To be continued…
It’s about 22h00 and Owen is at home, relaxing in the sofa, watching a movie on DVD he had rented when he came back from the swimming pool.
Suddenly a black colour van stops in front of his house. He sees the silhouette of somebody putting a package in front of the door. Then, the van is moving away.
Owen goes to the door to pick up the package which is consisting in a DVD and a letter. He reads the letter and run immediately to his bedroom. He fits an athletic running short, a t-shirt and baskets and run as fast as he could direction the parking lot of the swimming pool. After about ten minutes of intensive running, using his 400 meters sprinter skills, he arrives exhausted and sweating to the parking lot of the swimming pool. He sees his friend Ivan lying transversally on his back on his motorcycle only dressed with his design short and baskets. His body is bended in half. His arms and his head are hanging backwards on one side of the motorcycle and his legs hanging on the other side with his feet not touching the floor.
At the moment that Owen wants to takes his muscle bound friend under the shoulder in order to lay him carefully on the floor, he notices a sudden muscular reaction of his body; Aaaagh aaagh aaagh my back moans Ivan while his six packs abdominals suddenly pops out, the muscles of his arms are tightening and those of his thighs clenched. But Owen continues the slow movement of putting his friend on the floor and took a towel from the backpack, which was still near the motorcycle, to put under his head.
- It doesn’t look good, says Owen. I will call the emergencies and ask them to bring you to the hospital.
- I think I have broken ribs, moans Ivan.
- What happened asks Owen.
- I have been kidnapped and beaten by a colossal guy replies Ivan. I couldn’t do anything; my hands were tightened behind my back. I couldn’t defend myself.
Owen calls the emergencies and after less than three minutes? Ivan is put in the ambulance.
- I will come and visit you tomorrow morning, says Owen.
- Ok thanks replies Ivan.
- May I use your motorcycle to go back home? Asks Owen.
- Of course, replies Ivan
The ambulances went away, Owen went back home driving Ivan’s motorcycle.
At home everything became clear to him of what happened. Owen watches the film, recorded by the junkie on DVD, showing the unfair fight of Ivan against the fat colossal masked guy.
Owen admires the muscularity of his Ukrainian friend while struggling during the fight; however he becomes angry on the unfair way he was beaten. He watches the film three times to try to find out where this could have been filmed. This means that he sees also three time the masked colossal guy with his right hand in his pocket while watching Ivan’s muscularity and flexing inner thighs while slowly walking backwards trying to stay at distance.
This guy must be a dangerous sadist to behave like this in front of somebody, he thinks.
At the end of the film, at the scene just before Ivan was cracked, Owen notices a template hanging on the wall of the room where the fight took place. As the junkie was filming in such a way to see Ivan’s strong inner thighs popping to forward and his muscular pectorals appearing above the shoulder of the colossus during the bearhug, he filmed also by coincidence a template which looks to be the name of the building. In order to see the name, Owen has to put the DVD player on pause on this particular scene to be able to read the name on the template. It’s difficult to read but he can guess ‘Residence Ocean’.
The name of the building is ‘Ocean’ and I know where it is, he thought.
Owen is standing a few seconds longer in front of the TV screen showing the scene in pause mode on the DVD player. He admires Ivan’s desperately struggling with his arms tightened behind his back, all the muscles of his upper body and the triple striation of his inner thighs popping out in a last incredible resisting effort before being cracked. You are very athletic, is Owen thinking; I will find back this ugly fat guy and I will smash his ugly face.
Monday morning:
In spite of what happened the day before, Owen had a good night and slept very well.
It’s ten O’clock in the morning and he is preparing himself to go to the hospital to visit Ivan.
His muscular calves are put in evidence as his dark blue Bermuda is cut till just below his knees.
Once at the hospital he sees almost immediately Ivan who is already walking in the alleyway adjacent to his hospital room on the first floor.
- Already in action, asked Owen.
- Yes, replies Ivan. I have four cracked ribs and lying in bed is hurting a lot. That’s why I prefer to walk a little.
- Ok, says Owen. I am happy to see that you are not totally broken because I know what happened; I saw the film on DVD that this bastard has send to me.
- I know that this idiot drug dealer junkie was filming. I will find him back when I will be recovered. I think I can send him to the hospital in less than ten second. Then I will have to send this colossus also to the hospital; this will be more difficult but I will find a way, says Ivan.
- I will help you, continues Owen.
