snapped up, as the chin wrenched back. His nose smeared
up his face as he was pushed past the rough concrete surface
and continued through the wall falling onto the floor. Bent
back on himself, his head resting against his arse. What
was left of his face looked up at the spectators, most of
whom were backing away, some vomiting, others screaming.
Some tried to run out of the shop but something was blocking
the way. Tony. Reaching behind him, Tony grabbed the security
grill and pulled down, the metal screeching as it was slowly
unwound, twisting and buckling so there was no possibility
of escape for these people. Tony looked around and smiled,
his massive frame glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Spotting Pete he made his way to the back of the shop, the
crowed parting to let him through.

Pete lay still. He was aware that he was numb from the waste
down. His face felt as though it was on fire, and he could
not move his jaw. Through his blood soaked vision he could
make out the huge form of his tormenter standing above him.
He felt the massive hands take hold of him around the chest
and lift him up, the bottom half of his body a dead weight,
swinging from side to side, his arms bent completely behind
him. Tony carried Pete to the counter and carefully propped
him up against the register.

"I want you to see what you have done to all these people."

Peters broken jaw prevented him from answering. Tony smiled
and turned to face the crowd.....