Italian job (story/pic)

   
          That son of a bitch, Tony.  The oldest son and heir of the mafia empire built up by his bastard of a father.  With his father aging, Tony has been trying to "prove" himself worthy of taking over his father's lead of the mob.  He has been responsible for the deaths of at least 60 people in this town, including a local candy shop owner who dared call him out for parking in a handicap space.  Tony never took criticism well, so he shot the man in front of his children.

            I had been working for Tony as an "errand boy".  This meant I did almost anything at Tony's mansion.  One of my main jobs was tending to the pools.  

          Tony spent every morning going for a swim as part of this daily workout.  This kept his body lean and toned.  As I was the only one working outside in the morning, we were usually alone.  He would often give me "duties" to perform.  Sometimes these were sexual in nature, sometimes it was the destruction of evidence, sometimes it was to keep his wife distracted while he met with one of his mistresses. 

          I saw Tony come in the back gate from a jog.  He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and jumped into one of the pools.  While Tony was in what we called the waterfall pool, I approached with my usual cart.  "Good morning, sir."  I said as I got to the edge of the pool.

          "Just the man I've been looking for."  Tony gave me a grin an waded towards the side of the pool where I stood.  'oh crap,' I thought, 'was he on to me?'

          "I need you to do something for me."  His words were unusually slow and pensive.  "You've done favors for me for how long now?"

          "Five years, sir."  It's true, I was first hired as a pool boy by Tony's father when I was thirteen.  Tony was only five years older than me.

          "You know," he started.  "When my father dies, I will need a second in command.  Since you've been the one most loyal to me and haven't been running to my dad telling him everything I've been up to, I need your help.  You've done well in having my back, I figured it's time for both of us to move up the ladder."

          "I appreciate that, sir.  What would you have me do?"  I had always carried myself professionally with my boss.

          "Call me Tony," he stated, raising a wine glass from the poolside tray and handing it to me.  "My father is going to die this morning, I just need you to burn my shirt and shoes.  You're also my witness that I was here all morning."

          My eyebrows raised.  Wow, this was real.  His ambition had truly taken him beyond the turning point.  Little did he know that right before I had arrived at work, one of Tony's father's limosines pulled up to me and I was taken inside. Tony's father had told me that there had been an attempt on his life and I needed to find out if Tony was involved.  Little did I expect Tony to tell me forthright.

          Since I Tony had confessed to me, I knew what I needed to do.  I reached down into the cart and pulled out the blade his father had given me.  He had no time to react before I buried the blade to the hilt in his rippled abs.  


          Tony let out a loud "Ugggghhh!!"  He stared up at me in disbelief, his broad chest heaving from the force of the thrust.  His eyes turned down at the hilt and widened as he recognized his father's sword.  His jaw dropped open and his gaze returned to me as blood spurt out from his lips.

           "Just a gift your father wanted me to give you.  Afterall, you've earned it".  Tony fell over in the pool, his once strong muscular body floated in the crimson waters.  I picked up the poolside phone and let Tony's father know the present was well received.

          

Fallen Warrior (story/pic)

          Nikolas had spent the last 24 hours on patrol.  He was tired and worn when he got back to the bunker.  A nice, hot shower and a good night's rest was all he needed.  But, never one to miss out on his workout regimen, he decided to spend some time lifting weights.

          Afterwards, he soaked his muscular body under a steamy shower, cleaning off the dirt, sweat and grime.  After 30 minutes in the shower, he felt refreshed, like a new man.

          He crawled onto his cot, wearing only his underwear.  He had just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, when he was awakened by a commotion.  His mind jumped into full-battle mode when he realized the bunker was under attack.  

          He grabbed his pants and was pulling them on when an enemy soldier burst through the door.  Nikolas reached for his weapon, but before he could grab it, the enemy flung his knife at the beefy soldier.

          Nikolas was hit straight in the gut, the blade burying itself nearly to the hilt in his muscular abs.  He tried to move forward, but the sharp, pain in his gut forced him to the ground.

          He held himself up, staring at his attacker, who then unloaded a full clip of bullets into Nikolas' body.  The tired warrior collapsed in a pool of blood.  He had finally found the long-awaited rest he had so desired.

Hurts so good (story/pic)

          Yep, He was drunk, dancing around shirtless in my bar.  I called last call over an hour before, but this piece of shit just kept frolicking in a drunken stupor.

          My girlfriend came in, wondering what was taking me so long.  The damn fool began making his moves on my girl.  He grabbed her and slobbered on a wet kiss.

          She shoves him back, but he pulls her again to her.  She slaps him, trying to get him to let her go.  He slaps her back full-force knocking her to the floor.  This was way above my tolerance level for anyone.

     I whipped out my knife and flung it straight at his exposed gut.  With a hard thud, the heavy knife knocked him slightly backwards and the cold steel blade penetrated deep into his gut. 

The maze champion (story/pic)

        Andre had entered into the last level of the maze.  In each level, he had used his clever tactics and physical skills to outwhit and defeat his enemy.  This level seemed easy by comparison.  

        There was an open arena.  The crowd was seated in anxious anticipation and his golden trophy sitting on a stool.  He walked out to the trophy, eyed around the room for a potential opponent.

        Was it really this easy?  Did he finally win the maze.  He went to his trophy and cheers rang out from the crowds.  Andre smiled and waved as his fans were waving back.  Sure, it was odd as he had never had fans celebrating with him, but then again, he knew this was being broadcast live to the world.

        He raised both hands up in victory.  The crowd continued its enthusiasm.  He picked up his trophy, lifting it over his head.  This set off the trap.

        A sword was shot out of a hole across the room and darted straight into Andre's hardened gut, nailing him with a heavy thud.  He dropped the trophy and the crowd went wild as cameramen swarmed into the room to capture his demise from every angle.

