dominance Johnny's Bully (complete)

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4 hours ago, Shade said:

I always think it’s good to have a goal in life. Gives you something to work toward.

Yeah I know how much u love good spanking bro, maybe if ur a good boy I'll give u two spanks.

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Hmmm…I hope Johnny finds the secret stash of super juice. 

[NeedMore123]

someone mentioned spanking? I'm game

[Wrestlejock646]

I had completely forgotten Calliban11 was the author of "An American in London." If you haven't read that story and you like the themes in Johnny's Bully, with a large, strong muscled stud facing off against someone bigger, more aggressive and maybe stronger, you should give it a look while we wait for Johnny and Adz to go at it on the gym floor. I have a feeling JB Chapter 5 will be well worth the wait but AAiL is pretty damn good too!

For the record, I'm happy to put anybody through the wall before or after I deliver the spanking to end all asswhuppin's.

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14 hours ago, Wrestlejock646 said:

I had completely forgotten Calliban11 was the author of "An American in London." If you haven't read that story and you like the themes in Johnny's Bully, with a large, strong muscled stud facing off against someone bigger, more aggressive and maybe stronger, you should give it a look while we wait for Johnny and Adz to go at it on the gym floor. I have a feeling JB Chapter 5 will be well worth the wait but AAiL is pretty damn good too!

For the record, I'm happy to put anybody through the wall before or after I deliver the spanking to end all asswhuppin's.

Wheres that story at little bro?

[Caliban11]

Part 5

The jeers started as soon as the two emerged from the locker room.

“Oi oi, Adz is fucken pissed!”

“Shit, city boy’s ‘bout to get a poundin’!”

“Aw, man is gonna get fucked up bad!”

The shouting got louder as Johnny the bodybuilder was manoeuvred back onto the gym floor by Adz the monster. The world was moving in slow motion. Taunts mingled with clanging iron and grunting bodybuilders-in-the-making. Lads everywhere, squeezing out those painful last reps before stopping to see what was going on. 

Soon the clanging iron stopped completely, and there was only shouting. Johnny realised that a wide circle had formed around him and Adz, as everyone interrupted their sessions to see what Adz was going to do to the city boy. A baying circle of feral chav muscle, chanting and whooping.

With a smirk, Adz raised his monster arms and saluted the crowd. Shit, his pits were deep. Like massive caves which formed between his flaring lats and jutting pec insertions, dark blond bushes of fuzz sprouting from deep within. So much meat packed onto that frame.

“Adz da man! Adz DA MAN!” A chant started up, then dissipated into roars as Adz finished his showboating and turned to Johnny. The smirk was still all over his face. Nonchalantly he cracked his neck, first one side, then the other, and slowly paced towards Johnny. The noise became deafening.

This was the moment. Time for Big Johnny the Fucking Bodybuilder to get his closure. This moment was the culmination of a life spent on the obsessive pursuit of size and strength, inspired by hate and revenge. How he’d fantasised over this moment.

Johnny made the first move. He made to tackle Adz to the floor, but he didn’t have the momentum, and Adz was too big. They shunted back a few steps, and Johnny grunted as he tried to lift Adz off the floor so he could throw him down. But it was like trying to lift a bull. Bam! A colossal impact to Johnny’s back sent him sprawling to the ground. More roars from the crowd. He was too fucking big.

Adz went to get a hold of Johnny, but his massive size made him slow, and Johnny managed to scramble away in time. He jumped to his feet, humiliated but sharper. Adz was on the offensive now, but Johnny had found a weakness. The big fucker was heavy-footed, and all that muscle didn’t move well. Johnny could tell that Adz wasn’t a skilled fighter. Johnny had done some sparring in his time, and knew if he could avoid getting hit he could work over Adz’s lumbering tank of a body and do some serious damage. He put up his fists. Adz did the same.

Adz continued to advance. As soon as he was in reach he swung a clearly-signposted fist at Johnny’s head. Johnny ducked and easily avoided the swing, then launched a punch smack into Adz’s exposed side. A textbook punch, powerful and perfectly timed.

“FUCK!”

The yell had come from Johnny. Pain shot up his arm, and his hand throbbed. Fuck, it was like punching concrete! How fucking dense was this motherfucker! Johnny opened and closed his fist a few times – at least nothing was broken. But fuck, that hurt! His huge 19 inch guns, humbled by sheer muscle density!

Adz let out a small, low grunt. The only sign that he had even felt anything when Johnny hit him. His smirk grew wider when he saw Johnny trying to stretch out his hand.

