Serial Muscle (Part 2)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17307

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It started in Orlando, six months previously.

Detective Hank Fairly was called to the plush suite at the opulent resort hotel.

"The victim is male, Caucasian, apparently early 20s," the policewoman read from her report.

"ID?" Fairly asked.

The big butch woman shook her head.

"Looks like the perp must have lifted it. Nothing on the victim."

Fairly arched an eyebrow.

"Room registration?"

Charlene cleared her throat.

"That's another odd thing," she continued. "The room was paid for in cash and registered to the resort's VP for Sales."

Fairly gave Charlene a glance.

"Who is on vacation in the Baltic with his wife and kids," she added. "I've spoken to him already."

Fairly nodded.

"Let me guess -- we're missing a desk clerk?"

Charlene nodded again.

"You want to see the victim?"

Cute little thing, Fairly thought. If he weren't so thoroughly, messily dead.

The kid was short, slender, pale, longish nut brown hair tied back in a little queue, like he was a Revolutionary War soldier or something. In a heap in the corner of the bathroom, blood everywhere.

"Exsanguinated," Charlene pointed out. "Or near enough."

The point where the blood had left the body was all too plainly clear.

"What did he use on this kid?" Fairly asked aloud. "A fucking baseball bat?"

Charlene looked at Fairly. He rarely swore, much less dropped the f-bomb.

"Are you sure he is the correct pronoun, Detective?"

Fairly nodded, clearly distracted.

"From the looks of it, Aileen Wuornos would have been gentler," he observed. "They must have made a helluva racket."

Charlene checked her notebook.

"Not some much, apparently. We tracked down the people on either side, across the hall, above, and below -- no complaints."

Fairly shook his head.

"Not much to work with."

* * *

The Big Man only made it as far as Sacramento. His time with Max Speer and Ben Costello had been more tiring than he had anticipated.

He had planned to stay in that evening. Sacramento's best hotel had a comfortable bed and a big screen television. The Big Man liked to watch sports, any kind of sport, so long as the protagonists were male and competing against each other.

And yet...

He felt the call, and answered.

Walking through the gay district's glitziest dance bar, he saw a dozen handsome young men, any of whom would meet his needs. Not bad for a city this size and a definite step up from Portland, much less Spokane.

From across the bar, Jamie Renteria was totally gobsmacked. The Big Man looked like he had stepped out of a Tom of Finland drawing, leather clad, huge, and handsome, with wavy dark hair, fine features, and an alabaster complexion.

The Big Man turned towards Jamie, saw the look on Jamie's face, gave him a smile. Jamie stopped breathing. It couldn't be -- the Big Man was coming his way, an aircraft carrier in the midst of water taxis.

"Call me Ben," the huge man said, sticking out his large, powerful hand. "You are a very handsome young man."

[More to cum...]

Part 3: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=17321

[arpeejay]

These will be short, obviously. You may want to wait until the conclusion and then read it all the way through (and, yes, I'm still making it up one entry at a time.)

xoxo

Richard

[rextorres]

Very interesting concept, of a serial muscle man as a killer. It makes you wonder, what his motivation would be, for killing innocent men.

It would be even more fascinating if you had a detective who was a muscle man as well, who went undercover and tried to pose as a muscle guy, who might become "friends" with the murderer? Hmm...

I would love to see where you go with this story....