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 Ian was playing basketball.  He was wearing his favorite black tank-top and
a pair of nylon shorts.  His muscular built arms were bulging, and his
chest and abs were sweaty and pumped.  His 12 inch cock was hard in his
shorts and he felt like fucking something tight and young.  He knew there
was a nearby playground where he'd picked up young stuff to fuck and kill
in the past.  He thought he'd go over and prowl the park for little boys
and girls when he was through working his bod.  He finished up and jogged
to the playground.  He saw a young boy, about 11 years old, blond hair, and
bright green eyes, smooth and very pre-pubescent, playing with a tether
ball by himself.  He was about 4 feet 3 inches tall, probably around 70lbs,
if that.  He was a tiny, adorable thing.  Ian stood 6,7 tall, was about 200
pounds of ultra lean muscle.  He rubbed his growing cock through his
shorts, watching the tiny boy play innocently by himself, what an easy
piece of meat to target.  Sometimes his victims just fell into his lap,
this one was a little old for his taste, but Ian could make it work, he
always made it work when it came to his cock.  He walked over to the boy,
his taller frame casting an intimidating shadow over the small child.  "Hey
Kiddo." The boy looked up a bit startled at the much larger, older,
stronger, boy.  "Hey mister..." the boy almost whispered.  Ian looked
around, there were no witnesses, and there was a tool shack over near the
swing-set, the boys little blue backpack sat near the shed also, "perfect,"
Ian whispered out loud.  The boys eyes widened as Ian peeled his shirt off,
his huge pectorals and ripped 8 pack abs glistening with sweat and bulging
with pure muscular strength.  He reached down casually and grabbed the
little 11 year old, "time to meet your maker baby.." Ian chuckled as he
carried the squirming, squealing boy into the shed, he kicked the backpack
inside too and shut the door.  He dropped the tiny boy on the ground and
opened his backpack, inside were just some 6th grade books, cute little
books with his name on them, "Oliver." Ian ripped the books to shreds in
front of the tiny little kid, "after I finish with you here....  Oliver....
You won't exist anymore." The boy's tiny face contorted into a tearful
grimace of fear.  Ian pulled his shorts down and removed his shoes and
socks, he was standing now in his boxer-briefs, which left little to the 11
year olds imagination.  As he peeled the bulging tight white briefs off,
his 14 inch monster sprung from his boxers, and almost hit the tiny kid in
the face.  Ian wasted no time in getting his load out, he picked the 11
year old up and started rubbing him against his cock, the boy whimpered and
cried but Ian loved this best, next to listening to them choke, gag, cry,
and die, on his cock.  He tore the little boy's clothes off, and pulled his
hair till his face was up against the huge monster rod.  "you're gonna suck
my boy-killer kiddo." Ian forced the little kid's mouth open and shoved his
cock all the way down his tiny throat, he felt the kid's chest bulging and
struggling to fight the cock that was essentially crushing him to death. 
"Fuck little guy, I'm gonna fucking destroy you with this monster, too bad
you're not gonna live to see your fucking 12th birthday, I just love
killing little kids like you." The boy was barely struggling anymore, his
tiny hands were wrapped gently around the giant manly, rough and ravaging,
cock, which Ian was mercilessly ramming deep into Oliver's throat.  Ian
felt the cum coursing through his veins as he threw his head back, he
grabbed Oliver's small neck and flexed his huge 20 inch biceps as he
emptied well over 20 gallons of cum, his huge balls pumping load after load
into the unwilling pre-teen.  He loved these rape-murders, he killed an
average of 80,000,000 kids a week, last week he had been lucky enough to
get 6 busloads of 4 year old boys, he loved the real young shit best, they
were the most fun to watch die.  Ian kept a hold of the 11 year olds'
throat, feeling it twitch in his big rough hands, he could feel the life
leaving the tiny kid, "Time to die little guy," Ian gripped the small neck
tightly and crushed it in his hands, the boys small legs kicked twice and
then stopped.  Ian looked down at his handiwork and was proud, there was
nothing more beautiful to him than the corpse of one of his young innocent
victims.  He picked Oliver's tiny body up and ripped it in half with his
bare hands, he drank his blood and ate some of his insides, then used each
half to masturbate, then he ripped his head off and ate it whole.  God it
tasted good.  He flashed back to one of his favorite kills, the time he had
broken into a house at night, during a young rich boy's sleepover party,
there were around 300 - 350 boys ages 5, 6, and 7, in one room, Ian
couldn't remember exactly the number, because to him they were just toys,
but he had raped and killed every single little body in that room, the
parents, and the pet cats.  Nothing survived his rampage, he had felt so
godly, powerful, strong, and he was, he was the strongest in the world,
especially to those little kids he killed, he really loved killing them. 