“Damn, blud!” he said. “You is so, fucken, weak!”

He slowly bounced his mounding right pec and then his left, as he paced towards Johnny. Oh shit! Fuck! The dude was a fucking slab of granite! Survival instinct took over, and Johnny scrambled backwards to get away from the beast. But he immediately felt hands pushing against his back – he’d retreated right to the edge of the ring, and the crowd was pushing him back towards the danger! He turned in mad panic and found himself face-to-face with three big lads in the crowd, sweat still rolling down their bare torsos from their interrupted delts-and-arms session. Frantically Johnny tried to fight his way through the wall of muscle and out of the ring. But the lads weren’t having any of it. “City boy wanker!” they sneered, as they spun Johnny round and pushed him back towards his opponent. As Johnny stumbled back into the ring he heard a jeering chav voice rise above the others:

“Take it like a fuckin man, you pussy!”

Johnny saw in the crowd his workout partner from earlier, chest still looking insanely pumped from the session. Only now he was looking at Johnny with utter contempt.

There was Adz in the middle of the ring, smirking at Johnny. He gestured with his hands towards his own body in wide-eyed aw-shucks humility, as if surprised at his own monstrous muscularity, inviting Johnny to take a shot. He held his arms out to his side, torso exposed. 

The arrogance made Johnny flush in anger. Take it like a man, he thought. Well ok then. But he'd make fucking sure he gave it like a man too. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he squared up to Adz and launched a fist smack into the bottom row of his carved-out abs. Shit, it was fucking impenetrable! Another fist, in the same spot, and another, and another. After about a dozen hits Johnny could hear Adz make a low grunt with each impact. So the fucker was human! Johnny worked over the abs with even more vigour, feeling the pump in his arms and delts.

Adz had been standing with his arms open, but now Johnny could sense him shifting himself. Yeah, the big cunt was learning: You don’t give a guy like Johnny a free pass! But instead of moving to protect himself, Adz merely transitioned into a single biceps pose, with his opposite arm tucked behind his head. What the fuck?! His lats fanned wide and his muscle pits were fully exposed, as his biceps peaked massively. It was an incredible pose, the brute muscle thickness both like a slab of meat and awesomely aesthetic. Even in the middle of everything, Johnny was a big enough fan of bodybuilding to feel awe for the physique in front of him. Adz was a genetic freak.

After a few last-ditch punches, Johnny’s shoulders slumped in defeat. Adz hardened his flex with one last squeeze before relaxing and turning his attention to the exhausted Johnny. He was done playing now.

A quick jab to the jaw, just enough to stun Johnny. Johnny reeled, but stayed on his feet. Adz went to grab Johnny’s trap. Johnny tried to dodge and weave his way out of trouble, but his reflexes were too slow now. Adz grabbed a handful of the meaty trap and squeezed, holding Johnny in place. He lightly slapped Johnny about the face, making sure he was lucid for what was coming. 

“Fuckin wimpy boy thought he woz gonna go away and get big? Come back and kick some arse with a pair of 18-fuckin-inchers?” Adz flexed his free 21-inch arm again and held it in Johnny’s drooping face. “You’re a fuckin wimp mate!” And he fired his fist into Johnny’s heaving six pack. Boom! It was like a bomb had detonated in Johnny’s stomach. Boom! Adz released his hold and Johnny bent double, dry-heaving.

Adz grabbed a fist of Johnny’s hair and pulled him upright. He wasn’t smirking any more. His expression was one of disgust, for the poor excuse of a bodybuilder in front of him who couldn’t put up a decent fight. He smashed a massive fist into Johnny’s face, and Johnny cried out as blood gushed from his broken and mangled nose. Adz let go of Johnny’s hair, then pulled his right fist back. Before Johnny knew what was happening, Adz’s fist cracked smack into his jaw, sending the bodybuilder sprawling. He’d used only a fraction of his strength, and Johnny was still just about conscious. He spat blood as he flailed on the ground, coughing.

The crowd had gone insane, and Adz saluted them again while they chanted “Adzy! ADZY!” But just as it looked like he was going to end it, he held up his hand for silence. The noise died down immediately, and there was a hushed silence.

Adz glowered at the lads in the crowd from beneath his furrowed caveman brow.

“What fuckin CUNT,” he began. “What, fuckin, CUNT, told that fuckin juice dealer to come ere?”

Silence, except heavy panting from Johnny. 

“I said, what FUCKIN CUNT brought a fuckin dealer ere?”

