The Gang Exterminator (musc SNUFF)
by John D.
The newspaper headline blazed across the front page: “Four Gang Members Brutally Killed by Unknown Assailants.” Jamal read the article and smiled. The article described how four Latino gang members were viciously beaten to death by what must have been a large number of rival gang members. Not only were they beaten to death, but many of their bones had been broken, a couple of their arms had been ripped off their bodies and one head had been smashed with the victim’s brain oozing onto the ground. Apparently no weapons were used. There were no gunshot wounds or knife cuts. The reporter was amazed at what he had seen. But the strangest thing was that there was a note left at the scene that said “Gangbangers will be exterminated like rats.” The reporter couldn’t figure out why another gang would leave a note like that. These were the strangest murders this reporter had ever seen.
Jamal looked at his reflection in the mirror. “It’s rat extermination time,” he thought to himself as he looked at his huge body. He was 6’ 5” tall and he weighed 300 pounds, all of it solid muscle. And he was only 16 years old, still in high school. His skin was very black and it shined as his muscles bulged underneath. He flexed his 24 inch arms and watched as his biceps bulged into gigantic balls of rippling fibers of muscle covered with veins. “These dogs are gonna kill a lot of rats,” he thought as he watched his bulging arms. He hated rats. He hated gangbangers. To him, the gangbangers were rats. Especially Latino gangbangers.
When he was only 12 years old, a group of Latino gang bangers drove by his house, pointed their guns out of their car window and shot his parents and his older brother, who were standing on his front porch. They all died instantly. The Latinos thought his brother was a member of a rival black gang - but he wasn’t. Another gangbanger shooting mistake and three more innocent people killed. The gangbangers didn’t know it, but this mistake was one they should have never made.
When they had finished shooting, they yelled out their gang sign and started laughing. To them, the black family was just an enemy to extinguish. They were taking over this neighborhood and the less blacks the better. Jamal was inside the house and looked out in horror as the shooting occurred. In ten seconds, his whole life had changed. He had no parents and no brother. He looked at those gang members and yelled in fury.
Jamal was as angry as a boy could get. He knew who those gang members were. He had seen them before, swaggering around the neighborhood. But his aunt and uncle told him to be quiet. “You can’t fight the gangbangers,” his aunt said. “If you tell the police, they’ll come after all of us and kill us all. Just stay low. Keep out of their way.” Jason started crying and nodded his head. He hated gangbangers. He felt so powerless.
He moved in with his aunt and uncle a few blocks from his parents’ house. They didn’t have any children and were happy to have Jamal as their son. Jamal had always been tall, tall and very skinny. His dad always told him he’d fill out. Just wait a few years, he said. But at 12 years old, he was as skinny as a rail. Jamal’s dad was a former all state running back on his high school football team and his mom had been a women’s sprint star in high school. They were both jocks. Jamal’s brother had been a jock too. He was playing high school football when he was killed by the gangbangers. Jamal thought maybe he got the skinny genes in his family. He hadn’t played any sports because he was so thin. Now that his family had been murdered he was totally dejected and totally mad. Mad at the gangs. Mad at society for not stopping the gangs.
His uncle Nate was the younger brother of his father. He had been in the Marines and was still very fit, even though he was 30 years old. Nate kept in shape because he had a little gym set up in his garage. He had some weights, a bench, a squat rack and a pull up bar. Plus, he had a punching bag. He liked to box. In the Marines, he had been a very skilled hand fighter. He learned how to kill enemy soldiers using just his own hands.
Jamal moved into the extra bedroom in Nate and Brenda’s house. He looked at his skinny body in the mirror and tears started dripping down his cheeks. Then he remembered the gym in the garage. He went up to his uncle Nate and said “Nate, can I see your gym?” Nate smiled and said “Sure Jamal. I work out three or four times a week. It’s real good for your body.” Jamal was already the same height as Nate, 5’ 8” tall, but where Jamal had nothing but skin and bones Nate had big hard muscles. Although he was smaller than Jamal’s father - who weighed 225 at 6 feet tall, he weighed 165 pounds and he was solid muscle. Jamal weighed only 95 pounds. His voice had recently changed and he was now entering puberty.
They entered the gym and Jamal’s eyes lit up. “Can I work out with you, Nate? I wanna put on some muscle. I wanna get big and strong. I wanna be able to fight those gangbangers.” Nate looked at his skinny nephew. “Well, I think you just entered puberty, so your body is probably ready. But don’t get your hopes up about fighting those gangbangers. There are a lot of them and they’re tough. Plus they carry guns and knives. One guy, no matter how big and strong he is, isn’t gonna be able to fight those gangbangers.” Jamal didn’t look discouraged at all. “I wanna learn how to fight too. I know you know how to fight because you were a Marine. I want you to teach me to fight. I don’t need guns and knives. I wanna fight with just my hands, feet and muscles. I wanna kill those guys.” Nate smiled. “Okay, little dude. Let’s start. I’ll make sure Brenda cooks you real good food. You need good workouts and good food. We’ll see what happens. Your mom and dad were big. Maybe you can get big too.”
