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The day was hot. The sweltering sun beat down on the concrete and steel like it owed it money. Rebar and I-beams piled around bags of cement mix. The construction site was a mess of gravel and machinery. Despite its many safety features, various orange cones and warning labels, construction remained one of the most deadly professions. Not from workplace accidents or OSHA violations. No, it was simply collateral damage.

The ground rumbled rhythmically. The jackhammer to the side a pail comparison of the sheer amount of force pounding the gravel. Around the building came a massive, twelve foot tall, blue pit bull. He sauntered, his massive arms bulging with minimal effort as he carried four I beams under each arm, the metal warping a bit from the force applied. He would later chastise the manufacture for supplying his crew shitty material. If it bent with the force of a "fly fart" then what good was it? Of course, the unit of "fly fart" was drastically different for the pitty. It wasn't so much the effort he was applying, but the weight behind those muscles.

And what muscles they were.

The sun had done a number on the pitty's bod. He was dripping, but not from exertion. His body glistened with sweat as it rolled off him. The pitty's massive chest was a shelf, his nipples poking out of the yellow construction vest he wore. The buttons on it were the size of dinner plates, but the loops they hooked into had long since torn, leaving the monstrous chest of the Pitty exposed. His arms were twice as large as his head, and he was a pitty with the bully gene, so his head was wide, and those arms were WMD's. His neck was thick cords lashed to his head to support it, easily wider than his clipped ears. The pitty's thighs rippled with power as he walked, each supporting the titan of muscle and brick-house eight pack above as he stomped his way around.

He was simply walking, but with his weight and power, he simply couldn't help but shake foundations and crack sidewalks. The underground piping snapped and broke under his mighty footfalls, a problem for the team in charge of plumbing, but this wouldn't be noticed until they tried to hook up to the water main. His massive boots were more of a formality. They were more subject to damage than his skin was. The treads were made of steel and ground into the dirt, packing down the foundation as his feet and calves propelled this man forward.

And there was no question that he was a man.

Posing trunks, bright reflective yellow for "safety" reasons were pulled taught over that package. Had he been allowed to free ball, he would have a knee knocking python and a duo of swinging wrecking balls. He lost a couple good men when his last pair finally snapped. His nuts swung and bashed into a couple skulls. They would have been sent home for concussions if they had survived, but it can't be helped if a superior being trips and crushes them under their falling form. It was common place in society for littles to go the way of collateral damage.

His name? Richard. Big Richard, or more commonly Big Dick Rick. Though, most people didn't introduce him by his name at first. It was usually, "Get the fuck out of the way!" an entire team of furs dedicated to the flow of traffic in the site to minimize the...collateral damage. Rick wasn't too concerned. Actually, no one was...at least anyone who mattered. It was normal for superior beings to lord over the smaller ones. It didn't matter what he did to littles, as long as he got his shit done, and when you do the job of fifty men, it's really not that big of a deal if a few "quit" before a project is over.

Like the sound of the largest wind chimes in the world, Richard tossed the I-beams down on the designated spot. He huffed, upset they bent when they were supposed to be quality and able to withstand a superior's strength. Normally they would, but when you're a giant amongst giants, there's little that can be done. Most superiors were about eight, maybe ten feet tall. With Ricks imposing twelve feet and massive frame, other superiors basically looked like teenagers trying to imitate a pitiful P-90X video.

"Yo! Carl!" Keven roared over the construction, his voice booming and deafening anyone who wasn't wearing their protective headgear. "Carl! Clock me out! I'm done for the day. You little shits can take care of the rest of this. My husband is waiting for me."

"Thanks Big D!" the project foreman responded into the pitty's ear piece. "You stayed an hour over anyway. We appreciate the help."

"You got it 'chief'" Richard huffed the nickname mockingly. Everyone knew who was really in charge. "I expect to get this shit done before I get back in the morning. Make sure the coffee is fresh this time, or I'll get me a new foreman."

Richard didn't really care for the busywork of being a foreman. The design wasn't his passion. It was being so strong and powerful that he got paid for the work of thirty other men. He could negotiate for more pay, but he didn't want the company to go bankrupt. Not that other construction sites wouldn't take him in, but they tried too hard to preserve their "assets."

"I expect to be paid overtime for that hour." He chuckled into the ear piece.

"And then some! You put us ahead of schedule. We should be able to go to the next site a week early now that..."

"Chief, what did I say about boring me with the details of the job I let you have?" There was a long pause on the earpiece. A little too long for Richard's liking. "Do I have to repeat myself?" he growled through a dark grin.

"No! No, Big D...Big D Sir! I'll just-"

"Shut the hell up and tell me where to go. I leave all that busy work to you."

"Yes! Of course Big D Sir. Thank you so much. I'll stop talking so you can go to your husband." Carl rambled. Richard knew the little was trying to deflect attention to his husband. Richard let it work...this time.

