A Basis for Revenge (muscle theft)
by fucil99
You can only really be expected to take so much before you finally break down. You're resistance wavers, and sooner than later, you really have the way to stop it or you're off on a rampage that has no way of really being controlled.
When you're one of the little guy's like Marko and his friends were, there wasn't a lot of real options or weapons at your disposal except your brains. You couldn't kick these guys ass! It was physically impossible to do that, when you weigh 118 lbs and barely come up to the perpetrator's shoulders, and they were easily twice your weight. On top of that, you sort of sit back and bear what ever comes your way, or like the smart ones do, you run.
But that was yesterday. For Marko this was today and a new and improved Marko just walked into the picture and he had weapons of mass destruction now. He had the means to an end so to speak. The end was for Karlos and his entourage.
Karlos and his buddies had been a thorn in Marko and his friends' sides for way too long now and it was time to rectify an unsettled little dispute between the two groups once and for all. That dispute was who ruled the roost. Did the nerds as they called him and his friends or did the jerks as he and his friends called Karlos and his friends.
So far that decision was a rule of physics: the big ruled the little. That was the way it always went--survival of the fittest. That didn't actually have to change, to change the rules. The fittest could still rule and survive and impose their ideas of how things should go. The rules could be bent a bit, the tables turned so to speak in a way no one would have expected or thought even possible.
"Well here it is guys! THE DE-EQUALIZER!" Marko said as he walked into his group's private retreat in the back of the Tammery Laundromat's spacious extra office area behind the main laundry area and closed the door behind him, and held the device up for all to view.
"This gentleman represents a change for us and this fucked up little town we call home!" Marko was a bright handsome charismatic young man of just 20 and who, despite his stature, had one of the deepest fullest baritone voices of all of the guys in the group. It boomed when he felt good it screamed of confidence and self-assurance, he was the perfect leader in everyway, manipulative and sincere and a damn good liar if need be, he was also very smart and very rich. Or at least his family was.
"Brains and money, hmm? Quite a combination if you think about it. What good has ever come out of the combination of the two when they are backed against a wall and forced to rely on one another?" Marko said generating the support and fervor of his group.
"Hmm.. I know, nuclear weapons, biological weapons, smart bombs. And oh yeah.. THE MARKO'S DEVICE!" Marko said boldly holding the device in the air to let everyone see it for themselves.
It looked rather unimpressive for the most part. It was a small handheld and sort of resembled your basic Taser. It didn't look like anything that would as Marko had been claiming it would do--CHANGE THE STATUS QUO! Marko had enough believers in his group to change the minds of the skeptical ones. He just needed to test this thing out and show them what it could do.
"SO! I have my skeptics right!" Marko said aiming the device at the entire group in one swing of the room at their sitting level. Half the group ducked while another quarter shrieked audibly and the other quarter held steadfast and braved the meaningless pass of the weapon by them.
"So what can it do Marko?" Diesel asked, cocking one of his thick eye brows when he said it as only he could.
"Well Diesel, Should I test it on you? Maybe then you will all see what it can do." Marko said knowing he was no real match for Diesel in body size but in brains he was way more superior.
Diesel was the groups only real muscle. He was a friend of a friend of a friend of the group. A long shot at loyalty, he was most likely seditious of the group. He had his own small following that if given time would have blossomed into its own faction and separated the clan of the thinkers as they affectionately called their group, their clan.
Diesel wasn't a real threat, not to Marko. He had pegged him early long before he was ever a real threat and had several times forced even the physically superior Diesel to see his way of thinking.
Diesel wasn't stupid, he was just arrogant and sometimes arrogance was stupid and blind as well. Diesel was the perfect subject and the worst subject for this experiment. He was the proverbial middle ground. Things done to him could lead in one direction or the other and drag the entire group in whatever direction that events proceedings and their feelings about it were in that direction.
Diesel was all muscles. At 6'2" and 210 lbs of rock hard well-trained muscles, he had his followers in the group. No one disputed the differences in their minds, Marko won that one hands down. He very good looking as well and that had merit to its influences as well. Marko didn't want that to be a factor but it was.
There for he was the perfect subject for the first test. With everything there had to be a first. Often times the first time was the worst time but it worked both ways almost on an even plateau.
Good versus evil, YADA YADA! Sometime there just had to be a sacrifice, be it one of value or trust. Sometimes it was worth giving up, the comfort zone of complacency for the uncertain.
Diesel fit the bill. His arrogance had long been another thorn in Marko's side, albeit a much more tolerable one.
"Diesel, Diesel, Diesel... ever the skeptic... sigh... hmmm. Well, I guess you'll do," Marko said calmly, and pointed his device at the striking young stud. An audible gasp was let out in unison by the members when he did it. Diesel stood up as if in defiance against this threat to him. Marko smiled knowing full well he wouldn't be able to retaliate in anyway.