So Jamal started to work out with Nate. His progress was amazing. In one week, he gained 10 pounds of muscle. His bench press went from 60 to 95 pounds. In a month he had gained 25 pounds. And his bench went up to 175 pounds. In three months he had gained 50 pounds. And his bench was 275. Before he was 13 years old, he stood 5’ 9” - taller than Nate - and weighed 145 pounds. And all of that was solid muscle. He could bench almost twice what he weighed. Jamal never put on any fat. He was so happy that he could put on muscle so easily. He realized that what his dad had told him was true. He was filling out. Filling out with solid muscle. And his muscle was very strong. Nate couldn’t believe how strong he was for his age and weight. He wore baggy clothes to school every day. He didn’t want anybody but Brenda and Nate knowing how much muscle he was putting on. He wanted it to be a secret. His close friends knew about his new muscles, but they were sworn to secrecy. He still didn’t try out for any sports. People saw he was getting bigger, but, except for his friends, they thought he was getting fatter, just like lots of kids who don’t play sports and just sit at home playing video games. But Jamal was not playing video games. He was working out and learning to fight seven days a week.
And he was angry. The passage of time did not lesson his anger. He saw those gangbanger rats every day, and every time he saw them he got angrier and angrier. Every few months, more innocent people were killed by the rats. Jamal sometimes knew the victims and this made him even angrier. But he knew he was too small to do anything. He was going to change that as his anger grew.
He worked out one day and took a fighting lesson from Nate the next day. So every other day he was pushing and pulling huge weights, making his muscles grow huge and strong. And the alternate days he was learning how to be a killer fighter, to be able to maim and kill your opponents with your hands and feet, just like the Marines. Nate was surprised at how fast his nephew was putting on muscle, very strong muscle. He was also surprised at how good a fighter he was becoming. He had a natural urge to fight to the death. To maim. To kill. Somehow his tragic experience with the gangbangers killing his parents and brother had made him into a killer. He wanted to snuff as many gangbangers as he could. He didn’t tell anyone about this. But he knew he had been changed. He wanted to maim those rats. He wanted to torture those rats. He wanted to snuff those rats.
When Jamal turned 14, he was six feet tall and weighed 200 pounds. He was way stronger than his uncle Nate. He could bench 450 and squat with 550. Nate had to buy more and more plates every month as Jamal got bigger and stronger. And now Jamal was a much better fighter than Nate. He loved to break boards with his hands. To smash things with his feet. And he loved it when Nate tried to hurt him. He loved to feel Nate’s fists pounding on his abs, abs that were as hard as bricks. Nate’s fists felt like a little girl’s fists as they harmlessly bounced off his rock hard abs even though Nate was punching as hard as he could. Jamal knew he was way stronger and tougher than any gangbanger. But he wanted to get even bigger before he started snuffing them. And his hate for the rats grew bigger as his muscles grew bigger.
When he turned 15, he was six feet three inches tall and weighed 260 pounds. He was benching 575 pounds and could squat with 750. He was as strong as any man in the city. But he wanted to get bigger. He wanted to get stronger. He wanted to be so big and strong that he could crush two gangbangers with each of his arms at the same time. He saw those rats every day and could hardly wait to snuff ‘em out.
The day Jamal turned 16, he knew he was ready. The week before, the Latino gangbangers had killed one of his friends from school, a black kid who never joined a gang. But he was standing in the wrong place and the bullets hit him. Jamal was now 6’ 5” tall and weighed 300 pounds. He was massive. And he was still fat free. His chest measured 70 inches. His arms measured 24 inches and his thighs measured 38 inches, which was two inches bigger than his 36 inch waist. And he was strong. He could bench 700 pounds and squat with 850. He could curl 350 pounds and pull up 250 pound dumbbells in dumbbell rowing exercises. But in addition to being so strong, he was fast. All his fighting training had kept his muscles very fast. He could break 10 boards with his hands. He could smash 20 boards with his size 16 Marine Corps boots. He was the biggest, strongest, baddest dude in the whole city. Jamal was mad as hell. He could hardly wait to snuff some rats.
Jamal had been watching his neighborhood very carefully. He knew who all the gangbangers were. He even knew were many of them lived. He knew where they hung out. And he knew that most of the time they didn’t carry guns because if they had a gun they would face years and years of prison if the police busted them. Jamal didn’t care about knives. Knives would be nothing to Jamal.
It was midnight. Jamal dressed in his fighting gear. Solid Marine Corps boots. Black shorts that were the same color as his black body. No shirt. He wanted his Latino victims to see the huge young black man that was going to torture and then kill them. He wanted those little punk rats to have the highest amount of fear and pain that was possible. His cock was already hard, bulging under his shorts. He was so excited about what he was about to do, he was totally turned on. It was extermination time.
His first targets were the Latino gangbangers who had killed his parents and his brother. There were three of them and they were all still buddies. He knew where they hung out – a dark alley that, like the rest of the neighborhood, was controlled by the gang. Nobody every went there at night because the gangbangers would kick their asses. Sure enough, when he arrived near the alley he saw four gangbanger rats smoking weed and drinking beer. Their bodies were barely lit by the few lights nearby. They knew they controlled the neighborhood. No one dared give them any shit, even though they were laughing and yelling at midnight.
