guys leave and we won' t bother anybody else in this ty ever again."
"And if you win?" Quinn asked.
"Then you and your little friend" - pointing to Derek - "get to be uests for a couple of hours."
"Fuck you, asshole," said Quinn. "There' s no way I' m letting you touch my brother. Haven' t you already fucked up these other kids enough? Look at them, you beat the shit out of them."
Ted chuckled. "Let' s just say we' re insatiable," he said. "Too bad you' re too big a chi-livered pussy to put up your dukes ale this like a man."
", Quinn, you take any of these guys with one hand," said Derek. "I' m not afraid. Go for it."
Quinn froze for a sed, not sure what to make of this bizarre situation. He was well-trained in martial arts and was sure he could take any of these guys, but the idea of Derek winding up in the hands of these sadists made him leery. He was just about to turn and walk out of the trailer to call for backup when Ben spun him around by the shoulder and threw a solid right hook into his gut.
Quinn' s rock-solid abs took the punch easily. Quinn spun around reflexively and threw a quibination at Ben' s head. Ben jumped bad dodged the punches. "Okay, it' s on!" he said excitedly. "Let' s see what' cha got, boy!"
Quinn pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it into the er. He squared his fists and sized up his oppo. Ben outweighed him by at least 50 lbs. His shoulders were as wide as a gorillas, with huge, firm pecs tapering off into a solid, heavily muscled waistline. Quinn had o no body fat, with firm, hard pecs bleeding into chiseled washboard abs.
Quinn figured he' d have the advantage of speed, but there wasn' t mu in the cramped trailer to move around, which gave the advantage back to Ben. Quinhat he couldn' t stand toe to toe and slug it out or Ben would overpower him.
Suddenly, Beed a powerful overhead jab toward Quinn' s temple. Quinn bobbed and twisted, avoiding the blow