"Okay, tell someone to pick my shit up and put it away. I'm not keeping my husband waiting any longer." Richard pulled out the ear piece, easily a megaphone to a little, and tossed it on the ground along with the safety vest. Had Rick been paying attention, he would have noticed the little beneath him preparing the I-beam for transport, but he didn't. Instead the massive ear piece fell and smacked the bear in the head and he was promptly draped by the sweaty, musk soaked safety vest.

"What the fuck!" The little complained as he pulled himself out of the fabric prison. Thank the heavens that he was wearing his PPE and saved himself from head trauma, but unfortunately that knock to the head didn't shake any sense loose. As soon as he realized what was happening the tinny shuddered in fear, hoping his superior hadn't heard him. That's when he felt relief from the sun, but not in a good way. A dark shadow eclipsed the beating heat of that life giving ball of gas.

"The fuck did you just say?" Richard growled down at the bear. The little had to be in his early thirties and killing it in the gym. He looked massive, for tinny standards, but was no bigger than the average dog to the towering pitty. The bear turned and looked up at the looming tower of masculinity and power, the pit bull's eyes glaring like balls of fire at the insignificant offender.

"Oh shit! Rick! I didn't know it was you!" Richard flinched as something small hit him. It was like a raindrop. He glanced at the blue skies around him, but noticed what was actually happening. Thick droplets of sweat were rolling off the paragon of manhood above him. He realized that poser was soaked through, the shadows revealing the angry veins and contours of his superior's manhood. He could hear the toes flexing inside those steel sole boots as he shifted his weight to look down the tinny. Rivulets of sweat and musk trickled down that pitty's fur and muzzles, dripping off him like rainwater tainted with the pure essence of man.

"How the fuck didn't you notice me? You think I'm going to believe that shit?" Richard's scowl turned into a sinister smile, his teeth gleaming in the darkness of his shadow. Before the nameless bear could react, Richard had plucked him up by his scruff. The bear screamed and thrashed as he was lifted to face the superior being he had just offended.

"Please Rick! If I had known it was you. I wouldn't have lost my cool."

Richard didn't say anything. There were no words needed for what was about to happen. Everyone at the site knew the tinny's fate, his crime of talking back to his superiors. All, except the new guy.

"Richard, he didn't know it was you man." A lion shouted from below. He was a young man, his mane hardly coming in yet, but he did the only thing arguably worse than offending him. He questioned his superiors. Richard lifted his foot and kicked the legs of the little shouting up at him. It was a fast kick, but he didn't follow through all the way. It was minimal effort to make the lion lame and unable to move, but it did a lot more than that.

Wet snaps as kneecaps were shattered and ligaments were torn. Both the lion's knees were blown out and bent the wrong way. His protective gear doing nothing but keeping his broken limbs still attached to his body as the insides broke and shattered, shins bones tearing through skin as he fell forward screaming, unable to move as he was forced down to the ground by gravity.

"You think you can come in here and say that shit to your betters, you little piss ant? I take shits bigger than you." Richard growled down at the screaming lion. The lion's pants started to turn red from the gushing wounds and fractured bones. How effortless it was for Richard to just shatter this little's bones. It was hardly a flick of his ankle.

Big Dick Rick's posers twitched, the fabric straining audibly as he reveled in the truth of how effortlessly destructive he was. This little shit would need to be made into an example. Rick gave the lion a kick to the ribs, every rib on his right side shattered. The lion's lung was punctured, shoulder dislocated and snapped as he was forced onto his back, and his legs rattled like a rag doll, flopping wetly with him.

He was trying to be gentle, but Richard could only do so much with such fragile faggots. He was satisfied for the moment, so he squatted down, glaring at the wild eyes of that "man." The lion was trying to scream, but he couldn't get the breath to do it. It was too painful to even shout. Instead he was frozen, eyes twitching while he choked up blood and bile.

"You still with us, shit stain?" Richard growled lustfully, his dick swelling and stretching out far enough for the root of his dick and pubes to show, the edges of his nuts peaking around that pouch.

"You see," Richard continued without waiting for the near comatose lion to respond. "You littles are lesser beings. We let you live in our world, and we tolerate your existence, but you exist for our pleasure, and at our whim."

With a skilled movement, Richard flipped the whimpering, sniveling bear in his arm around like he would a gym towel so that his head was resting in the crook of his arm. The bear screamed, his fear echoing through the construction site, or was it pain from his spine snapping in the movement? Richard didn't know. All the bear knew was that he couldn't move his legs anymore. Shame. Richard liked it when they struggled more.

"Listen up all you little tinnies!" Richard shouted, the construction coming to a halt apart from a few clangs and bangs. "To all you newbies out there, know you are replaceable." Richard started to flex his arm. Instantly the bears jaw creaked, his skull groaning as Richard just barely lifted his arm. In his own mind, he wasn't flexing yet.

"You are fragile and weak. You mean nothing to your superiors except as beings to make our lives easier." Richard balled his hand into a fist, the motion causing veins to angrily throb down his arm. The sensation of those veins pulsing like punches to the bear's face.