Jamal silently walked up to the group and smashed his boot into the back of one of the gangbangers. Instantly the banger’s back was broken and he fell to the ground in pain. The other three bangers turned and looked at Jamal. Their mouths dropped open as they saw the massive amount of black muscle that was facing them. They were short, fat and out of shape. They were covered with gang tatoos and until they saw the 300 pounds of muscle standing before them, they thought they were invincible. Now they were looking up at a bulging 70 inch chest and 24 inch arms of rippling muscle on a huge six foot five inch black body. They had fought many blacks and killed some of them, and they had never seen a black stud as big and muscular as this.
One of the bangers reached for his pocket to get his knife, but before his hand reached his pocket Jamal sliced his hand down and broke both of the guy’s forearm bones. He yelled in pain and his hand hung lifelessly at his side. Jamal smashed his fist into his chest, breaking four rib bones and then smashed his foot into his knee, breaking his leg. The kid fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in pain. The other two bangers turned and tried to run but Jamal was too fast and too strong for them. He grabbed their arms and dragged them back to the two writhing bangers on the ground. “You fuckin’ shits killed my parents and my brother,” he said. “Back then I said I was going to fuck you up, and now I’m gonna do it. And I don’t need no guns. I don’t need no knives. I’m gonna fuck you up with these fists and these feet and these huge muscles. I got more muscle in one arm than you got in your fuckin’ body. And that muscle’s gonna make you pay for all the people you killed, you little punks.”
He wrapped his arms around their chests and flexed his biceps, squeezing his forearms towards his body. “You ain’t shit to these big muscles. My arms are bigger than your legs. I got more muscle in one arm than you got in your whole body. And that muscle’s gonna crush you to death. You’re just a fuckin’ rat and you’re gonna be snuffed like a rat.” He squeezed his huge arms into their chests. His biceps started bulging into huge balls of muscle the size of bowling balls as they crushed their victims’ ribs like they were little toothpicks. Instantly, the bones started snapping. Those ribs were nothing to the strength of Jamal’s huge biceps. The kids groaned in pain. They couldn’t yell because they had no air in their collapsed lungs. “Yeah, the sound of breaking bones. I love that sound.” When he had finished crushing their chests, he threw them on the ground. He felt so strong and confident, looking at the four helpless gangbangers on the ground. He had been waiting almost four years for this, and he felt like the enormous stud he was. He flexed his arms and legs as the gangbangers looked up at his huge body. “All you bangers are gonna be exterminated. Like rats. Only you’re worse than rats. I’m gonna fuck you up more than you’d ever fuck up a rat.”
His cock had stayed hard as he smashed each one of the filthy gangbangers. He pulled down his shorts and his 12 inch cock sprang up and hit his rock hard abs. He felt so strong, so masculine, so dominant. He grabbed the chest of the rat who had tried to grab his knife. He was leader of the group. He was the biggest rat, weighing about 200 pounds, but he was nothing to Jamal’s 300 pounds of muscle. Jamal pushed his big cock in the rat’s face. He started slapping his face with his cock. “You’re nothing to me. See this big cock? See these huge muscles? You little shits ain’t nothin’ to a body like mine. It’s gonna smash you so bad you’ll wish you were dead. And you’re gonna get your wish.” He pulled back his fist and started smashing it into the kid’s gut. By three punches, his fist was hitting the kid’s backbone. He smashed his fist into the rat’s crotch, smashing his cock and balls. The rat was howling in pain. Then he turned the kid around and jammed his arms up his back so both of his shoulder joints were broken. Then he turned him around and held the kid's lifeless arms at his side. The kid looked into Jamal’s brutally handsome face with a look of absolute fear and abject pain. He was crying. Jamal twisted his arms like pretzels as pain surged through his body. The kid was moaning in pain. Jamal looked him in the face. “You snuffed my parents,” he said. He spat on the kid’s face. “Now you’re gonna get snuffed by their huge son.” He grabbed the guy’s arm and jerked it off his body, like he was pulling a chicken wing off a chicken. Blood spurted out. The kid would be dead in five minutes. He threw the kid on the ground and smashed his foot into his balls, breaking his pelvis and smashing his balls again. “Die in pain,” said Jamal.
He next turned to the rat with the broken back. He reached down and grabbed the kid’s neck. He pulled his head back towards his butt, breaking kid’s spine all up and down his body. The kid was trembling in abject pain. Then he grabbed the kid’s legs and pulled him up so he was upside down. Jamal pulled his legs apart from the sides, splitting the kid’s pelvis apart. Blood started gushing out from his crotch, which really wasn’t there any more. Finally, Jamal squeezed the kid’s balls, smashing them into nothing. The kid looked up and Jamal and Jamal spit in his face. He threw the bloody body on the ground.
Next he turned to one of the bangers whose chests had been crushed. The kid couldn’t breathe and he was turning red. Jamal pulled off both his arms. He was amazed at how easy this was for him. His muscles were so strong the kid’s arm sockets were nothing to them. Then he grabbed the banger’s neck and twisted, snapping his spine and instantly killing him. “You got off easy,” he said to the dead body.
Finally he turned to the final rat. “I’m gonna exterminate every one of you rats,” he said. He smashed the toe of his Marine boot into the guy’s crotch, breaking his pelvis and driving his boot up into his abdomen. His cock and balls were crushed, shooting huge bolts of pain throughout his body. Then he smashed his boot onto the guy’s legs, breaking each one. The rat was quivering in pain. Finally, he smashed his boot through the rat’s skull, crushing the skull into the ground. Grey brain matter oozed out onto the ground.