        Anger filled the young man's heart as he knew he had been finally lost the competition.  He wanted to pull out the blade and strike back, but was overcome with weakness.

        He leaned against the stool and stared angrily into the nearest camera.  He muscular abs and chest flexing in an attempt to hold off the pain.  It was not long before he succumbed and the audience roared even louder.

Bracing Himself (story/pic)

          He thought they were nothing but some damned farmers with pitchforks.  The hot young soldier thought he'd show off to the members of his unit when they were sent into the small farming village.
          He pulled off his shirt and wrapped himself in weaponry.  Turning to his unit, he said, "Watch me go all Rambo on their asses."  With those words, he charged right in.
          The battle turned rough pretty quick and within short time, he was separated from his unit.  Alone, he tried to hold off the revolting farmers until his ammunition ran out. 
          He came out of his hiding place, unarmed with his arms in the air.  He figured an easy surrender, a simple cell, a simple escape during the night.
          The farmers slowly approached, knowing this soldier had killed several villagers.  Seeing him unarmed, one farmer exacted his revenge.
          The soldier let out a grunt as the farmer rammed a spear into his hard muscular gut. 

One Hot Bath (story/pic)

          He was my sister's boyfriend.  They had been dating for several months now and it seemed to be getting serious.  Being from a broken home, he was over at our house a lot, hanging out with our family.
  
        He was a well-built stud of Italian heritage.  He worked out regularly and had the physique to show.  He and I hung out regularly and on this particular weekend, we had gone on hunting together.  

          He asked me not to tell my sister that we were going together as she might not like him spending the weekend with her gay brother.

         After a long day of travel to one of our family's hunting lodge, we decided to hang out in the hot tub.   I noticed he occasionally glanced over at me, biting his bottom lip.  I've seen this look before on other guys.
  
        As I talked about our plans for hunting the next day, I gently rubbed water on my upper chest and caught him staring again.  Now, to me, it was obvious why he wanted to go hunting with me.  

          I stretched out, laying my foot against his leg.  I saw him take in a breath and close his eyes.  After a few more flirtatious moves during our conversation, I moved over next to him, rubbing my shoulder against his.

         I then rested my hand on his thigh, rubbing the hair on his leg.  He slowly reached down and grabbed my hand.  I was expecting him to move my hand away from him.  Afterall, he was seriously dating my sister.

          Much to my surprise, he moved my hand to his crotch.  I could feel he was hard and ready.  His dark brown eyes were filled with lust as he stared at me.

          "What about my sister?" I asked.

         "Forget her.  It's always been you I wanted."  With those words, his warm, soft lips pressed against mine.  His sweet tongue probed against mine.  I could feel and taste his warm breath.  

         "You got a condom?" I asked.
  
        He got out of the hot tub and went into the main room where our bags were.  'Damn,' I thought to myself.  'This prick really planned this out.'  I pulled one of the decorative swords from the wall and concealed it under the water.  No man, no matter how good looking, was going to betray my sister.

          He got back into the water.  "Are you sure we should do this?  After all, you are dating my sister."  Maybe, I thought, he just might be dissuaded.

          "Look at me," he said, cockily rubbing his torso.  "I'm f**king hot.  You wouldn't be the first person I cheated on her with.  And you won't be the last one either."

          I sat quietly, contemplating my next move.  After a few seconds, I stood up in the water and said,  "Actually, I will be the last."  With that, I rammed the sword into his perfectly toned gut.  

         He let out a deep groany breath and stared at me in disbelief.  His muscles bulged and flexed from the pain searing into his gut, before he fell face-down in the water.  

          That night, I disposed of the body.  My family always wondered what ever happened to that guy, but his secret was kept safe with me.

Heart Attack (story/pic)

          Well, he did it.  He survived the night in the haunted house.  It was rumored that anyone who attempted to sleep in the dark abandoned building would die.  He awoke to the morning sun and opened the front door to bask in his victory.
      
          When he stepped out, he saw an apparition of the long-dead former owner of the property wielding a dagger.  The ghost grimmaced angrily at him.

           "Ha, I beat you," the young man said.  "I survived the night.  Besides, you can't hurt me.  You're just an apparition and so it your knife."  He gave a cocky smirk to the spectre.

       The ghost threw the knife, which made a thud as it hit the man in his bare muscular chest.  

          The young man was taken aback.  The sound and the sensation of something thudding against his chest felt all too real.  The breath seemed to have been knocked out of him.  He looked down and saw the hilt of the dagger sticking out of his heart,  vibrating with each heartbeat.

          He looked up at the spectre in shock and disbelief as he slowly collapsed to the ground.  

Beach Meat (Story/pic)

          Victor had led his naval commandos on the beach.  He had fought bravely until he swung his blade at one unarmed enemy, who jumped closer, grabbing Victor's hand in mid-swing.  A quick elbow to Victor's face knocked the commando to the ground.

          Victor felt his own sword thrust deep into his naval.  The enemy stepped back, watching the commando writhe in pain in the sand.  Victor scooted himself back and propped his back against a post, watching as his men died one-by-one. 

spear shot (story/pic)

          The hot, bare-chested young soldier was basking in the warm summer's sun.  His smooth, tanned, muscular body glowed in the morning rays.  

           His visit on the tropical island had been a long-deserved break from the war.  Little did he expect there to be any natives, let alone hostile ones.

          A forceful throw of the spear was all it took to take down this unsuspecting young man.  The natives could feast upon his muscular physique for days. 

October 2016 Update

Sorry About the delay in posting.......  I would blame it on writers block, but in reality, I was just too busy...  Anyway, I will begin to post pictures on this blog and possibly add storylines later....

So If you see a post with just a picture, feel free to suggest a storyline (or multiple storylines) to go with it..