"And never forget," Richard snarled as he turned his head to watch the bear, his neck bulging as he grinned darkly. "That you are eatable..." He started to flex, his arm slowly coming up and his bicep starting to swell. "...fuckable..." Richard continued, thick wads of pre oozing out of that hardened cock tip, the fabric of his posers audibly snapping as he continued. "...lube!"

The bear screamed, for about a second, before it was cut off by his throat being crushed. That muscle expanded around his head like a rolling boulder that relentlessly pushed forward. First his jaw snapped, his teeth popping out as he tried to scream, his eyes going red as the vessels in them popped. His skull groaned. Blood trickled down Richards elbow, but this was nothing. He was ready for the main event. He really flexed. Hard and fast, the bicep blasting into a double peak. It was a crunching snap and splatter. The bear's skull didn't split; it popped open as though a grenade had gone off inside his skull. Gray matter, squelching brain reduced to strands and strings splattered all over the lion as a bucket of blood splattered down and was immediately stopped. That muscle was grinding so hard it stopped more from coming out, but not for long. Richard growled as he flexed harder, the muscles like two tectonic plates colliding, audibly grinding like stone before the pitiful neck of that tinny was ground to paste. The remains of the bear's head flopped forward while the rest of his body fell back, splattering blood all over the gravel and gushing out further.

"Now, let me show you exactly how little I give a shit about you fucking tinnies." Richard bent down and grabbed that lion's form. He was gasping, and begging for release fromt his tortured hell. Richard would give it to him, but on his terms.

Richard grabbed one of the I-beams in his other hand, slammed it down like a flag pole into the ground. He then kicked and bent the metal, curving it until it was a tight ring. Well...tight for him. He did this a few times until it resembled a tube with a long spire coming out of it.

He slammed the lion onto the part of the I-beam still straightened out. He then took some rebar and lashed it around the lion to pin him there. He groaned and gasped in anguish, his screams, if you could even call them that, were ignored as Richard finished his toy.

Richard then lined his dick up with the spiraled metal and slipped the tip of his poser covered dick inside, but not far, not yet. Richard snarled lustfully as he pulled the top half of this contraption closer to him, the lion pinned to it as blood oozed down his legs and into the tunnel Richard had made for his dick.

The point of the contraption became quite clear as he pulled the tinny close to his chest, his pecks pinning the lion's head up. He was hugging him as he slowly pulled him forward. He screamed, that gasping, wet, gargling scream as he was pressed closer and closer. The wounds on his legs oozing more blood as the pressure was forcing it out of him. His other ribs and sternum snapped collapsing his other lung as he pulled the little in closer, the blood making his chest slick as it pooled down around his body, only to dribble down into the fuck hole that Richard had made.

And still he pulled him closer, his abs crunching, his pecks slowly flexing. Already it was too much for the lion as his head was forced up, life just barely twinkling in his eyes as bright red blood bubbled out of his muzzle. But Richard wouldn't have it. He pulled him down farther to keep those fading eyes locked with his own. He wanted to watch the exact moment his agonized body let go of its mortal coil. He pulled him in harder, harder, harder. That body snapping, breaking, crunching and grinding down into a mixture of blood, bone and gore paste.

Then Richard couldn't hold back anymore, he flexed hard, the metal of the I beam bending as the lion was crushed. His chest cavity breaking, his organs popping out of his gut and squelching in the only direction left for them to go. Down. Down into the now gory fleshlight the pitty had made for himself. He snarled, thrusting hard, his hips a bloody mess as viscera dribbled down his nuts, gore bubbling down his muscular thighs and staining his boots. The slick insides of tinnies were so soft and fuckable. It only made it harder not to smash more into his toy, but he had a schedule to keep.

He snarled, a dark grin playing across his face as the light of those eyes faded forever. He gave a triumphant roar as he thrusted forward, biting down on that lion's skull, crunching it between his jaws, his powerful teeth grinding his bones and brains to paste, staining his teeth red. Richard's dick hardened so much it pushed the metal apart, a high pitched screech of metal on metal, before he shot.

The volume and velocity of those ropes could only be described as lethal. The fabric of his posers flew off and up that shaft. He snarled and ground his hips up into the makeshift fleshlight, emphasis in the flesh. Massive streams of pink stained cum gushed up like a geyser and propelled the chest and arms of that corps out, making it smack and dent a metal pillar before being speared by the rebar mesh below.

"Fuck...I needed to take that edge off." Richard groaned, chewing on the skull like a wad of gum or chew. He took his toy, now bent and warped from his rough treatment, and tossed it to the side. The littles would have to clean this shit up. It wasn't his problem. He shuddered, the gory mess staining his light underbelly crimson was slick and cool to the wind. The warmth of a body was nothing compared to the heat of the day.

"You guys deal with this mess. I'm already late to see my husband." Richard ordered. Carl! I'm still getting paid for the time I was here for that. Mark it down as training for the newbies!"

Richard didn't bother saying anything else, he simply sauntered off site. He needed to get to the bar or his husband would kill him...or kill without him.