All of this took less than three minutes. Jamal placed his note – the one that said “Gangbangers will be exterminated like rats” – on top of the leader’s lifeless body and walked away calmly. There were no witnesses.
Jamal went home and ripped off his shorts. His cock was still hard. His body was covered by the gangbangers’ blood. He stood before the mirror and thought about what he had just done to the rats who had killed his parents and his brother. He had tortured them and then he had snuffed them. All with the enormous power of his 300 pounds of muscle. As he thought about it and looked at himself in the mirror he started rubbing his cock. His thick neck showed off his handsome black face, a face with wide cheekbones, a strong jaw and brilliant white teeth. His face still looked like the face of a teenager, but his body looked like the body of a Mr. Olympia competitor. His traps bulged out from his neck. He watched his delts bulge like bowling balls of thick shredded muscle on his shoulders. His arms were so big, as big as most guy’s legs, and they were rippling with muscle and covered with veins. He clenched his hands into fists and watched his forearms bulge into huge bowling pins of muscle. He thought about how easy it was for him to smash the rats with his big hands and fists and his huge muscles. He flexed his pecs and watched them balloon into huge balls of striated muscle. He watched his lats flare out - thick wings of solid muscle that crushed the chests of the rats like they were made of little sticks. He watched his abs flex, rock hard abs that could absorb any punch any gangbanger gave him. And he watched his huge legs, legs with so much power that they smashed his boot right through the banger’s crotch, breaking his pelvis and smashing his cock and balls. He looked at his size 16 boot and his huge calves and thought about smashing the head of the rat and watching the brain ooze out. Then he yelled “Big muscles are gonna fuck the rats!” and his cock started blasting cum, spurting gush after gush of cum on the mirror. It was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. And he knew he was going to have many more of them. Then he took a shower and fell asleep happily.
The next morning Jamal came into the kitchen for his usual huge breakfast. Nate was reading the big story in the paper. He looked at Jamal and said, “I wonder who did this to those gangbangers?” Jamal looked his uncle in the eye and said, “I don’t know, but they did a pretty good job didn’t they.” Then he winked. Nate smiled. “Yes they did,” he said. “There must have been at least 10 of them.” Jamal smiled. “Yeah,” he said, “at least 10,” as he flexed his arm. That arm had the power of 10 men.
Jamal went out and walked around the neighborhood. He was wearing his usual baggy sweat clothes including a hooded sweatshirt. And he was wearing his size 16 Marine boots. He hooked huge as he walked along, but you couldn’t really tell if he was muscle or fat. But Jamal had absolutely no fat on his 300 pound body. All the people in the neighborhood were talking about the murders the night before. And they were happy the gangbangers were dead. “I’m so glad to see those four bangers gone. Now they’re in hell, where they belong,” said one woman. “Yeah,” said her friend. “Maybe they’ll all kill themselves and be outta the hood. That would be great.” Instead of being sad about the murders, the people were happy. They were glad the gangbangers were dead. This time it wasn’t innocent people who were killed, it was the bad guys who had been killed. And they all were trying to figure out the note about gangbangers being exterminated. That was a real mystery. But they were all for gang extermination, whoever the exterminators were.
Jamal kept walking. At the end of a street, he saw seven Latino gangbangers huddled together, smoking and talking. They were obviously very nervous. Nervous about what happened to their buddies the night before and nervous about what was going on. The were trying to figure out who was doing this. They didn’t know there was another gang who was trying to infiltrate their hood. They were trying to figure out what this gang was.
Jamal walked calmly up to the seven rats and said, “Looks like you guys are in some trouble.” The gangbangers looked up at this huge black dude. “We’re not in any trouble,” one of them said. “We just gotta find out who did it and then we’re gonna fight ‘em and kill ‘em. It’s as simple as that.” Jamal said, “I think I know who did it. You wanna find out?” The bangers looked at his face, the teenage face on this big black dude, which didn’t look older than the 16 years that he really was. He was young. He was black. Maybe he actually did know who the other gang was. One of the bangers said, “Yeah, we wanna find out.” Jamal looked at him. “Okay, it will cost you twenty bucks.” The rats all smiled at each other. God, what a stupid nigga, they thought. That kind of information was worth a lot more than twenty bucks. But this nigga was going to take a twenty. So stupid. One of the dudes reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty. “Here,” he said. “So who did it?” Jamal bent over - at 6’ 5” he was a foot taller than most of them - and whispered. “I can’t tell you out here on the street. Let’s go over there into that alley. And no guns. I’m not goin’ into that alley with seven bangers with guns. You got guns?” They all shook their heads. “Fuck no, we don’t got no guns. The police are lookin’ at us all the time. We don’t got no guns.” Jamal smiled. “Okay, lets go.”
They all walked over into the little alley that was faced on three sides by concrete buildings. Jamal stopped near the end of the alley and the gangbangers huddled around him. “So you wanna fight the dudes who killed your homeboys. You wanna fight ‘em and kill ‘em.” They all nodded their heads and yelled “Yeah, yeah. Gotta kill those fuckers.” Jamal looked at them very intently. “And you paid me the twenty bucks, so now I’m gonna tell you who did it.” Their eyes were all bright, waiting to hear the news. Jamal reached down and pulled off his hoodie sweatshirt. The bangers all gasped as the saw his huge body. “Okay, you rats. I did it! Fight me.”