Marko took one last look at how Diesel looked now. He was dressed in jeans that accentuated every part of his physique in every flattering way. A tight fitting tee shirt did the same for his well-contoured torso. He looked almost as good as the comic book heroes do as far as his body went and he would have made a great model if he wanted too. But in reality, he was an inevitable liability for Marko, a threat to his role as the leader of this group of misfits.
"Sorry about this Diesel," Marko said as he pressed his thumb down on the red button that glowed on the facade of his device. A beam of red light hit Diesel right at mid chest level. Diesel froze where he stood like he had been placed in a trance or something; his mouth was still in the half opened mode. It was in so he could curse Marko out frozen before his vocal cords could utter even the beginning of what surely would have been a lame comeback at best.
"That's just for starters BOY! YOU AINT SEEN NOTHING YET!!!" Marko said as he glanced around the now silent room. Marko should have been a defensive player. His next move was an explanation that as long as he'd proven that he could immobilize anyone there was bound to be listened too.
"You can't beat what you can't take on! By that I mean, if the odds are against you and you know it your best option is defense right!" Marko said knowing no one was going to reiterate a thing to him.
"You see, Diesel is my subject for an explanation for what I can--NO! NO!!! What this thing here can do. Its simple mathematics that rule most of the world around you right?" Marko said and waited for his fellow egghead friends to agree. They did in their own way some with gapped open jaws others with audible gasp of recognition to the truth in the statement, while all their heads went up and down in almost choreographed unison.
"Well in every war there are leaders that command the actions of his or her troops. This is my army!" Marko said as he again held it out pointing it at them as he did it and getting the response he wanted from his actions. The room moved as if they were doing the wave as it passed by their location but other then the occasional gasp and "Oh GOD!" or other more explanatory words the room was dead silent. Only heavy breathing could be heard after he passed them by and if you listened close enough the rapid beating of frightened hearts could surely have been heard.
Marko waited for the group to regain a facsimile of recognition to the events perpetuating in the room. If silence and confusion and fear got together and could form a cloud they surly would have been blinded by it.
Marko again aimed the device at Diesel. Diesel was able to see what was going on his consciousness was piqued to a degree he had never known before, but he was frozen in place as helpless as a baby animal fresh from its mothers womb, still encased in it protective sheath of placental skin.
Without another word or a warning Marko again pressed the top button and a beam of blue light hit Diesel's chest at nipple level right square in the middle of his large hairy pecs.
Marko then began to turn his body still holding the button down. Diesel moved as if he was a puppet connected by strings the beam never leaving the exact center of his upper torso. Marko guided him as he too walked like a parallel sun orbiting Diesel till Diesel was the focal point of the room and standing in front of all the others at the exact middle of the room. While Marko was confident enough to know fear was his controlling factor took center stage ten feet behind the group of seated guys.
"Now before you get too cocky or jumpy or anything, just remember I can do this to all of you at the same time if I want to." Marko knew he couldn't even if he tried but they didn't know that. "Let the demonstration begin!" Marko said with confidence in his deep baritone voice.
The color of the beams light changed to an almost purple color, sort of fuchsia in tone. An audible hum came from the device. It pulsated as it built up a repetition of noise that finally merged into one long continual drone. The group's eardrums all popped as if the pressure of the room's air had increased and it had.
Then to all of their amazement and discord, Diesel began to almost deflate like a stuck balloon. His massive arms dwindled down ever consistently along with the rest of his body. His thick strong legs dwindled down in size along with the rest of him. His clothes grew baggier and baggier as the process went on. Diesel was fully aware of all of it; his face showed his recognition to it as it happened to him. He could feel it his body shrinking in strength and muscularity. Diminishing against his will or wants, his pride shrinking along with it, his confidence and stature fading his status in the group declining with every centimeter of his size.
Soon his tight fitting jeans were free to follow Nature's gravity call and that was earthward and soon they took as their last holdings on his body, his boxers briefs as well, and now they laid piled in a knee-level mound of folded denim, belted, buttoned and zipped, their waistline slightly covered by his only real cover for his dwindling manhood. His briefs his cock now exposed for all to watch as it shrank to a useless size.
Standing before them was one of the skinniest guys the group of already very skinny guys had ever seen. Legs no thicker then small frail saplings supported a frame now covered by a muscle tee that was giving into the extra room and falling down to elbow level leaving his frail bony shoulders and bone thin muscle-less arms behind. Its only blessing was relief of them seeing his fading manhood go down to a child's size.
Diesel's eyes were red with tears and the room felt his pain. But most of all they shared with him one thing Marko would need. Diesel's fear!!!! This was but a demonstration of what we--NO, I--could do! The room was as quiet as a church would be during silent prayers. Only the sounds of Diesel's whimpers and fear-filled breaths could be heard.
Today Diesel paid but tomorrow Karlos and his friends would find they had new masters and they weren't the drugs they needed daily just to survive.