- I may leave the hospital hopefully Wednesday afternoon. In this case I can go for course pursuit training on Wednesday evening. It’s good for the legs; and the upper body is not too much involved in this type of sport; this means good for my ribs recovering. If you are interested, come with me this Wednesday and can introduce you in this sport and we can train together.
- That’s a very good idea, replies Owen. This afternoon I go to the gym. Take good care of yourself and I see you on Wednesday. By the way, I take good care of your motorcycle that I like very much.
- I want to sell it and buy a new one more powerful, replies Ivan.
- I am very interested, replies Owen.
- Ok, says Ivan. Use it till Wednesday and tell me your decision.
- Ok thanks, says Owen.
- Bye, says Ivan.
The two friends are leaving each other. What Ivan doesn’t know is that Owen has the intention to visit the ugly fat guy tonight at his apartment probably locate at the ‘Residence Ocean’.
Monday evening:
19h00: Owen has spent the whole afternoon in the gym. He trained about three hours on diverse fitness devices combined with repetitive pull ups, stretching, abdominal exercises; all followed by fifteen minutes on the stair climber adjusted to give resistance. He finishes the day by two hours non-stop spinning (cycling on music at different tempos).
During the training he is wearing a classic sportive outfit consisting of a short to mid-thighs, a T-shirt and light sport shoes.
After his shower, Owen enters the cafeteria of the gym club carrying his helmet in his left hand and his sport bag in his right hand. He is wearing his casual outfit he is used to wear after each training session; baskets, frayed cut-off jeans short just hiding his thong underwear and a sleeveless jeans jacket.
Owen walks straight and proud through the cafeteria to the corner of the bar where one of his friends is sitting. The sight of his long legs with his inner thighs showing a relax and muscular concave flex at each step are turning all the heads to his direction.
- You drive a motorcycle dressed like this, asked his friend.
- Yes and I can assure you that I am not only one, replies Owen ironically.
Owen stands at the bar only a few minutes.
- I have to go, says Owen. I have a job to do.
Owen is now leaving the cafeteria of the gym club walking relaxed, straight and proud to the door. Once again, all heads are turned discretely to the bronzed, tall, lean and muscular young man walking through the cafeteria. The striation of his muscular shoulders above his trained biceps is proving the intensive work out of the afternoon. His six packs abdominals are clearly drawn up as his sleeveless jeans jacket is kept open. His inner thighs showing a nice muscular concave flex at each step give a very sexy and provocative look under his tiny cut-off jeans short. The back of his thighs slowly jiggling at each step under his half covered firm buttock is causing some whisperings in the room. His calves are showing two separated nice strong muscles.
20h00: Owen arrives with his future motorcycle at the entrance of the parking lot of Residence Ocean. He parks the motorcycle in a corner where it cannot be seen directly and walks to the famous metallic door he saw on the film. He opens the door carefully, recognizes the template mentioning ‘Residence Ocean’ and opens carefully the second metallic door. There is an alleyway of about three meters wide and five meters long with a staircase at the end. On the right side there is a lift that looks to lead to the apartments. Suddenly the lift is activated and Owen notices on the indication that the lift comes from the 12th floor. He goes back to the parking lot, hides behind a pillar and watches one of the two junkies appearing. This is my luck, is Owen thinking. I didn’t have to search to know what apartment I need to go; it’s the one on the 12th floor, the last level. Then, the van is entering the parking lot driven by the other junkie. A double catch and no time to loose; time for a fight, is Owen thinking as he is removing his jeans jacket. He approaches the van carefully and appears in front of the first junkie. The sight of the stupid junkie didn’t make Owen hesitate to give him a direct and violent hit right in his face changing his sharp nose into a flat broken nose. The junkie felt on his back almost unconscious and his nose bleeding in the middle of his face.
- This was from me, says Owen. Furthermore I fear for you that in a few days you will receive same from a good friend of mine.
Suddenly appear the second junkie in front of Owen. The junkie had just enough time to see Owen’s six packs abdominals popping out at the same time of the flex and striation of his inner right thigh before receiving a kick into his face smashing his nose in the same way as the other junkie.
Both junkies are lying on the floor almost unconscious with their nose bleeding.
Owen is now opening the side door of the van. He notices that the rope and block that were used to pull Ivan inside the van were still in place. He turns to the junkie who had a sharp nose before and put the rope around his neck.
- Did you do like this to my friend last time? Asked Owen while pulling the rope dragging the flattened nose junkie into the van.
The junkie is now standing inside the van with the rope around his neck. Owen is also tightening the junkie’s hands behind his back and put a cloth in his mouth to avoid him to call or shout.