Their mouths dropped open. Never in their life did they think this kid was going to look like this. And never in their life did they think one guy killed all their homeboys. One of the rats broke away and tried to run. Jamal grabbed him by the arm, wrapped his other hand around his neck and twisted his huge forearm. There was a loud snapping sound as the rat’s neck broke. Jamal pushed him to the ground. “That’s what happens when you don’t fight. You get snuffed. Just like a rat. Come on, you fuckin’ rats. There are six of you and only one of me.” The other bangers were horrified. They looked at their dead homeboy on the ground and then they looked at Jamal. Then they tried to fight. Three of them reached for knives in their pockets. Instantly, Jamal smashed his hand into their arms, breaking them. While they were holding their broken arms, he smashed his fists into their guts, hitting their backbone, and they fell to the ground writhing in pain.
Then he stood in front of the other three rats. “Come on you little punks. Fight me. They stood frozen, looking at his huge 70 inch chest, his gigantic 24 inch arms and his washboard 36 inch waist, rippling with corrugated ab muscles. Then they started to hit and kick him. Their little punches and kicks felt like nothing to him. Their weak little punches and kicks fell harmlessly off his huge rock hard body. His waist was like an armor plate of corrugated steel with it’s brick like muscles totally impenetrable by their weak little fists. His pecs were six inches thick with rock hard muscle. Their little punches felt like feathers. His arms were so big and hard that he could hardly feel their little punches. And when they tried to kick his legs it was like they were trying to kick huge tree trunks of solid muscle. They never got close to his crotch. They tried to grab his arms and he hurled them away like they were annoying insects. And he easily dodged their feeble attempts to hit his face. Jamal laughed at their pathetic weakness. “You little rats are so fucking weak. You thought you ruled this ‘hood. You thought you were strong,. But you’re as weak as shit. And you’re all gonna be exterminated like the rats you are.”
Then Jamal smashed his boot into one rat’s crotch, breaking his pelvis. The rat fell to the ground in pain. Next he smashed his boot into the chest of one rat, breaking six ribs. He fell down gasping for air and holding his broken ribs. Finally Jamal smashed his fist into the face of the final rat, breaking his chin and his facebones. One rat was dead and all the other rats were writhing in pain on the ground. Jamal flexed his arms as the rats looked up at his huge young muscular body. “You get snuffed when you run and you get snuffed when you fight. I’m the exterminator and I’m gonna snuff all you fuckin’ rats.” He pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his huge cock. “I’m gonna cover your fuckin’ little bodies with piss. You’re worse than piss.” He sprayed a huge quantity of piss all over the writhing rats. They were writhing in pain and covered by piss. Then he walked from rat to rat, smashing his huge size 16 Marine boots into their bodies, breaking their legs, breaking their arms, breaking their ribs. He kicked in all of their crotches. “I bet that hurts,” he said as they writhed in pain. “I’m glad it hurts.” Then he smashed the heads of three rats with his big boots and broke the necks of the other three with is big strong hands. He loved to hear the sound of bones being broken by his huge muscles as he smashed and crushed the little rats. They were all snuffed in less than three minutes. He threw down the note that said “Gangbangers will be exterminated like rats.” He looked at the twenty dollar bill and said to the dead bodies, “Three dollars apiece. I’m a real cheap exterminator.”
Calmly, Jamal put on his hoodie sweatshirt and left the alley. Again there were no witnesses. He didn’t have any blood on him this time. It was a painful but bloodless snuffing. Seven more rats snuffed by Jamal the rat exterminator. He walked to the street and saw one young gangbanger looking around for his homeboy friends. He recognized the banger as a kid his age from school. The banger hardly ever came to school, but Jamal knew who he was. He walked over and said, “You lookin’ for your homeboys?” The kid nodded as Jamal got closer and closer. “You ever kill anyone?” asked Jamal. The kid looked a little stunned but he knew Jamal wasn’t in a gang so he didn’t feel threatened. “Yeah, I had to kill a guy as part of my gang initiation. We all have to kill. It’s kind of fun. Have you ever killed anybody?” Jamal looked into the killer rat’s face and said “Yeah, I’ve killed a few rats.” The kid laughed. “I don’t mean rats. I mean people. It’s fun doin’ some killin’.” Jamal was now standing right in front of the kid. He wrapped his arms around the kid’s chest. “You’re a rat. And I exterminate rats.” Then he squeezed. Jamal did rows using a barbell weighing 600 pounds. His lats and biceps were incredibly strong. And now all that power was going to be applied to the kid’s little chest. “Can you feel my muscles, rat? You feel how big and hard they are? I weigh 300 pounds and its all rock hard muscle Can you feel my huge pec muscles? They can bench 700 pounds. Can you feel my big arms? They can curl 350. I got huge lats too. They love to pull. They love to crush. My muscles are so strong. They love to snuff rats.” Jamal started pulling in with his lats and arms, forcing the rat’s chest into his huge rock hard pec muscles. “Oh fuck!” yelled the rat as he felt the tremendous power of Jamal’s muscles. “Yeah, you’re fucked,” said Jamal as he applied full pressure to his squeeze. Immediately all the rat’s chest bones were crushed. His chest was now half the size as his waist. To anyone looking at the two, it looked like Jamal was hugging his classmate. But this was the hug of death.