Jesus, was Adz seriously interrupting this fight so he could discipline some other poor fucker for breaking one of his rules?

A lad from the crowd nervously began, “Sorry Adz, I didn’t…” before Adz cut him off.

“Shut the fuck up tosser. Here, now.” With a panicked look the lad slowly made his way to the centre of the ring where Adz was standing. He was big, not far off Johnny’s size, but looked like a boy next to Adz.

He stood in front of Adz. Adz stepped menacingly into the lad’s space and got right into his face, all jutting chin and bowling ball delts. His massive pecs pushed into the smaller lad’s, and his lats flared massively. Scary motherfucker. But, though clearly scared, the lad didn’t flinch, even puffing out his own sizable chest a bit. He held Adz’s gaze like a man, and stood his ground. The two stood like that for some moments. Then Adz raised a hand, and as the lad swallowed hard, Adz… patted his cheek.

“Big mistake, Jimbo,” he said. “You’re training with me after dis. Legs, ya get me?” Jimbo barely had time to register relief at the reprieve and alarm at the coming punishment, when Adz addressed the gym again.

“I ain’t gonna say it again, no one – NO ONE – jumps on the juice til I say so. We ain’t gonna have no fuckin muscle pretty boy cunts in this gym, like this one.” (He gestured towards Johnny, still heaving on the floor.) “We buildin fuckin FREAKS here! You juice when I say so! And fuckin hell, when I do say so, you gonna fuckin explode! Make wimpy boy here look like a fuckin runt! But ONLY when I say you’re ready!!”

Johnny was starting to think straight again, even while he registered the pain he was in. The blood on Adz before – that must have been the roid dealer Johnny had seen outside. Not a small bloke. Fucking hell. What was going on in this gym? It was like some kind of bodybuilding cult, with Adz as its leader. And Johnny knew Adz was right: Johnny had never worked so hard in a session as he had that one today, and even then he’d been out-worked by his partner. Fuck, if these guys weren’t even on the juice already, they were gonna make Johnny look fucking puny when they were. Oh Jesus.

A shadow fell over Johnny. He looked up to see Adz standing over him, blotting out the light with his meaty lats and pecs which formed long shadows down his bulky abs. “I’m gonna take you apart now bro,” he said. “Starting with your legs.”

[Caliban11]

Part 6

Johnny scrambled to his feet, but Adz aimed a heavy kick to the side of his thigh, driving into the muscle tissue of the sweeping quad. Johnny’s leg buckled, and the bodybuilder went down again. 

Adz gave his own quads a quick flex as he approached the collapsed Johnny. Thick muscle made the smooth and pale surface jump and ripple. His quads seemed not to sweep outwards, but to jut out at 90 degrees. The dense mass bulged over the knee, and exploded outwards again at the meaty calf.

With an evil smirk, Adz suddenly dropped his weight onto Johnny, landing with his knees on Johnny’s right quad. Johnny thought his leg was going to snap, as Adz’s massive weight ground into Johnny’s quad muscle. Oh shit! Johnny tried to push Adz off him, but he couldn’t budge the bulky monster. Adz jabbed at Johnny’s head, stunning him again, before concentrating on Johnny’s left quad.

It was big. Johnny never skipped leg day, and was proud of his thick legs. Adz seemed to size up the meaty quad, before balling up a huge fist and landing it smack into the thickest part. Fuck! Johnny wailed in pain as he kicked out, trying to keep his leg out of Adz’s reach. But Adz pinned the leg down at the knee, and went back to punching the trapped quad. One sledgehammer blow after another, his jaw clenched in concentration, Adz proceeded to break down the muscle fibres in the quad. Johnny tried to fight, but Adz would land another jab to keep the bodybuilder stunned, before returning to the quad destruction. After some minutes the muscle had turned an ugly red, and its beefy density had turned to jelly. 

With a grunt, Adz flipped Johnny round so he was lying on his front, and set about destroying the rest of the leg. First the hamstring, then the calf. No talking. Methodically and brutally, Adz destroyed the big bodybuilder leg with nothing but his fists. When he was done tenderising the calf, he grabbed a handful of the jellified muscle and squeezed. Johnny nearly passed out, and his leg went into spasms.

Adz flipped Johnny onto his back again and knelt with knees either side of the bodybuilder’s body, facing him. Johnny could hardly make him out, he was in so much pain. He was moaning “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck! No, no!”, over and over again. Adz spoke:

“You had enough, bruv?” And he gave his pecs an arrogant bounce before throwing his arms up into a quick double bi, briefly checking out each gun in turn before lowering his arms again.