Owen closes the side door of the van and is now turning to the other junkie who comes slowly back from unconsciousness. He takes the junkie by force and smashes him face down on the floor. Then, in a movement using his right leg and his two arms, he dislodged the left elbow of the junkie. This is very painful and the junkie shouts of all his might.
- Like this you will not disturb me during my next fight, is Owen explaining.
Owen is now forcing the junkie and smashes him on the metallic door. He opens the door, smashes the junkie to the second metallic door and opens the second door. He opens the door of the lift and pushes the junkie inside.
- Where is the key, is asking Owen.
- Around my neck, replies the junkie with a voice showing clearly his pain.
(The lift is leading directly inside each apartment. Therefore an individual key is needed.)
The lift goes up and reaches the 12th floor.
The door of the lift goes open and Owen pushes the agonizing junkie a few meters further on a very large sofa.
The apartment is a very big duplex. The ceiling of the living room is high and divided in two levels with a balcony.
Owen recognises the fat colossus from the ferry. It’s the twin brother of the guy he fought in the park recently.
The fat colossus is sitting in the sofa with two pinups by his side. These two pinups looks like two girls who didn’t eat anything these last three weeks and their kilos of make-up is supposed to be in harmony with the colour of their hair. However they look very friendly.
He is dressed with an ugly long Bermuda that looks more like a potato bag than clothing.
His hairy, huge and fat upper body is naked as the two pinups dressed in a bikini are caressing him.
All three suddenly stands up due to the unexpected presence of Owen. The fat colossus puts a T-shirt and the pinups are moving a little bit further away both staring to the lean but muscular body of the young man.
Nobody says a word and both enemies are standing in front of each other at about three meters distance. Owen realises that he committed a big mistake by doing this operation in solo without backup. He is trapped; the door of the lift goes closed and the lift goes down to another level. If something goes wrong, Owen cannot escape or being helped.
Owen is standing straight and proud; all his muscles tight and ready for an incredible fight he knows he can lose. The two pinups are still staring to Owen by the sight of his tall V-shape upper body with strong shoulders and pectorals, and popping out six packs abdominals. His legs slightly spread out with muscular inner thighs popping to forward like somebody ready to attack. Owen’s muscles are still slightly swollen due to the heavy training he had in the afternoon.
Suddenly the massive fat guy proceeds towards Owen who reacts immediately by a kick to the stomach of his opponent. The colossus is stopped by the shock but proceeds immediately. He comes close to Owen, catches him by the throat with his huge left hand and applies his huge right hand on Owen’s abdominals that he starts to squeeze with an incredible force. He lifts Owen above his head by holding him with his left hand by the throat and his right hand by the abdominals. Owen is now facing down above the head of the colossus. He is holding the left arm of the colossus with his two hands. He can see the sadistic smile on the face of the colossus who is squeezing his abdominals with an incredible force. Owen tightens is six packs as much as he could but the squeeze of the colossus is so strong that his abdominals are at the limit of being torn. The colossus is not squeezing Owen’s throat; this is proving that he is only playing with his victim. The pinups are stunned by this view. They see the young man lifted and struggling face down, both biceps bulging by holding the arm of the colossus with two hands. The lean young muscles of his upper body were popping and his intercostal muscles were clearly showing three separate ribs muscles on each side of his upper body. His firm half covered buttocks and the muscles of the back of his thighs bulging looks like two balls of rugby with his lower legs at 90° vertically. The colossus kept this position during several minutes squeezing Owen’s six muscle blocks as a sponge with one hand and with a sadistic smile on his face. The squeeze is horribly painful; but as Owen considers his abdominals as his hardest body part, he abstains to emit any shout of pain just by proudness.
After several minutes, the fat colossus throws Owen on his back on a low table that broke in two by the shock. Owen is not hurt as he felt flat on the surface of the table. Furthermore the fact that the table broke had a shock absorbing effect.
The sight of Owen falling on his back is very impressive for the spectators. They watch Owen’s muscularity taking different shapes. His abdominal are popping out, his pectorals are striated, his arms are tight and his thighs balancing before clenching.