“Yeah, you’re right. Killing’s kind of fun,” said Jamal as the kid looked at him in a state of shock and horror. His chest had been crushed into nothing and he couldn’t breathe. Jamal wrapped his arms around the rat’s arms and chest and crushed him one more time. Now his upper arms were broken and his lungs were totally gone. “Yeah, real fun,” said Jamal as the rat sobbed in pain and looked at him in abject fear. The rat couldn’t breathe. He had no lungs. His lungs and ribs had been crushed into a bloody mess by Jamal’s huge muscles. Jamal looked at the rat’s dying face. “It’s fun killing rats.” He brought the kid over to a building and sat him down. It was like the kid just needed a little rest. Then Jamal bent down, as if to talk to the rat, and grabbed his neck and squeezed. He could hear the windpipe crackling. He looked at his huge forearms and his thick fingers. He was so strong. He squeezed harder and the vertebrae broke apart. The rat was dead. “Lotsa fun,” he said as the rat’s head dropped to his side like he was sleeping against the wall. He dropped his exterminator note and walked away. Another rat was snuffed.
Jamal walked home and beat off again in front of his mirror. He got so turned on by snuffing rats. He had another incredible orgasm. He went into the kitchen and made a huge lunch. Then he turned on the TV. All the stations were having news bulletins about the incredible number of gang members that had been killed in the last 24 hours. Four gang members brutally killed last night. Seven more smashed and killed this morning. And then they discovered another banger sitting against a building with his chest crushed, his arms broken and the spine in his neck broken apart. Twelve gang bangers had been killed by a group of men who were obviously incredibly strong and who called themselves the exterminators. And the police had absolutely no clue who had done it. All the gang members were now in hiding. They were afraid to go on the street. People in the neighborhood were delighted. For the first time in years they felt they could walk in the parks and let their kids play outside without fear of getting beaten up or hit by bullets. “Whoever the gang exterminators are, we thank them,” said one woman on camera, echoing the sentiments of all the residents of the neighborhood. Jamal’s aunt Brenda was listening to the news with Jamal. “That’s the best thing that’s happened around here in years,” she said. Jamal smiled. Little did she know that the exterminator was sitting with her right there in the kitchen.
But there were still more exterminations to go. Jamal didn’t want the rats in hiding. He wanted them snuffed. They were hiding out in their apartments or homes, and Jamal knew where those apartments and homes were. Jamal had a brutal workout that afternoon and ate a ton of food. He was ready for another extermination.
After dinner he went out in his baggy sweat clothes. He was amazed at all the people walking on the streets, the kids playing, and the old people walking around which they had never done as far back as he could remember. He walked up to the house of one of the gangbangers and peered through the window. Inside he could see three gangbangers sitting in the living room smoking weed and drinking beer. Normally, they would have been outside, taking over the streets, but now they were forced inside. Hiding out from the exterminators. Or at least they thought they were hiding out. The rats were strung out on the weed. They were dressed in white wife beaters and shorts. Their ugly fat bodies were covered with gang tattoos. On a normal day, when they got all strung out like this, they would have roamed around looking for trouble, maybe killing someone just for fun. But now they were hiding out. No guns were in sight and it was obvious they weren’t carrying any guns. They thought they were invisible to the exterminators.
Jamal went to the front door and smashed it down with one tremendous blow from his huge leg. He strutted into the living room. The gangbangers looked at the huge black teen with fear in their eyes. They hated black kids and black kids hated them. “I’m lookin’ for some rats. I wanna fuck ‘em up.” he said. The three bangers looked at each other and one of them said “Ain’t no rats around here.” Jamal sneered at them and said, “I think I see three of ‘em. Three gangbanger rats.” Then he ripped off his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his huge foot long cock was standing straight up. He was already hard. The rats looked at him and gasped. Never had they seen a bigger more muscular man in their lives. Two of the rats ran at Jamal and started throwing punches at him. He laughed as their little fists bounced harmlessly off his rock hard body. Then Jamal grabbed the backs of the wife beaters of these puny little attackers and held them at his sides. He smashed his hands together like he was doing dumbbell flyes, smashing their two bodies together. Their faces hit each other, breaking their noses and jaws. Jamal brought them back out again and smashed them together again. He could do dumbbell flyes with 200 pound dumbbells and he was applying all that power to the bodies of these two rats. His arms were so big and muscular, big rippling muscles bulging underneath his paper thin black skin. He had more muscle in one arm than the rats had their whole body. And that muscle was smashing the rats together like they were made of straw. He smashed them together again and then let them fall to the floor. Their faces were broken and their chests were battered and bruised from the force of the three smashes.
One of the rats started scrambling towards the door. Jamal laughed. He bent down and put one of the guy’s legs on his leg and then smashed down with his open hand, breaking his thigh bone with the powerful blow. Then he did the same thing with the other thigh bone. “You’re not goin’ anywhere, you fuckin’ killer gang rat” he said as the rat writhed in pain. “And neither are you,” he said to the other battered rat who was looking at him in awe and fear. He grabbed this rat and twisted his leg, breaking the hip socket as the leg got turned completely around. “I’m your exterminator, you fuckin’ rats. You’ve been fucking this ‘hood and now I’m gonna fuck you. I snuffed 12 rats already. I worked out extra hard this afternoon. My muscles are all pumped and I’m horny as hell. I’m gonna fuck you all to death.”