Ian stood up, he was covered in blood, so he walked to the hose in the shed
and cleaned his huge bulging body off, he was glistening now, and the floor
was bloodstained and gut-spewed.  He heard laughter outside, and when he
stepped back into the playground there were 3 children playing, much more
to his taste, they were all around 5 years old.  His favorite age to kill,
he would have lots of fun with these little ones.  He stepped outside naked
and unnoticed by the young children, he walked towards them, effectively
cornering them in a sandbox.  "Hey little ones, why don't you come play
with me in my tool-shed?" They cocked their heads in curiosity, but Ian
didn't give them time to respond, he simply reached down and scooped two of
them up, the other he got by the waist and carried all three of them into
the bloody shack.  The moment they saw the dismembered corpse all three
children knew they were in trouble and began screaming and crying and
struggling, Ian picked up a lawnmower in the shed and with his inhuman
strength broke it in half and bent the steel handle into a pretzel with
which he locked the doors to prevent the little kids from escaping their
rape and slaughter.  "Ian brought you here cause he wants to fuck and snuff
you babies, so get ready for the ride of your lives, that is, the last ride
of your lives." Ian smiled as he grabbed one of the tiny 5 year olds, he
accidentally squeezed too hard and he instantly crushed the tiny boy's
waist into mush, killing him immediately.  Slightly disappointed, but also
aroused by his amazing strength and ruthless muscle Ian reached for the
second sex-toy, he lifted the screaming child up and forced his tiny butt
onto his throbbing massive cock.  As he used his fuck-toy to get off, he
picked the other 5 year old up and started gnawing on his little legs,
eating him alive.  The boy screamed shrilly, as Ian continued to eat him as
if he were a tasty snack, blood poured from the boy's missing legs as Ian
chuckled as he slowly killed the tiny boy by eating him, he was such a
fucking stud, he felt great, he wished he could just watch himself raping,
eating, and slaughtering these little fuck-slaves.  The tiny one on his
cock suddenly stopped twitching as Ian felt the little body freeze up and
then crumble on his abs.  Ian flexed his cock and the tiny corpse flew off
of his giant implement.  He took the now legless little cripple sex-toy and
started fucking his upper half, the boy was barely still alive, but was
conscious and screaming in agony as Ian enjoyed the last few seconds of the
toddlers short and pathetic life.  "you little boy-meat!  I'm fucking
killing you!" Ian screamed as he shot another load up through the half-dead
boy, The force of the ejaculation caused the tiny boy's head to fly off of
his shoulders and hit the ceiling, as Ian's cock erupted like a geyser,
killing the last child in the shack.  Ian stood and dropped the bloody
corpse on the ground among the other 3 dead children, Ian felt amazing
surrounded by the carnage of these three fuck-baby angels he had
slaughtered, he hadn't even known the names of the three toddlers he had
killed, he had just taken them, used them, and fucking broken them like
used toys that he didn't want.  They weren't even recognizable now, except
for the first of the three toddlers he had accidentally killed by crushing
his chest, he would have to fix that, Ian bent down and picked up the
unmolested corpse, opened wide, and devoured it, chewing the body into
pieces and swallowing it whole.  God he was such a stud, eating little
kids, raping and killing them with his muscle, he was the strongest, the
biggest, the most ruthless, the most feared and powerful man in the world.
