I woke up naked and cold and shivering in the woods. I didn't know
where I was or how long it had been since I'd been thrown into the
back of the Man's van and I'd cried myself to sleep. When I woke
there was a sandwich and water bottle next to me and a fire was
blazing. I couldn't feel the heat from it and wondered if I'd died
when I realized that the Man was sitting between the fire and myself
and his huge, hard body was blocking me. I must have made a noise
because, without turning to me he said. "Eat up nothing. Might be
your last meal, so enjoy it."
I tried to savor the food, the threat of his killing me still in
my ears, but I was so hungry I wolfed it down. I chugged the water
and felt it slosh in my stomach. The Man stood up and brushed dirt
off his hands. He turned around and faced me. I opened my mouth to
speak but he glared at me and I shut my mouth not even making a
sound. "For the past few hours, I've had to put up with your fucking
sniveling, and it's annoying as shit. From now on you don't make a
noise without my permission. You're nothing, and nothing's don't get
to talk without a Real Man's blessing. I think I've blessed you
enough by letting you live. Got me?" I nodded and wrapped my arms
tighter around myself to try and keep myself from crying or shivering
myself into bits. I didn't know how much longer I had left, so I
thought if I obeyed his orders long enough I might find a way out of
here. He stretched while I tried to absorb some heat into myself from
the fire and watched him.
If I could have watched him from a place of safety I would have
been turned on. As it was I was turned on enough, but you know what I
mean. His body was something truely incredible. He was the definition
of musclebear come to life. His muscles weren't defined like you'd
see in a magazine or porn flick. They were huge, though, and hard.
The biceps bunched like inflated baseballs. The forearms corded with
thick muscles under thick, dark hair. His pecs were enormous and
looked even moreso because his lats flared out wide. I wondered what
it would be like to feel his body without worrying about him snapping
my neck. His chest was covered in hair that thinned as it reached his
stomach. His abs weren't defined, in fact they were covered by a
layer of fat, but it wasn't beer belly fat, it was the kind of fat
men get when they aren't afraid of carbs, or rice or red meat. The
kind of fat that didn't giggle when someone hit it. "Touch me
nothing." I stayed where I was. "Touch me now or I'll break you.
Worship real power." I stood up quickly and reached forward to
lightly run my hands down his torso. My dick sprang to full attention
the second my hands made contact. "Yeah, this is the body that
snuffed out that asshole in the gym. Told me I couldn't work out. I
do what I want, when I want and nothing can stop me." I rubbed him
alll over. My hands moved involuntarily over his body. I wanted to
pull him into me. to become that strength. My hands ran down to the
crook of his elbows and he flexed, trapping my hands by hs huge
biceps. He looked me in the eyes and watched my face contort in pain
as my fingers compressed. I could feel those bones, the tiny ones
creak and I was on the verge of hearing them snap. I knew he wouldn't
take me to get them wrapped and put in a cast. He'd let them heal
wrong and I'd lose my hands forever or he'd just kill me because I
couldn't use them to worship his power.
"Faggots!" The scream came from out of nowhere and the Man stopped
flexing and turned around. There was a guy there. A big, burly camper
in jeans and a dirty flannel shirt. This guy did have a beer gut. It
hung over his belt and his face was fleshy too. The kind of man who
pushed people around because of his size, not because he could
actually carry out his threats. "Fuckin' faggots in the woods.
These're my woods and I don't like faggots here. Saw a fire from my
cabin and came out and I find you two cocksuckers feeling each other
up." He spit in our direction. "Faggots," he reapeated with disgust.
I put my hands in front of my crotch to cover my raging hard-on.
"Nothing, don't cover your dick. Or your eyes. I want you to see
this." The Man walked over to the camper.
"Get off my land."
