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Bill undid the ankle restraints first, and then each of Jeff’s wrists were freed…Jeff staggered; then made a beeline for an Indian club he had seen lying on the floor. It was about the same size and shape as a bowling pin. This motion caught even Bill by surprise. Jeff managed to swing the club and landed a solid hit right in Bill’s groin. Bill curled up on the floor in pain and let out a terrific howl. Jeff grabbed a chain that was also on the floor and managed to wrap it around Bill’s neck and then twisted it to cut off the air and Bill soon passed out. Normally mild-mannered Jeff knew he had little time, but he wasn’t in a forgiving mood either. He mustered every ounce of strength in his 5’9” 160 pound body and was able to lay Bill out on one of the exercise benches. He thought there would be no way to restrain him here, so he dragged him over to the wall where he had been held prisoner just a short while ago…Using every ounce of his upper body strength, Jeff stood beautiful Bill’s body up against the wall; he was able to get one wrist locked in and then a second, just as Bill was beginning to come around…so Jeff gave him a quick chop to the nuts and that took any of the fight out of him and he secured his ankles in the locks. “Jeff, I was just kidding with you….I wouldn’t have hurt you.” said Bill. “Shut up…now I’m the one who is going to have the fun.” Jeff knew it would take all his energy to work this guy over with his fists, better to use the club that had already once saved him from Bill Davey. First, though he found a pair of scissors and cut off the skimpy shorts that Bill was wearing, and followed that up by cutting off Bill’s bikini underwear. “You know Bill, I’ve never figured out why all bodybuilders have such small dicks…. you’d think with being able to build up every other muscle in your body, you could do something with your cock. Did Brian tell you, he loves the feel of my 11 inches inside him…your puny 6 incher would never satisfy my boy. I can’t believe you actually believed me when I said you could have a chance with B-Rok…he is just about the hottest guy around…. which you apparently noticed…. but he is mine…. Now, down to business.” Jeff took the club and began pounding it into Bill’s abs…at first Bill seemed to be able to take it, but then after about 7 merciless blows, he began to give way. Jeff then said, “You know Bill, we really should only work one area of the body at a time, but seeing how we’re pressed for time, I better concentrate everywhere.” Jeff systematically began pounding Bill’s marvelous chest, his arms and even those monster thighs. At one point Jeff hammered Bill’s ribs with the club until he heard them crack. Bill would yell and scream out for Jeff to stop, but it went on deaf ears. Jeff obviously got tired, and rested periodically, but he wasn’t going to stop until this guy’s body was mush, and then he still wouldn’t be done. Bill took this beating for about 45 minutes. His once proud and beautiful body was now a mass of welts and bruises. Bill was passing in and out of consciousness. Jeff now knew, there would be no more fight in Mr. America, so he released all the locks and Bill fell forward on his stomach with his beautiful untouched back, butt and hamstrings still untouched. Can’t have that thought Jeff, so he worked those areas of Bill’s buff body over till they matched his front side. Jeff dragged him over to a workout bench and placed him face up. Bill’s legs and arms just dangled. There was no fight or strength left in this young bull. Jeff teased Bill by running his beautiful cock across Bill’s lips; he forced the semi-hard rod into Bill’s mouth and let him have one taste of something he would never know the pleasure of. But it was time to get back to work. With his fists he started pummeling the drop-dead gorgeous face of Bill Davey. All Bill could do was whimper, moan and beg for Jeff to stop. His babbling really made no sense at this time. Jeff didn’t stop until there Bill’s face was bloodied and beaten red. “Now, let’s see Billy boy, I believe you said you were going to beat me, ruin my face, stick your forearm up my ass and then bust my nuts. You’ll have to excuse me, but I am going to do it in a different order. I’ve already beaten you, messed with your pretty boy face, now it is time to do a little nut busting.” Jeff found two five-pound weights and placed one resting on the left inner thigh of this once proud bodybuilder. He spread out Bill’s legs, and Jeff carefully placed Bill’s sorry scrotum so that it was resting on the metal weight. With the other weight, Jeff administered two fierce blows to Bill’s balls. “AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh” cried Bill in unbelievable agony as spit began pouring out of his mouth. Jeff examined his work and reported to Bill that the mission was accomplished and that it only took to the two blows to smatter the baby balls of Bill Davey. “I’m not going to do anything permanent to alter your cock Bill…..you need to have a little something showing when you compete next time.” Jeff did manage to hold Bill’s penis up and give it a few swats with the wooden Indian club. By now Bill throat could only emit garbled sounds of pain and agony. “Too bad Bill that you will never know the feeling that Brian has when he and I fuck each other. B-Rok loves it when all 11 inches of me are inside him and we make such sweet love. I wouldn’t want to leave your sorry ass empty though. You’re going to feel what it is like to have 11 inches inside you.” Jeff then turned the mumbling mess over onto his stomach on the workout bench and again his arms and legs just dangled. He pulled him back by his hips, so that Bill’s cock and former balls could hang loose. He began to play with Bill’s muscle butt, and stuck one finger up his butt hole…Bill just moaned. “That sounds too much like you like that…. and Bill, I just can’t have that” said Jeff. There was no need to be gentle. Jeff took a 10-pound bar bell and removed the weights. He then shoved the rod up Bill’s butt, but only about 6 inches deep. Bill yelled out in agony, and his pain got worse as Jeff just started to rotate and shake the steel pole in Bill’s invaded asshole. Once Jeff was satisfied that Mr. Muscle’s butt has been loosened and stretched enough, Jeff took the Indian club that was shaped like a bowling pin and began to shove it up Bill’s now easy ass. The first half, which had a diameter of about 2 inches, went in quickly…the bottom part, which must have been close to 4 inches in diameter, would be more of a challenge. As Bill moaned and groaned with the excruciating pain, Jeff force fed the entire pin up his butt, all 14 inches. What a butt plug that turned out to be. Jeff was done. He rolled the beaten hunk off the bench and laid him out on the floor. Jeff got in his face, and told him thanks for the training session. He’d remember it always. Jeff took a sip of Gatorade and left.