He could kill anything, rape anything, his cock was the biggest the planet
had ever seen, and he used it for whatever he wanted.  He stepped out into
the playground again, he decided the shack was a good place for future
snuff-fucks.  He had just taken them to the woods or his house in the past,
and it was a pain to have to clean up the mess in his room, and the woods
were a pain to fuck anything in because you lost parts of bodies, things
you wanted to use and eat, they just disappeared in leaves, or animals ran
off with them, it was a pain in the ass.  The shack was the perfect place
for him, right next to the playground, and convenient size and layout for
raping and killing.  He walked back to the basketball court and to his
truck, he decided to drive to the gym.  Ian was on his way to workout, but
his stomach kept growling, he was fucking starving, those little kids
hadn't quite filled him up enough.  He saw a school bus a block ahead of
him, it was in front of the middle school picking up it's little
passengers. He sped to catch up with it, and cut it off with his truck. 
The bus stopped suddenly and the driver honked angrily and urgently.  Ian
stepped out of his truck, he was still only wearing a pair of black gym
shorts, his muscles were bulging obscenely, his cock was bulging in his
shorts, and his arms were pumped to the max, showing crazy veins all over.
He tore the bus doors open, and leaped onto the bus.  He immediately
snapped the bus driver's neck, and she slumped over the wheel dead.  He
turned to survey his little snacks.  There were 30 or so kiddies, ages 11
to 13, most boys but there were a few girls.  He was going to have fun with
this.  He ripped the luggage bars overhead out of the bus and used them to
block the emergency exits and the door in the front.  He stepped toward the
first pair of little boys in the front, both 11 year olds it looked like,
he reached for their seat and tore it out of the ground with his massive
strong muscles, and forced them both up against his huge muscular pecs, he
flexed his chest in their little faces and crushed their heads with his
huge chest muscles.  He let their little dead bodies fall at his feet, then
he moved to the next row, he killed the next little kids with his biceps,
then his forearms, then his quads, his abs, his cock, he tore the next
little ones in half, snuffed one out in his armpit, tore another's head
off, crushed another in his calves, smashed two of them onto his cock and
crushed them jerking off with their bodies.  The massacre was brutal and
rapid, when all 30 little boys and girls lay dead; he went around the bus
and ate every little corpse, including the guts and insides that had been
spilled out of some of the remains when he was killing them.  He let out an
enormous burp, and felt half satisfied hunger.  Stepping off the
kiddie-killing bus, he turned and grabbed the only evidence, the bus (and
the young bus driver's corpse) and carried it into the woods, he wrapped
his giant arms around it and started crushing it flat, then he crushed it
the other way, until his awesome strength had reduced it to nothing more
than a cube of metal with some blood leaking out of it, it was about the
size of a toaster, he grabbed a nearby boulder (about 50,000 tons) lifted
it with one hand, and put the metal cube underneath it and dropped the rock
back on top.  It crushed it flat, and Ian walked away, still sort of
hungry, but pleased with the fuck and snuff session.  He needed more to
eat, so he took a detour to the DMV, slaughtering everyone inside waiting,
and then eating all 9,000 corpses, pretty much filling him up for the
moment, he burped, and as he walked outside he spotted a pair of little
boys roller-skating near the park, running over he lifted them up and
forced them up against a tree, pulling his cock out, he took turns raping
them both, their tiny 12 year old asses being pounded raw, he finally
crushed one of the two against his abs, then forced his cock so far into
the other one that it came out of the kid's mouth along with his heart,
lungs, and a few other internal organs that Ian's cock had forced out of
the boy in order to fuck him harder.  Smiling, Ian dropped the bodies, he
wanted to eat them, but thought it would be hotter to leave the tiny