"It's my land now." The Man stood an inch or two over the camper,
the stared at each other. Each man sneering at the other. I wanted to
warn the man to run, but I couldn't. The beginning of my slide into
what I am today had started and I began to feel my own will and
desires become secondary to the Man's. The camper pulled back and
threw a right at the Man's jaw. It connected hard and the camper
pulled back after the follow through to find the Man standing in the
exact same position. The skin was red where the fist had hit, but
other than that the Man just laughed. The camper looked in fear,
knowing that was the last punch he'd ever get and that was the last
thing he knew before the Man punched him back. The Man hit him in the
stomach and the camper doubled over in pain when the Man's brought
his knee up with barely any power knocking him back on his ass. The
camper lay on the ground and the Man reached down, and pulled him up
by the ears. He held the camper off the ground for a minute by the
ears before hurling him, back first into one of the trees. I think it
was the tree trunk that cracked and not the campers back. He fell to
the ground again and the man walked calmly over to him again. The
camper tried backing away but he was already in too much pain when
the Man lashed out with his steel covered boot and landed a kick into
the campers gut. This time I heard a rib crack.
"Yeah!" The Man sang out in happiness. "Bone number one!" The
camper clutched at his torso in pain and the Man reached down to pull
him up. He wrapped his hand around the smaller one and pulled the
camper up. Using the power of one hand he held the camper up in the
air, his feet dangling off the ground. The camper thrashed about with
his other hand and his legs, trapped helplessly in the Man's grip.
The Man started squeezing and bones in the campers hand started
cracking ne after the other like firecracker strings on the fourth of
July. The camper screamed till his throat was raw and the Man dropped
him. Again he tried to crawl and it was a repeat of George at the
gym. The Man stalked the camper around at one point pulling him close
to the fire. I knew he wouldn't burn the camper, though. He'd miss
hurting him himself. He ripped the man's shirt of of him and bound
his wrists. He kicked the man to the ground and looked aorund for a
sturdy branch. Snapping the long tip off, he picked up the camper
and hung him from the branch, the camper's feet barely reaching the
ground. The campers flabby body giggled and the Man laughed as he
poked his fingers into the campers beer gut.
"You call this a man's body? Jesus, you're more of a nothing than
my little boy over there." He jerked his thumb towards me and the
camper looked at me with pleading in his eyes. I wanted to speak, but
again I couldn't. The real punishment began.
The man became a punching bag for the Man. Staying away from the
campers face, his torso,a rms, legs, and groin were all targets. Have
you ever heard flesh coming into contact with granite? That's what it
sounded like. The granite, of course, were the Man's fists. The flesh
being the campers body. The Man especially liked punishing his flabby
gut, alughing as mercilessly as he was punching. I heard several more
ribs crack and each time the Man roared out his happiness to the sky.
Finally he ripped the shirt handcuffs and the camper fell to the
ground. He lay on the ground, sobbing his agony, when the Man knelt
down behind him. "Want to see how real faggots do it?" The camper
suddenly panicked and tried, as hurt as he was, to escape. I heard a
rip and suddenly the campers jeans were thrown off him. I saw a piece
fall on the fire and watched it burn. The Man clamped a huge hand
over the campers mouth and pushed his dick in, dry and suddenly into
the campers ass. The campers scream was stilfed but I could feel his
pain and I felt horribly guilty that I was glad it was him in pain
and fear and not me. The Man shoved in, taking his pleasure in ways
that he seemed to know would cause the most pain to the camper. He
shoved in deep and grabbed the campers hand pulling it behind his
back. I heard a loud pop as it dislocated and watched as the Man did
that with the other arm. The campers arms fell helplessly to each
side and he lay there waiting for the ordeal to end. I saw the Man
speed up and knew he was coming close to orgasm. He screamed as he
came and pulled his fist back bringing it down with his considerable
power onto the back of the mans neck, snapping it. The Man kept his
dick inside the lifeless body while it softened and then suddenly
pulled out. His dick came out floppy and dripping and he left it
hanging there in front of me. He put the fire out and threw the body
over his shoulder and looked at me. "Follow me nothing." He walked
deeper into the woods until he found the man's cabin. The door was
unlocked and we walked in, flipping the light switch. There were
stuffed heads hanging on the wall and the Man crossed to a deer,
hanging the campers body on it as if it were just another trophy. He
crossed into the kitchen, his dick still hanging out and grabbed a
six pack from the man's fridge. He came back into the living room
and turned on the Tv settling down into thr rustic couch. He looked
at me. "Close the door nothing." I closed it. He snapped then,
pointing to his cock. "Clean it up. And make it happy." I crossed to
him and knelt down between his huge thighs, my mouth opening.