Steve isnt gonna like that, Tom thought to himself. Steve, the manager at Roids liked his bartenders buffed and tanned. Thats what brought in the crowds, he always said.
I pay you guys to look good with your shirts off. If you can mix a drink, thats a bonus, Tom remembered Steve saying half jokingly.
Tom leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. He twisted his upper body from side to side a few times to stretch out his thick back muscles and then flexed his abs a few times. Tom was jacked and he knew it. His perfectly proportioned body earned him the most admirers at the bar and, more importantly, the biggest tips. He closed his eyes and dozed off, wondering if he would meet any one at the bar that night.
Tom never heard the two intruders when they hopped the fence and slowly moved towards him. Tom awoke with a gasp. One of the attackers grabbed Toms arms from behind him and pulled them back over his head, stretching his well muscled torso to its limit. He tried to move his legs but the second attacker jumped in front of Tom and straddled his legs so that they were pinned. The more Tom struggled, the harder his arms were pulled back leaving his chest and abdomen fully stretched and completely vulnerable.
Tom saw the flash of the blade and a second later felt a sudden burst of pain in his gut as the attacker in front of him brutally stabbed Tom in the belly.
AAAHHHhhhhhh!!! Tom screamed in agony, his body stiffened as the razor sharp blade cut easily through the flesh and muscle of his chiseled abdomen.
Tom wailed as the eight inch knife was rammed into his belly twice more, the blade cutting crisply into his thick abs with each violent thrust. The attacker left the knife stuck in Toms belly and both intruders ran off as Toms blood swirled down the drain of the hot tub.
