Diver Kills

- Brutal Merc   

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   Brad was diving instructor at the USMC . At 26 yo he was a rugged muscle stud, proud of his masculine stats: 6', 215#, 22"b, 32w , 50c of pure muscle beef swollen his tight diving suit like a superhero costume.

      That night he was training diving with a recruit, Sam, a ripped muscle stud with a cocky attitude. Both marines on that diving suits engorged with steel muscles seems like two muscle gods. They were simulating a fight and the feeling of the recruit's body smashed against his own aroused Brad in a way that his engorged thick cock tented his tight suit. The bulky marine felt his testosterone rising and began punishing the young stud, gut punching him wild.   Suddenly they heard a noise and turn . They saw a huge Russian Spetznaz, fully equipped with combat gear, staring at them with his boots spread apart. He got massive pecs and his gargantuan biceps erupting his rolled up sleeves. "U fuckin' marine bitches! U gonna die right here at my hands, suckin' bastards!" and with a spin around kick he attacked the young Sam into a tree behind. Sam got dazed with the brutal impact of that huge combat boot into his chest. Brad challenged the Russian commando: "fight someone of your own size, suckin' commie!", and he grabbed the serrated blade he had on his left thigh, facing the muscular opponent.        

    The Russian military grabbed the harpoon laying there and aimed it at the marine, shot and the sharp hook pierced the powerful thigh of the marine. Brad yelled loud, roaring like a wounded lion, his gloved hands grasp the hook and draw the bloody weapon from his muscular quad. Quickly he stabbed the Russian with the very same hook right in his bulging biceps. The huge Russian commando goes on one knee and Brad take the advantage to stomp the fucker on his balls.

       Sam was watching the brutal male fight in awe, getting so boned that his dick was almost bursting the thick fabric of the diving suit. Meanwhile, his tuff instructor was getting overpowered by the Russian commando:

Suddenly the Russian slams his hard open palm into Brads balls, making him collapse in pain and pass out.  Whilst Brad and his recruit were out of action, the Russian tore off his shirt and ripped it into strips, to bandage his wounded arm.

       Flexing his bicep to make sure the bandage was secure, the recruit moaned.  The huge Russian went over to where the recruit was lying and flexed his pecs.  The crotch of the recruits wetsuit was stretched as his cock swelled with desire.

     The Russian grabbed the recruit's wet suit and hauled him to a standing position then flexed his left bicep right in the guys face.

 “You want some of this, Bitch?” said the Russian.  The marine moaned.   

“Answer me” yelled the Russian and followed it up with a powerful right hook to the  

young marines chiseled face.  

“You want to see some more, you faggot?” the Russian  bellowed, this time the marine replied quietly “Yes, sir”.  Thwack, this rime a left  hand jabbed into the marines face, “What did you say, boy?” Screamed the Russian.   

This time the young marine came to attention and through a painful and swollen face loudly cried “Yes, SIR!”

“That’s more like it, bitch” said the huge Russian, “Now strip”.  

The massive Russian  watched as Sam expertly removed his diving gear, to reveal a young fit body. Broad shoulders capped thick pecs and an 8 pack.  In his lycra underwear, his cock was erect and outlined, and was equally impressive.  As he peeled his lycra shorts off a fat cut

9 inch cock sprang to attention.

The Russian nodded in approval as the young marine regained some composure and flexed his pecs a little.

The huge Russian slammed a huge fist into Sam's hard abs, winding him and making him sink to his knees.  The Russian then freed his equally huge cock and grabbed the marines head, forcing him to take the entire length of the shaft.

Sam's head was slammed into the Russian's metal belt buckle over and over again, but the Russian kept going, he was lost in the pleasure of the best cock sucking of his life. Sam could hardly breathe and was bleeding badly from his forehead, as he felt gallons of hot cum fill his mouth and throat.  After a moments pause the huge Russian picked Sam off his knees and kissed him deeply.  Sam's cock was streaming pre-cum as the Russian sank to his knees and began taking Sams erect shaft in his mouth. “Yes”  moaned Sam “Yeah, suck me dry you commie bastard”.  The Russian obliged sucking  harder and deeper. Sam was in ecstasy when with increasing volume he began to shout “Fuck” over and over again.  With one final “FFUUUCCKK” he came.

With warm spunk sliding down the back of his throat the Russian, clamped his teeth down on Sam's cock, biting clean through it.  A moment later the young marine’s  heart was pierced by the hunting knife the Russian had strapped to his leg.   Limp and twitching the marine lay on the floor as the Russian spat the huge cock out and said “No body fucks with Merc, bitch” and with one final last gesture, Merc, the huge  stamped his huge boot down on Sam's chest, crushing his ribs, as he bent down to remove the knife.

Brad had come round just in time to see his buddy fall, and as Merc retrieved his knife, Brad launched himself across the clearing and both men went sprawling in the dirt.

Brad rose first, followed a moment later by the Russian.  They traded kicks and punches.  Brads punches were powerful, but Mercs kicks were more than a match for them.  Merc's shiny black boots, splattered in marine blood, again hit the marines hard body, leaving another imprint on his huge muscles.    In a rage Brad rugby tackled Merc to the ground.

They rolled around, trying to grapple, each others huge bodies into a position of leverage.  Brad finally managed to grab Merc's arm, and twist it behind his back in a  restraining hold.  SNAP, he broke one of Merc's fingers.  Merc responded instantly, instinctively twisting his body round and taking Brad’s legs from under him.  The  marine’s huge body came crashing down on top of Merc.  The marines head fell into the crook of Merc's right arm.  Merc flexed is arm and rolled on top of Brad, locking the marines head in position.  Flex, flex, flex, the huge muscle crushing Brads windpipe.  He was struggling hard as the huge Russian began to stand, taking Brad with him still locked in the deadly hold.  The Russian was immensely strong and was able to maintain the hold now with just his right arm, crushing Brad to his massive pecs.  With his free left hand, Merc reached into Brad’s wetsuit.  Brad could feel the rough skin of the Russians had move slowly over his tight, sweaty pecs and down over his abs and to his crotch.  Upon arrival at the marine’s hard cock, the Russian grabbed the shaft and stared to jerk the marine off.  Brad was dying but was in heaven, he stopped struggling, deciding to enjoy his last moment in the deadly embrace of the

Russian.

A few minutes later Brad passed out, his body going limp in the Russians arms.  The Russian knew he wasn’t dead, and until he was, the honor of his country would not  be served.  Merc looked around, surveying the scene of devastation.  He picked up Brads harpoon gun.   Brads eyes opened, but he was unable to move.  Merc, slammed his boot down on Brads left thigh.  CRACK – Brad winced in pain as his leg broke. CRACK, the Russian broke Brads other leg with his shiny black boot.  With his dick in one hand and the harpoon in his other, Merc began stroking himself.  Towering over the body of the marine Merc unleashed a huge load of cum into the marine, and at the moment of ecstasy, unleashed the harpoon into Brads forehead.

Job done, Merc gathered some souveniers, the marines boots, guns and knives, and slunk back into the countryside, as quietly as he had arrived. 

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