The third rat who hadn’t attacked Jamal was standing there looking at his huge body. Jamal looked down and saw that the rat’s cock was hard under his shorts. He walked over and ripped off the kid’s clothes. He was short and skinny. He probably weighed about 100 pounds. Jamal was a foot taller and three times heavier than this little horny rat. Jamal’s legs were bigger than the rat’s chest and his arms were way bigger than the rat’s legs. Jamal was solid muscle and this rat was nothing but skin and bones. He grabbed the rat and threw him against the wall. “You like muscle, you little rat? You like big black boys, big black boys that are so strong they can break you like twigs?” He flexed his arm. “Look at my fuckin’ gun. Twenty four inches of solid muscle. You ever seen an arm that big before? Look at those muscle fibers. My skin is so dark and so thin you can see every fuckin’ muscle fiber bulging. And those muscles are hard.” He grabbed the rat’s arm and put his hand on his bicep. “Feel my muscle. Feel how big and hard it is. It can break your body and it wouldn’t even be workin’ hard.” The kid ran his fingers around Jamal’s huge bicep and tricep, feeling how huge and hard the muscles were. He tried to pinch the muscle, but he couldn’t even make a small dent. Jamal’s 24 inch arm was way bigger than the kid’s head. The kid couldn’t believe what he was see and feeling. His cock was twitching. Jamal wrapped his arm around the rat’s little chest. “I could break your chest so easy. One little twitch of that huge muscle and your ribs would be crushed like little sticks. But I’m not gonna snuff you yet.”
He let go of the little rat’s chest and bumped his body into the wall with his huge pecs, with the little rat trapped between his huge body and the wall. His huge pecs were at the level of the little rat’s face. His cock was standing straight up and was hitting the rat’s stomach and chest. The rat started running his hands all over Jamal’s 300 pounds of muscle. He had never felt so much muscle in his whole life. “Yeah, big strong muscle,” murmured Jamal as he rubbed his cock up and down the rat’s stomach.. “Big strong muscle that’s gonna snuff every rat in this hood. You ain’t shit to my muscles. You ain’t shit to my cock.” He pushed the rat’s head down to the level of his cock and slapped him with the 12 inch weapon. The kid couldn’t believe how big and hard that cock was. His face was getting bruised by the long, thick weapon. But he was still worshipping Jamal’s muscles, now running his hands on his huge legs and calves. Jamal’s cock was rock hard and he was ready to fuck. He pushed the worshipping rat to the floor.
He grabbed one of the attacking rats and ripped his jaw away from his face with his huge arm and hand. Now there was no way this toothless rat was going to bite his huge cock. He jammed his cock down the rat’s throat and started pulling the rat’s head back and forth over his cock. The rat was bleeding and gagging as Jamal fucked and fucked and fucked his face. He wrapped his huge hand around the rat’s neck and squeezed, crushing his esophagus and making more friction between the rat’s esophagus and his cock. “Yeah, feels good,” he said. “It’s fun to fuck you rats.” Then he started thrusting harder and squeezing harder. Finally he yelled “Yeah, yeah, YEAH!” as he came inside the rat’s squeezed neck. He spurt gush after gush of cum down inside the rat’s stomach. When he finished, he pulled his cock out and squeezed the rat’s neck until he heard the vertebrae popping, succumbing to the enormous power of Jamal’s thick muscular fingers. The rat was dead and Jamal threw him on the floor.
He looked at the rat who was stroking his cock on the floor, the one who got so hard looking at and feeling Jamal’s huge body. “Nice fuck. His neck felt good on my big cock. Better than a cunt.” he said as he looked at the dead body and the hard cock of the worshipping rat. He flexed his pecs and lats and stroked his still hard cock. The rat was rock hard and panting as he watched Jamal’s huge black body and gigantic cock fuck the life out of his friend. Jamal was the height of masculinity. Big, strong, muscular and virile. Jamal walked up to him, picked his head up with one hand and jammed his head into the huge crevice between his pecs. He flexed his monstrous pecs and crushed the kid’s face between those huge globes of rock hard muscle, breaking his cheekbones.. Then he rubbed the rat’s broken face all over his pecs and abs. “That’s what power feels like,” he said to the kid. “Feel the power of a man.” Then threw him on the floor The kid looked up at Jamal, touched his cock and came.
Then Jamal turned to the other rat who had attacked him. He ripped off this rat’s clothes and looked at his very round butt. “You ever been fucked, rat boy? You ever had a huge piece of black meat jammed up your little ass?” The banger looked at Jamal in fear and shook his head. He was a total virgin. Jamal rubbed his cock a couple of times until it was again as hard as a thick steel pipe. Then he turned the rat around so his butt was facing Jamal’s huge cock. In one huge thrust, Jamal rammed his foot long cock up the kid’s ass. The huge steel hard weapon broke the kid’s sphincter muscles in half and smashed through his intestines. Jamal started thrusting his hips at the same time he was pulling back on the rat’s crushed chest with his huge arms. Jamal’s abs were like bricks of muscle, thrusting his huge cock in and out of the kid’s bleeding asshole. And his huge arms pulled the helpless body back and forth as his cock thrusted in and out. “You’re getting totally fucked, you piece of scum! My big body and my big cock are fucking you to death!” Suddenly Jamal’s cock burst through the kid’s abs. The power of his muscles was so great that he forced his cock all the way through the kid’s body. This made Jamal fuck even harder. The kid was writhing in pain as Jamal fucked and fucked and fucked him. Finally Jamal grabbed the rat’s neck and started squeezing. Spasms of pain surged through his body, contracting his ass muscles and giving Jamal even more pleasure. Jamal crushed his neck and the final spasms of death surged over his huge cock. He came as he fucked the rat’s dying body, spurting gush after gush of his perfect cum. When he finished, he pulled out his cock, lifted up the little rat by the legs and tore the legs apart, spilling all of the rat’s mangled guts on the floor. “Fuckin’ filthy rat,” he said as he dropped the lifeless body.