“No more! Please! No more! You win, man! I give!” Johnny spluttered out his surrender.

Johnny never forgot the look that Adz gave him then. Like Johnny was scum. Like Adz was disgusted by the bodybuilder in front of him. In that moment, Johnny’s phenomenal build meant fuck all. He had surrendered, and Adz had no respect for that. And Johnny didn't even care. All he wanted was for the beating to stop.

Adz clenched his jaw. “You give, yeah? Tough fucking shit. No one gives in this gym, dickhead. When we about to fuckin puke, or pass out, we ask for more! We fuckin champs in this gym, cocksucker!”

The crowd roared and cheered, and started chanting again “Adzy! Adzy!” Adz hauled Johnny to his feet and, with his hand on Johnny’s throat, half lifted and half pushed the limping bodybuilder towards the wall. The roaring crowd parted to let them through, then reformed in a semi-circle, as Adz pinned Johnny against the wall by his neck. Johnny was deaf to the crowd’s taunts now, and it was like the universe had shrunk down to just the two men in the middle. Johnny's hairy pecs heaved, as he tried to gain control of himself. All he could see in front of him was muscle: Masses of the palest pec muscle, delt muscle, trap muscle….. And above all that, the evil-looking face with the heavy jaw and prehistoric brow, ice-blue eyes which stared back at Johnny with utter disgust.

Then with that same look of disgust, Adz seemed to appraise Johnny’s heaving chest. With his free hand he grabbed a handful of the bodybuilder’s hairy muscle tits and handled them roughly, like a butcher feeling the weight of a lump of meat.

“Fucking runt,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then he barked out: “Flex your arm, cunt.” Johnny didn't move at first. Adz got even closer, and Johnny could feel his own chest hair bristle against the bigger chest of the smooth pale monster in front of him. Adz barked again: “Flex. Your. Fuckin. Arm.” 

Johnny lifted his right arm into a biceps flex. It was one of the only parts of his body that still felt relatively undamaged. Whether it was out of fear for the wrath of Adz, or that a little bit of him really wanted to impress his bully, Johnny flexed hard. The peak rose, topping out at nearly 19 inches of hard muscle. He twisted to look at it, red-faced with the strain.

Once more, Adz contemptuously handled the bulging muscle, feeling the meaty orb while sneering: “Think you’re big a cunt, yeah? Some Big Ramy shit? You’re a fuckin wimp, bruv!” Suddenly he pinned the flexed arm in place against the wall, and fired his massive fist deep into the thick biceps.

 “Hnnnnngggff!” Johnny gasped, spluttering saliva as he tried to internalise the pain.

“Keep it flexed, pussy boy,” said Adz. Johnny automatically did as he was told. With an evil smirk, Adz forced Johnny to watch as he fired another fist into his jacked-up gun. This time Johnny yelled out loud. A patch of plaster fell from the wall, revealing the brickwork behind. 

Oh shit! This fucking beast wasn’t going to stop until he’d completely smashed up Johnny’s arm! The heavy thud of the punches boomed around the gym as the lads in the crowd cheered each hit. Punch after punch, Johnny watched helplessly as Adz broke down the thick muscle tissue of his upper arm. As he worked he kept up a commentary:

“Keep it flexed, fucker, yeah, like that. Shit, you’re a fuckin runt! Hnnf, yeah, lifts a few weights an’ thinks he’s the next Mr O. I said FLEX! Shit, what kinda pussy gym you go to bruv? City boys are all a – hnnf – bunch of pansies, no wonder you’re so fuckin weak. FLEX you cunt! No use – hnnf – squirming brah, you not escapin’ all this muscle. Hnnf, yeah, you like watchin’ me destroy your little arms? Thought you was – hnnf – big, yeah bruv? Fuck, your arm is so fuckin wimpy! So – hnnf – fuckin – weak!”

Johnny couldn’t hold a flex any longer, the muscle fibres had been too badly injured. Adz grabbed a hold of the muscle mass and squeezed. The softened muscle compacted in Adz’s grip, and Johnny experienced pain so bad he thought it would be the last thing he ever felt. His upper arm was now just a blotchy, shapeless mess. All that muscle, built from years of obsessive hard work, destroyed in a few minutes. Johnny hung his head in shame.

“Oi, runt. We not done yet.” Adz gave Johnny some gentle slaps around the face to make sure he was conscious.