Owen needs a few seconds to find back his orientation. He stands up and sees the colossus with his right hand in his right pocket thinking that nobody see what he is doing. But Owen doesn’t give him time to enjoy; he reacts immediately by two kicks sweeping heavily the face of the colossus; one with his left leg immediately followed by same with the right leg. Owen has in fact good basic karate skills. At the age of twelve till his sixteen years old he followed karate training and reaches brown belt level. He quit because he became more attracted by athletic and swimming. The kicks were so violent that the colossus lost almost his balance and did a few steps backwards against a large window. The glass broke in hundred pieces behind the back of the colossus with the loud noise a double glass can make when bursting. The fight continues. The colossus comes again close to Owen and catches him again by the throat with his huge left hand and applies his huge right hand on Owen’s abdominals that he starts to squeeze with an incredible force. He lifts Owen above his head by holding him with his left hand by the throat and his right hand by the six blocks of abdominals that he starts to squeeze as a sponge like he did the first time. As proud as Owen can be on his strong abdominals, he couldn’t resist emitting a straining noise as the colossus seems to squeeze of all his might.
Owen must again struggle during several minutes in a position face down with both biceps bulging by holding the arm of the colossus with two hands, his shoulders striated, the lean young muscles of his upper body popping with his intercostal muscles clearly showing three separate ribs muscles on each side of his upper body. His firm half covered buttocks and the muscles of the back of his thighs bulging like two balls of rugby with his lower legs at 90° vertically.
After several minutes of enjoyment, the colossus throws Owen in the same way he did on the low table. But this time he throws him in a way that the small of his back is smashed by the back of the large sofa.
- Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhh shouts Owen as his body is bended in two to extreme proportion; his six packs abdominals popping out, his arms spread out behind his head and his muscular thighs balancing bulging and clenched under his tiny cut-off jeans short. Owen lies on in back during almost one minute in the same position on the back of the sofa like somebody whose body is cracked in two.
This is giving time enough to the sadistic colossus to finish his enjoyment while admiring Owen’s muscularity.
The general impression is that Owen is seriously thrashed by the fat colossus who now takes Owen below his arms, moves him from the back of the sofa and put his huge hand behind Owen’s head taking him in a full nelson. Owen is now dragged slowly to the middle of the living room. The two pinups admire the muscularity of the young man caught in the full nelson. They admire his very well trained biceps bulging, they admire all the muscle of his upper body popping and they admire the sexy movement of his inner thighs see from the front; nice muscular concave flex at first, than trembling, popping to forward and clenched. All this is accompanied by a grave straining noise from Owen and so on at each struggling step. Owen is bulging his biceps to the maximum of his limits hopping he can get free from the full nelson by doing so. This spectacle last for several minutes after which Owen gets free of the full nelson by doing an unexpected quick movement downwards with his arms surprising the fat colossus. The fight can restart and in the same move Owen sweeps heavily the face of the colossus by two consecutive kicks; one with his left foot followed by one with his right foot. He continues with a lot of punch right into the face of the colossus who did some steps backwards. Suddenly, in a kind of choleric reaction, the fat colossus steps to forward, come close to Owen and wraps his huge fat arms around his chest exactly at the position where his three intercostal muscles are popping out. He doesn’t lift him off the floor but drags him slowly to the middle of the living room. He starts to squeeze his ribcage sideward with an incredible power.
- Uuuuuuuurrrgggh strains Owen as his ribcage is suddenly squeezed. Owen finds a way to give a series of heavy blows to the face of his opponent. These hits don’t seem to affect the strong colossus. Owen’s arms are losing strength as the colossus is squeezing with such a power that Owen has to concentrate the maximum resistance on his intercostal muscles. Owen’s is emitting a continuous low and grave sound as head is rocking backwards
- aaarrgg aaarggg aaaarggg aaaarggg which is a combination of straining and agonizing noise. He has no power in his arms anymore and his hands are just holding the big fat arms of the colossus. His body is bent backwards as the colossus is holding an oblique position to forward tightening the bearhug. Owen is crushed in front of two pinups who are looking to the poor Owen completely disabled. They see his strong swimmer pectorals deformed by the resisting effort, they see his great oblique flattened by the grip, they see the back of his muscular thighs bulging and balancing at each dragging movement with his legs in a half squat position as the colossus tries to kneel his victim to the floor, his inner thighs popping to forward and showing a triple striation.
