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The skyline was aching bad for justice. In days recent, crime had soared high. The economy had failed in the new country. And by new I mean two-hundred-years old. The bankers had all satisfied their bank accounts with all the money left in the country, somehow. The bankers then converted the money into other currencies and got away with it real well. Crime was pretty bad but Rod Bucks was just the man for the job. Rod Bucks would set it all straight one night.
 
“Oh god, help!” A woman screamed into the night.
 
Rod Bucks heard the woman scream. He sat in the diner smoking a cigarette.
 
“God doesn’t exist” Rod Bucks whispered in the empty diner.
 
Rod Bucks lifted his shirt and pressed the burning ember of his cigarette onto his stomach as he flexed. This was the only way he put out his cigarettes.
 
Coughing up a laugh, Rod Bucks walked toward the woman screaming for help.
 
The city lights were dim as everyones hope. He continued to walk, looking at his flexed arms. His tight black jeans made the bulge of his weiner seem more massive than a lot of things. Wet news papers shrew on the black tar-top hinting that a hideous apocalypse was nearing. He flexed again then grabbed for his bulge. He grasped the penis with his whole hand and gave it a firm adjusting. The wind blew the trash in tornado and paisley patterns all over the road and between buildings into the alleys.
 
Then he spit on the ground.
 
“Oh no! Stop you monsters!” The woman screamed again.
 
“I’m coming. Daddy’s coming...” Rod Bucks talked to the wind like easy jazz in the night.
 
He turned the corner into the alley to find a woman pinned on the ground. Two men were teaming-up on her. It was animalistic, it was raw.
 
Rod Bucks knew the drill: he beats their asses, then gets to know the girl and she owes her life to him. He knew it all too well.
 
“You punks want a tight hole to fuck?” Rod Bucks announced.
 
The two men looked up at Rod Bucks. They saw in his eyes a sparkle of justice and they knew they had trouble, something fierce, coming their way.
 
“Why don’t you walk away before we mess you up, bitch!” One of the men yelled like a wild maniac elephant.
 
Rod Bucks walked closer to them. The woman felt Rod Bucks’ manliness and she was instantly turned on by him but not by the guys trying to rape her. He approached quick. One of the men stood to his feet and put his fists up.
 
“You know where imunna put those fists?”Rod Bucks asked but did not need an answer.
 
“Prolly up your own ass, you fag!” The guy answered.
 
The woman let out another scream like a cat being held down while its stomach’s scratched and petted.
 
“You guessed wrong, punk.” Rod Bucks replied. “So, tell him what he's won, Johnny.” Rod Bucks shouted at the other guy still on top of the woman.
 
Rod Bucks did a roundhouse kick. The heel of his boot met the dudes face. Blood went everywhere. Rod Bucks had broke the guys neck and his head was hanging loose on top of his shoulders. Rod knew his power. The guy with the broken neck fell to the ground with a loud thud. The alley was red with the intensity of blood and pain.
 
“You killed him!” The guy on top of the woman screamed.
 
“You’re next.” Rod Bucks declared.
 
The woman laid there her heart rate rose like mercury in a thermometer resting under a fevered tongue.
 
Rod Bucks threw caution to the wind and ran as fast and as powerful as he could toward the man. He was a dangerous man, but Rod Bucks knew danger all too well. Rod Bucks danced on the Great Wall of China once with three unleashed lions. He had slept outside in a Siberian snow storm once with a lighter and a roll of razor wire and was found frozen, but he was able to come back to life once they thawed him. Rod Bucks cut his cocaine with danger.
 
Rod Bucks flew through the air with a cool song playing in his head, Highway to the Danger Zone was the song. The heel of his boot met the other dudes face and the guys jaw fell to the ground as Rod Bucks boot hit his face. The woman was covered in blood instantly and the wet fragments of pulp mixed with teeth and bone fell all over her luscious body. It all splattered on her face and ran down her really great boobs. Rod Bucks noticed her boobs the minute he landed on the ground.
 
“You gonna eat that?” Rod Bucks asked the woman.
 
She laid there like a lioness in heat.
 
“Oh, you’re the strongest man I have ever seen.” She said with a velvet voice.
 
Rod Bucks stood there and flexed until his shirt ripped in various places. “I am the strongest person I have ever met, babe.” He spoke like angels sing.
 
She wicked away the blood from her face and most importantly her boobs. Some fragments of bone and teeth were sharp and poked into her perfect skin as she tried to wick it all away. Rod Bucks became aroused. “Get on your knees and tell me you love me, baby.” Pointing with his index finger at his tight bulge.
 
She scrambled to his thighs and took his pants down to his knees. She put his hard cock in her mouth.
 
“Oh oh oh. Baby, this is such a great huge hung dick.” She gargled the words out.
 
“I know, baby.” He grasped his weiner and smacked her on the sides of her face with it. The blood splattered a bit and little speckles of blood landed on Rod Bucks chin. “That’a girl, put it all the way in your mouth, you’re so safe it’s retarded.”
 
Her body quivered as she creamed her panties in anticipation of Rod Bucks porting her soft vagina.
 
Rod Bucks took out a cigarette and lit it up. The light from the flame of his lighter illuminated the alley. He looked at the two dead dudes on the ground and saw all the blood. He flexed his cock in rejoice of his victory. His dick inflated a bit and she moaned in satisfaction.
 
The one guy with the broken neck had black-red thick blood bubbles from a compound fracture on his neck. The bubbles made a greasy slapping noise and Rod Bucks smiled because he knew no more harm would come this womans way.
 
“Baby, imunna cum. I’ll always love you.” He grunted.
 
His words made her orgasm instantly and she squirted her juices. She seeped through her panties and jeans. Rod Bucks could smell her sweet juice.
 
Rod Bucks came a cup and a half of jizz and blasted the woman’s head back a noticeable amount.
 
He lifted his shirt and put his cigarette out.
 
The woman hugged Rod Bucks thighs.
 
The fluorescent lights in the streets hummed their beautiful melodies, and the planets talked to the stars in a glorious praise that mankind will never know because justice was served.

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