Then he turned to the worshipper, who was cumming again as he watched Jamal fuck and snuff his friend. He picked up the rat, who up until this point had only had his cheeks broken by Jamal’s huge pecs. He had gotten off easy so far. “You ever seen 300 pounds of muscle? Do you have any idea how strong 300 pounds of muscle is? I can bench 700 and squat with 850. I can curl 350. I got more power in these muscles than you can even imagine. And my muscles love to snuff rats.” He jammed his right arm under the rat’s crotch so his bicep was directly under the kid’s balls and lifted him up. The kid was now riding on Jamal’s arm, which he held out to his side. Jamal grabbed the kid’s ankles with his other hand and pulled the kid down on his bicep. Then he started flexing his arm. He raised his forearm up slowly as the huge ball of muscle started to form. “You feel that muscle, rat? You feel all that hard muscle? I got 24 inches in that arm. And that muscle is as hard as steel. Feel it?” The kid looked panicked. “Yeah, Yeah. I feel it. Please stop.” Jamal spit into the rat’s face. “My muscles don’t stop. When they wanna bulge they bulge. And they don’t care what’s in their way. They just smash it.” He lifted his forearm up to a 90 degree angle and as he did it the kid’s legs were split apart from his pelvis by the gigantic ball of Jamal’s huge bicep muscle. Jamal’s bicep muscle was so big that there was no way those legs would fit on top the huge muscle with Jamal’s other hand pulling down on his ankles. “Oh my god. That muscle’s so big. It’s so strong. It split my legs apart. Oh fuck.” The kid was in total pain, yet he was totally aroused by this display of total masculine dominance. “Yeah, big as a bowling ball and hard as steel,” said Jamal as he looked at his huge black bicep that had split the kid’s body.
He lowered his arm and the kid fell to the floor. He dropped down and rammed one leg under the kid’s chest. Then he put his other leg on top and crossed his ankles. “You thought that bicep was strong. That bicep’s nothing compared to my legs. Each thigh is 38 inches, all rock hard muscle. It’s way bigger than your chest. Your ribs are gonna be little toothpicks to these mothers.” He started to squeeze slowly. The kid started yelling. “Stop, stop! Your legs are so strong. Your legs are so big. Please stop!” The kid’s cock was rock hard as he felt Jamal’s enormous power. Jamal sneered. “A little rat like you can’t tell my legs what to do. They love to crush things. They love to crush little rats.” He squeezed harder and now all the air was forced out of the kid’s lungs. His face was red and spit started drooling down his face. “My legs think about all the bad things you’ve done to people and that makes them real mad. It makes ‘em wanna crush. It makes ‘em wanna crush your little chest into nothing. Look at all the muscle in those legs. My legs are way bigger than your chest and they’re solid muscle. Muscle that likes to crush.” At that, Jamal applied maximum force and instantly all of the kid’s ribs were broken as his legs crushed themselves closer and closer to each other. He rubbed his legs back and forth, squishing the flesh and bones even more, so that finally there was only an inch between his two massive thighs. “Like a bunch of fucking toothpicks,” said Jamal as he looked at the rat’s crushed chest squished between his huge legs. The rat was now almost dead. He couldn’t breath and would be passed out in moments. Jamal jumped on his back and rammed his cock into his ass. He wanted to feel the final spasms of death on his huge cock. Even though the kid was near death, he was rock hard as he felt Jamal’s huge body on top of him. Cum oozed out of his cock as he started to die. Jamal rammed his huge cock in and out hard. He came in the kid’s ass as the kid died. The spasms of death felt wonderful on his cock. Another rat fucked and snuffed by the exterminator.
Jamal left a note that said “Rats can’t hide from the exterminator.” He calmly put on his clothes and left the house. The bodies of the three rats were found by friends a few hours later.
The headlines in the paper were riveting “Three more gang members brutally murdered at home. Exterminator says rats can’t hide. Gang members panic.” The gang bangers cringed at the brutality of the murders - the guts spilled on the floor, the broken bones, the awful pain inflicted on their homeboys. Now they knew they couldn’t hide out from the exterminator. They couldn’t be on the streets and they couldn’t be at home. They had to leave. So all the gangbanger rats moved away, leaving the neighborhood completely free of gang bangers. It was like a different city. The people were so happy. They could walk. They could use the parks. There was no more graffiti. Signs were posted everywhere thanking the exterminator. Jamal kept watch over the neighborhood. If some kids tried to start a gang, he’d snuff out a couple of them. The gangs were gone. Jamal loved to exterminate rats.
THE END