After several minutes, the colossus reaches the middle of the living room with Owen still squeezed in the bearhug and seriously weakened. He repositions his choking grip by grappling Owen at his lower ribs and lifts him from the floor. Owen finds a way to lift and flex his arms to show the power of his bulging biceps in spite of the unbelievable crushing pressure. Nice sight for the two pinups that sees the part of Owen’s upper body with all the lean but strong muscles in movement above the colossus shoulders. He succeeded by giving a series of six or seven strong hits on both sides of his neck using the side of both of his hands like a karateka who wants to break a wooden bar in two. These hits don’t seem to affect the strong colossus whose eyes took to a red colour like somebody intoxicated by steroids. Then comes a short and loud shout of pain of Owen immediately followed by the noise of ribs cracking; aarrrgg krrrk as his upper body is arching backwards. Pffffffffffffffffssss the air is now pressed out of his lungs followed again by a continuous low and grave straining agonizing sound aaarrgg aaarggg aaaarggg aaaarggg. His arms have no strength at all and he is holding the big fat arms of the colossus with his hands. His strong pectorals are deformed by the incredible resisting effort and the back of his thighs are bulging almost like a ball of basket as his lower legs are at an angle of 90° with his bare thighs on each side of his opponent.
Owen committed a big mistake by doing this operation in solo without backup. Nobody is there to help him. The colossus is much stronger than Owen who doesn’t understand how it is possible that a fat guy can have more strength than a trained athlete and gym fanatic. Owen, seriously weakened, starts to lose conscience. Due to the squeeze, the blood flow to his head is reduced. His head is swimming. The fat colossus keeps Owen in his arms still squeezing his upper body with an incredible power.
- Call the lift, says the colossus to one of the pinups.
The lift came and suddenly, like in a desperate movement, Owen founds a last source of energy to bend straight and to hit the colossus with a very well placed blow with his right fist to his kin. This followed in the same move with a left blow straight to the face of the colossus and smashing his nose. His opponent releases the bearhug immediately. Owen falls on his back and takes the wise decision of not to extend the fight. He stands up immediately, in spite of the horrible pain in his back and at his ribs, and runs to the lift. The angry colossus runs towards him. Owen blocks the movement by giving a hard blow in the stomach with his right foot pushing the colossus backwards. This immediately followed by two hard kicks in the face of the colossus. Owen enters the lift and disappears. On his way down in the lift, Owen contemplates his muscularity in front of the wide mirror. Then he pops out all the muscles of his upper body, flexes his biceps in proudness and flexes and jiggles his muscular thighs. He has to stop this narcissist exercise as his bruised upper body is hurting too much.
Once in the parking lot he recuperates his jeans jacket, went to his motorcycle, starts the motor and when back home with the primary intention to take care of his back and ribs.
Tomorrow, I will visit Ivan and we will make the point as I am convinced that Ivan will take his revenge he thinks.
On his way to home, in order to cool down a little, he stops in front a bar and parks his motorcycle aside from the street. Despite the provocative way he is dressed, he decided to enter anyway and have a good nerves relaxing refreshment.
The bar was big with, on the backside, a large place that can eventually be used as dance floor. This large place is separating the bar with a room having three snookers. The bar was not crowded. It’s 21h30. Of course all heads are turned to the young muscle bound entering slowly carrying his helmet in his left hand. Nobody who is sitting there is used to see a young man entering a bar at 21h30 dressed in the way he is. His muscular upper body popping out of his open jean’s jacket, his muscular arms showing strong biceps, his striated shoulders emerging out of his sleeveless jean’s jacket and the supple movement of his muscular inner thighs flexing and clenched at each step under his tiny frayed cut-off jean’s short are drawing the attention of everybody.
Owen proceeds slowly to the end of the bar and ask for a cuba-libre that the confused bar-tender serves him without delay.
While drinking his cuba-libre, his attention is drawn by photographs hanging on the wall in one corner of the snooker room. These are photographs of all the members of the snooker club. While having a close look, he sees the picture of the colossus he just fought and also of his brother he fought in the park and send to the hospital a few days ago.
Good to know, he thinks.
The bar-tender is looking confused to Owen standing in front of the photograph. He observes Owen from behind and admires his muscular arms and wide shoulder emerging out of his jean’s jacket. He observes also his muscular thighs and calves under his firm buttock which is only partly covered by his tiny cut-off jean’s short.
- You should come more often, says the bar-tender still confused by Owen’s sculptural body tanned by the sun and the provocative way he is dressed.
- I think I will; and I have a friend who will certainly also like to come here, replies Owen ironically while coming back slowly to bar crossing the large dancing floor.
The bar-tender observes now Owen’s sculptural body seen from the front, admiring his popping six packs abdominals and his relaxed walking movement with his inner thighs showing a nice muscular concave flex at each step.
- Are you always dressed like this, asked the bar-tender?
- Always, replies Owen while paying his drink.
- You really have an athletic body, says the bar-tender.
- I have to go now; see you soon, continues Owen.
Owen leaves the bar under the watching and analysing eyes of the customers.
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