It was early in October when the confrontation came. Bob had been the starring Quarterback in another losing season for the local high school. He had four games under his belt, and the local team had lost all four. Bruce laughed about it and relished the fact that the home team had lost all of its games--even Homecoming--last year too, with his brother at he helm. Obviously they weren't going to win anything this year either. Bob and his buddies on the team were too much into partying and having a good time. After the Friday night games they would drink most of the day every Saturday, sometimes well into the evening hours. None of the key players ever were at the weight room, including Bob. Bruce wondered what the coach was thinking about? The football team was the school joke! The kids just showed up at games to have a good time. Some of them took up body passing in the bleachers. Others brought objects they could throw on the field during the game. One time the principal stopped the game in progress, telling the kids that "if the disruptions continued the game would be terminated." Bruce had been in the front that evening and just at that point hurled a big Dixie cup full of ice-cream and chocolate directly at the principal, zinging him in the head, and covering him with ice cream and chocolate. The kids roared, and the game was stopped before halftime. No one ever squealed on Bruce. After that the school just resolved itself into accepting the fact that the disruptions were out of control, and short of canceling the entire season there was not much they could do about it. A win by the home team would have been so stunning that it probably was the only thing that could quell the raucous crowd. It was after the third game, and as usual the team lost. On Saturday afternoon the partying began at the home of one of his brother's teammates. They usually selected a home where the parents were absent and this time it was Jim Rowland's house. The drinking started at about 3 p.m. and continued on for at least three or four hours, until almost every participant was sloshed to the gills. Bob staggered out and took off for home at about 5:30. When he got there he found only his stepfather there. Mother had taken off for some party and nothing was prepared for the evening meal. Bob was pissed! He expected to eat and lie down after that. "Where the hell is puke-head? he asked, referring to Bruce. "He must still be working out at school," Stepfather replied. "That fucking queer exhibitionist," Bob said, "I'm going over there and teach him a good lesson. He hasn't had a good beating from me in a long time now!" "Yeah, yeah," his stepfather said, "Teach that little bastard some respect. He's really gotten cocky lately. He needs a good beating!" Egged on by his stepfather Bob went on and on about what he was going to do to Bruce. "He won't be wearing that long hair anymore when I'm through with him," he boasted, "I'm gonna take my electric razor to that mop of hair. I'll use that when I get through pounding him!" “It's about time!”, his stepfather said. Bob took off in his car, heading for the school and having a hard time controling his speed. I want to catch him while he's still there, he said to himself, and we'll settle this thing once and for all. Bob was agitated as hell and savoring the beating he was going to administer to Bruce, but now it was the liquor doing all the talking. He didn't ever anticipate a problem with beating up Bruce--after all he was two years older, and a football star! And Bruce was nothing but a kid. Meanwhile, Bruce had just finished a tough workout, and was headed for the locker room. His muscular body was wet with sweat, further enhancing the magnificent build and accentuating his great tan. The ripples in his chest were further magnified by the sweat on the bronzed skin. His pecs were bulging, as were his biceps, which must have been pumped to 17" by then. He felt great, it had been a hard workout, but certainly worth it. When he entered the locker room he found he was all alone. Everyone else had left. He stripped off his gym shorts and was down to his jock strap when he heard the commotion at the door. Bob came in like a raging bull! The door slammed shut and he locked it behind him. Seeing Bruce near the end wall next to his locker Bob made a beeline towards him, swearing and cursing a blue streak. "You fuckin little nothing kid, you've been asking for this for a long time! And I’m going to give you those black eyes I promised you, and by the time I'm done with you that teacher you pal around with will never want to see you again," he blurted. Bruce had never seen Bob so wild. Madder than hell, Bob approached Bruce with his fist clenched. He aimed for Bruce's right eye. Bruce was too quick and Bob's reaction time too slow, and Bruce grabbed his wrist with his right hand, pulling his arm down to his legs. Then, picking Bob up by his crotch and his neck Bruce threw him against the lockers, with a resounding thud and crack. Bob fell against the lockers and onto the floor. "You fucker!" he screamed, "Now I am going to beat the shit out of you." Bob was back on his feet quickly, coming at Bruce again like a raging bull, this time grabbing both his wrists and trying to bend his arms behind him--except they did not bend! Bruce freed his right arm, and grabbing him under the arm he threw Bob over his shoulder and back on the floor. Then Bruce was on top of him, his huge body forcing Bob against the floor, and keeping him there. Bob struggled to extricate himself, but couldn't. Bruce grabbed his shirt, ripping it off his body and forcing him up again. Then he leveled a series of blows to Bob's body that sent him reeling. First it was an uppercut to Bob's chin. Then his fist connected with Bob's left eye, blackening it upon impact. "I'm not through with you yet--Dickhead!" Bruce told him, as he delivered a series of blows to his rib cage. Bob couldn't muster the strength to overcome his younger brother. He was screaming with pain! "What in hell are you doing?" he gasped. "I'm finishing you off, once and for all," Bruce said, and with that he hit him as hard as he could in the ribs again with his clenched fist. "Stop. Stop. I give," Bob pleaded. "I'm just warming up on you," Bruce told him, scoring a direct hit on his nose, causing blood to come rushing out., "I've waited for this for years,” Bruce shouted, "You drunken piece of shit!" Then he hit him on the mouth, and blood stated trickling out of one corner. The muscles on Bruce's entire body glistened. He had Bob on the floor in a second more, lying there with his face down. Bruce grabbed his two arms, pulling them towards him and placing his muscular foot into Bob's back as he pulled on the arms until Bob screamed again in pain. "You got enough now shithead?" "Yeah, let me go, let me go! I'm hurt!" Bob stammered. "Good!" Bruce said, "Now go running home and tell them what your big little brother did to you." "Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "Yeah, you’re sorry!" Bruce said, "You're a sorry piece of shit that never will amount to anything." With that he dressed and after kicking Bob in the ass hard, he left with Bob still moaning on the floor. Bob had to go to the emergency room that night. He had one broken rib and one that was cracked. He was taped up at the hospital and was out of football for the season. Bruce didn't care; he was glad that he had finally shown Bob that he was the better man. The next day Bob moved out of the house. He didn't want another encounter with the teenage Adonis, and now he was really scared about what Bruce might do to him. When stepfather had seen Bob at the hospital a chill went up his spine. He wasn't going to do anything to agitate his young stepson now; he was too afraid of him. Bruce knew that now he was boss in the house. Nothing ever happened to Bruce because of the fight--after all, Bob had started it--and he had finished him. At school the next Monday everyone was laughing at Bob because he had been beaten up by a 16 year old kid. Bob was finished. After he graduated he left town as none of his friends respected him anymore. They just laughed at him. Bruce was their hero now. BRUCE HAS ONE MORE EPISODE IN THIS SERIES. BUT HE’S SO POWERFUL THAT HE'S ABLE TO LEAP TWO YEARS IN A SINGLE BOUND! AFTER THE NEXT EPISODE--HE WILL BE 18!