boy-remains as a display to everyone who saw them of his awesome power,
strength, manliness, and ruthlessness.  He tore the tree out of the ground
however before he left, holding it with one hand he crushed the wood into
sawdust with his awesome muscles, roaring like a wild man as he showed his
strength to anyone who witnessed the awesome display of amazing strength,
Ian's muscles bulged and swelled, it looked as if he could lift the entire
globe, he certainly wasn't struggling with the huge 120 foot tree.  Once
he'd crushed it into a pile of dust no higher than his heel, he walked
naked through the park, killing all that he encountered, two joggers, an
old lady and her husband, a couple kissing on a bench (he raped them both
then tore their bodies into pieces).  A young mother and her infant walking
her baby in a stroller through the park (he raped the mother, using her
baby as a condom on his huge cock, killing both of them).  And a little
league baseball team doing drills in the park (30 ten and eleven year old
boys, two coaches, and a mom taking pictures).  He left the park feeling
stronger, bigger, and much more satisfied now that he had taken out a
considerable amount of kid-pussy, nothing felt better than the feeling of a
small child dying in his hands or on his cock, or in between his rock-hard
muscles.  His favorite feeling in the world actually was the feeling of a
little kid's bones being ground to paste between his abs, he loved crushing
things to death in his abs.  He ran his hand over his 8-pack, feeling the
hard, granite muscle, deadly shredded abs, nothing in the world stood a
chance against him and his hard muscle.  He knew this better than anything.
Walking back to his car, he crushed any living thing he passed.  He drove
home, swerving off the road a couple times to kill little kids walking on
the sidewalk or playing in yards.  When he reached home he walked inside,
instantly he heard gagging and weeping.  Walking into his snuff-lounge, he
saw his three next victims.  It was his old fuck-toy Joyce, she was 15 now,
but had been just 10 when he raped her.  He hadn't killed her, simply by
accident, and now she had given birth to twin boys, both blond haired,
angelic little cherubs.  They were 5 now, and tied up with their mommy,
crying.  Ian walked over to them, his hard cock throbbing with hunger for
more young victims.  He ungagged all three of them, the boys started
sobbing and crying, and Joyce began to beg and sob pathetically.  Ian just
smiled and listened to her begging, he loved this, the mom begging for her
child's lives, offering her own as sacrifice.  Ian loved knowing that none
of the little fuck-things would get any mercy from him, he never showed
mercy, mercy was for weaklings, for little boys, for pathetic wimps, he was
a STUD, a Muscle-God, a Hunk, he didn't show mercy to little snuff-babies.
He flexed as she begged and cried, the little boy twins cried too.  He
threw Joyce to her back and tied her hands hard, pulling her head up by the
hair he positioned her on the floor, looking ahead, at him, as he pinned
the two 5 year old twins to the floor under his giant muscular bod.  They
both sobbed and squealed as he undressed them violently.  He held the
smaller one down with one hand (he didn't know their names) and the bigger
one he held under his abs.  "okay little guys, I want you to scream louder
than you've ever screamed before!  Scream for your fucking daddy!" Ian
thrust his cock hard into the tiny boy beneath him, feeling the kid
clenching and bucking, screaming and sobbing.  The 15 year old mother
looked on in horror, watching the muscle stud that had raped her at 10,
raping and beating her little 5 year old twins.  The boys looked so
innocent; Ian wanted them to suffer before he killed them.  He pounded the
little boy-flesh beneath him like a used boy-cunt.  He was fucking him as
if he were already a little corpse, completely forgetting about snuffing
them slowly, he pounded into the kid so hard that the child's skin started
splitting at the sides as if there were a seam in his flesh.  Grabbing the
child around the neck, Ian pulled hard at his head, tearing the tiny tot's
cute little head off of his body, and letting blood spill out onto the
ground in front of the terrified girl, and his little twin brother.  "YEAH!