“Please….no more……” Johnny pleaded and begged, but this just disgusted Adz even more. He pulled Johnny away from the wall so he stood facing the crowd. Adz stood behind him and reached round with both arms, encasing the bodybuilder with his hulking muscle. He took hold of Johnny’s injured arm with a hand above the wrist and the other below the elbow. 

“You is not gonna be liftin’ much for a long time, bruv,” he said in Johnny’s ear. 

No fucking way, he wouldn’t…..he couldn’t….. Johnny almost puked his guts up. Was he about to get his arm snapped by this fucking monster?

As soon as Johnny realised what Adz was going to try, he felt it. Holy crap! It was like some fucking hydraulic machine trying to snap his arm in half! Oh shit! 

As he tried to snap the big bodybuilder arm, Adz was pulling Johnny tighter into his own body. Johnny’s wide back was mashed against Adz’s monster pecs, and Johnny could feel their heat and hardness shift with each flex as they outmuscled Johnny’s weaker back. The bazooka arms wrapped around Johnny throbbed and pulsed, pale white and lined with blue veins. They tightened around Johnny’s torso, and Johnny felt a rib break. He could feel Adz’s hot breath in his ear as the bully panted and sweated, hell-bent on snapping the forearm. Another rib broke.

The lads in the crowd were going insane. “Break! Break! BREAK!” they chanted. Adz was panting louder, squeezing harder, his guns bulging bigger. His frame hulked over Johnny’s, and seemed to keep growing.

Still the arm wouldn’t snap. The chants got even louder, and Adz squeezed even harder. In front of Johnny the jacked-up crowd of lads pumped their fists and blew spittle as they roared their chant: “BREAK! BREAK!!” With an explosive grunt that Johnny felt in his stomach, Adz cranked up the power even more. His pale delts exploded, and seemed to swallow Johnny up. The crowd held its breath for a second, and then everyone heard the sickening crack. Fuck yeah! The place went wild. Adz was the fuckin man! Totally demolished that city-muscle cunt!  What a legend! Adz released his hold and let Johnny drop to the floor while he busted out some bodybuilding poses to the whooping crowd. He was the king. There was no one better than Adz.

Johnny learnt afterwards that somehow his body had been dragged outside the gym and dumped out the front. Someone (probably Gus the gym’s manager) had called for an ambulance, and Johnny had been taken away. 

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12 MONTHS LATER

It had been three months since Johnny had quit his job and moved back to his home town. Once he was out of hospital he’d tried to get back into his daily life. On his first day back at work his weightlifter boss had looked at him and said “Jesus bro! What does the other dude look like?!” Johnny’s arm was in a sling and he still had heavy bruising around his eye. He’d tried to laugh it off, but he knew something was different now: He’d lost the respect his physique had got him. He knew now that, though no one said it to his face, everyone was thinking that, sure, he might be a big lad, but he couldn’t handle himself in a fight, could he?

He found himself thinking about that gym a lot. It had been more than a gym, more like a brotherhood of muscle. Every man there was trying to be the hardest worker in the room, and had his fellow brothers standing by to push him to do the unthinkable. All those chavvy meatheads, worrying about nothing except getting huge, their life revolving around training and their gym bros. Johnny wanted it.

He'd got himself a job in a packing warehouse, and moved back. The job was perfect: Working evenings and nights gave him time during the day to train, and it wouldn’t ever get in the way of growing muscle. It was three months in, and he was more obsessed by building muscle than ever. He’d lost a lot of size: He hadn’t been able to train for about six months after he’d been beaten up by Adz, and he’d come of the juice. He knew he’d have to wait until Adz said he was ready to juice before he could hop on again. A few of the lads had made the transition, and had turned into fucking units – dense motherfuckers with bigger, rounder muscle bellies than Johnny’s had ever been. Fucking goals.

For the first few weeks Johnny had been mocked and bullied relentlessly by the other gym lads, and he’d struggled to enter into the brotherhood. But day after day he kept coming back, and gradually he was becoming one of the lads. His workouts still lacked the intensity of the scarier bros, but he was working harder than he ever had before, and he had built some good honest muscle. Like everyone else, he wore joggers and tanks, and always a gold chain round his neck.

He'd only seen Adz once in the gym since returning. He’d looked even fuller than Johnny remembered. He hadn’t even glanced at Johnny. Had he seen him? Did he even remember him? Fuck, the only thing in the world Johnny wanted now was to get huge so he could gain the respect of his bully. Well, for that he needed to get growing. He grabbed a pair of 40kg dumbbells and waddled over to the bench set up for bench press, where his spotter was waiting.

“We good for five, yeah blud? Big set, here we fucken GO!”