DIE FOR DADDY YOU LITTLE SNUFF-TODDLER!" Ian continued to pound his cock
into the kid, as if he were nothing but a cheap sex-toy.  Feeling the
little bones crack, pop, snap, and crumble, was addictive for Ian, his
muscles were so accustomed to the feeling of crushing bone and flesh that
it felt weird to go more than a few hours without crushing a little kid in
his abs, or at least a few in his giant biceps.  He finished using the
corpse as a toy, and crushed the tiny body into pulp in his bicep.  He
reached for the mom, still holding the other kid down, now forcing him to
watch his mother die in front of him too.  He raped his former-slave for
only 2 minutes before his huge 14 inch monster crushed her ribs and broke
through, smashing her lungs, and then destroying her heart, killing her
like an animal.  He laughed as the dead girl spasmed on his giant dick, he
flexed it harder and harder inside of her, holding the little baby boy's
face closer and closer to his dead mommy, shouting at the little kid
cruelly, "LOOK AT YOUR MOMMY LITTLE BITCH!  SHE'S FUCKIN' DYIN' ON DADDY'S
COCK!  WATCH HER TAKE IT LIKE MY SNUFF-TOY!  SOON DADDY'S GONNA DO THE SAME
TO YOU LITTLE FUCK-TOY!" Ian wrapped one of his giant biceps around the
dead girl, and crushed her entire body into pulp in his muscles, the little
boy was sobbing hard, practically choking himself to death on his own
tears. Ian just kept laughing, and positioned the tiny little kid over his
massive schlong, it was time to snuff out his other little boy.  "DADDY'S
GONNA KILL YOU NOW BABY!  THIS COCK MADE YOU, NOW IT'S GONNA UNMAKE YOU!"
Ian laughed as he thrust into the small boy, he fucked him good and hard
for about 3 minutes, until the boy's body was literally a pile of blood and
guts in his giant hands.  He shot his load on the remains of the three
kids, and then picked p the remains and threw them in the trash.  He was
fucking pumped, he needed another hard workout.  He walked to his private
gym and started loading some serious weights, he wanted to pump his muscles
hard.

   He unloaded his favorite weights for his free-weight bench, Ian liked
using free weights the most, it was the best way to measure and demonstrate
his RAW strength and power.  He had them specially designed for his
super-muscle, the smallest weights in the set weighed in at 9
Hundred-Thousand Tons, the Heaviest set of 2 weights was 9
Million-Trillion-Quadrillion-Quintillion Tons, equivalent to the simulated
weight of the continents of Africa, Asia, and Australia combined with all
the earth's water.  Ian could lift this AND MORE with little trouble for an
entire set of 80, with 25 reps in each set.  He could tear entire
continents out of the earth if he wanted.  Destroy the earth with his raw
muscles.  All of this fueled his powerful lust for strength, power, muscle,
and killing.  He loaded the two heaviest weights, along with an additional
25 Nintillion Tons, equivalent to the weight of 3 worlds, he started
pumping out curls, watching his massive round biceps contracting with
ultimate power, capable of crushing out billions upon billions of innocent
lives.  His giant cock started throbbing powerfully, his strength exploding
in his super-human, massive hands, his grip tightening around the
super-matter-forged iron-uranium bar that held the weights he was curling,
the hardest densest matter known in the universe, supposed to be
indestructible, supposed to be so hard that a particle of it falling from
the atmosphere could destroy an entire planet.  Ian crushed the bar in his
grip, feeling the indestructible super-metal crushing in his massive hands
"I'M THE FUCKING GOD OF STRENGTH!" He roared, feeling the power of his
Godly muscles crushing the metal flat.  It was moments like this that drove
Ian over the edge, that made him insatiable, brutal, murderous.  He could
feel power flowing through his swelling muscles, he felt HUGE, GIANT, he
wanted to HUNT, RAPE, DESTROY, SLAUGHTER, by the BILLIONS.  He wanted to
watch billions of innocent, helpless, men women and children sobbing and
pleading for mercy under his massive, ripped, body as he flexed, and
ruthlessly, relentlessly, powerfully, enjoyed the sensation of killing
billions upon billions of innocent children for his sexual pleasure.