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Round 010: XXXtreme Audition - Brock vs Drake

The rules were simple. Fuck the other guy and you get the job.

If there was one thing that XXXtream Studios prided themselves on, it was simplicity. Their audiences got what they wanted, and only the best would be hired. There was no second guessing and no second place. Their unofficial motto was “You want it? You got it.”

Unlike most other porno studios, XXXtream encouraged their fans to write in with fantasies and ideas. No kink was forbidden.  If a thread could be identified from their viewers’ feedback, they’d meet that demand. Six months ago, the kink du jour was tickling. Before that, it was scat. But right now, loser-gets-fucked wrestling was the hottest fad.

The boss man sat in his director’s chair, sipping his steaming brew. He was a coffee addict, and it was a rare instance to see him without a double shot latte in hand; hence the pseudonym he used in his professional career, Stim U Latte.

Stim watched the two buff men enter the ring. Today’s match would be filmed, although only one of them would go on to star in his next loser-gets-fucked wrestling film, Rosebud Rassling. The audition might get released in its own right eventually, if it turned out good enough. God knows the talent was getting paid enough just in case.

Stim eyeballed the glistening pecs of both his players. He never ceased to be amazed by how many straight men would go gay for pay.  Both these muscle-bound studs purported to be straight, yet here they were, ready to be fucked if they lost the fight. Was it ego or denial? It didn’t matter. Either way, he’d like to use both of them, personally and professionally. But sadly, only one could go on to feature in his film.

“Remember,” Stim instructed loudly, “you’re here to entice. I want to see flexing, dirty talk, and lots of sensuality. If you get pinned, I want to see you squirm before you break free. I want to see bodies taunting each other with raw flesh and masculinity. I want to hear your grunts and feel your hard on. I want to salivate as you force yourself onto each other.  And when it’s over and done with, I want more cum exploding in my face than a 3D Imax feature!”

The boys smirked at that and begun circling each other in the ring. Brock’s sculptured physique looked lean and strong in his skimpy Speedos. His package was already visible in anticipation of dominating his opponent.  But whereas Brock was like an imposing monument, Drake’s rock solid build was like an impenetrable boulder.  He rolled his shoulders and stared down his pretty-boy competitor, confident in his own prowess to master the skinny runt before him.

Drake extended his hands, and Brock clasp them without hesitation. A power vice would prove who was strongest, settling the first point immediately.  They stepped into each other until their chests slammed together and with a grunt their biceps bulged.

Their eyes locked in a challenge of their own as they strained to force the other one back. Through gritted teeth, Drake managed a smile and suddenly planted a quick kiss on Brock’s lips.  Brock yanked back instinctively and Drake forced their arms down, twisting Brock’s behind his back and locking him into a bear hug.

Drake roared with triumph and lifted Brock off the ground.  Brock cried out and locked his legs around Drake’s waist, easing the pressure building in his shoulders.  He squeezed hard, muscular thighs crushing Drake’s ribs just as Drake crushed him. Drake gasped loudly and released Brock, but as Brock fell backwards, he maintained the leg lock, pulling Drake down on top of him.

They hit the ground and Brock twisted at the waist, sliding Drake off him but keeping the firm leg grip.  He grabbed Drake’s furthest wrist and pinned it above his bald head. Brock laid a few quick jabs in Drake’s stomach, causing the stud to cry out.

“Mmm…nice,” Brock said, attempting a bit of lame dialogue as he ran his palm roughly over Drake’s exposed torso.  He bent over and playfully bit Drake’s nipple, enjoying the yelp it elicited.

Drake reached between them with his free hand and grabbed Brock by the throat, squeezing hard.  Brock gagged, pulling against Drake’s grip.  He loosened the leg lock and as Drake tried sliding out from between his thighs, he twisted himself up, straddling Drake’s waist.

Still unable to break free from the choke, Brock punched Drake’s stomach, them clasped a hand over Drake’s nose and mouth, cutting of his opponents oxygen supply too. Drake reacted by squeezing tighter against Brock’s throat and reaching up to grab Brock’s hair. He clasp the short dark strands firmly and pulled Brock off him.

The duo separated, rising to their feet.

“Next time we’re down, your arse is mine!” Drake growled.  They lunged at each other like two bears on heat and Brock caught Drake’s arm, twisting it hard.  Drake yelled and fell to a knee, the arm lock sending a blinding pain shooting through him.

“You were saying?” Brock grinned, twisting the arm harder.  Drake slapped against his own shoulder trying to ease the shooting pain to no avail.  To add insult to injury, Brock stepped over Drake’s shoulder so the arm was placed between Brock’s legs now.

“Kiss my arse,” Brock teased, thrusting his butt against Drake’s cheek. “Kiss it and I’ll let you free.”

“Fuck you!” Drake gasped and reached through Brock’s legs to grab his balls.  Brock screamed in shock, releasing the arm bar and clutching at the fingers around his groin.  Drake rose to his feet and lifted Brock off the ground, slamming him to the mat.  He lifted his stunned opponent off the flor and dropped him again, this time face up over a knee.

Brock whimpered as Drake bounced his lower back over the knee, holding Brock in place with one arm on his throat and the other on his cock.  He released Brock’s hardening dick from the Speedos and began massaging it in long, rhythmic strokes.

Brock panted, his arms flailing above his head, surprised at how fast he’d gone hard. Drake’s firm smooth grip left him open mouthed, wide eyed and helpless.

Not forgetting his goal though, Drake added a few extra painful bounces of his knee before letting Brock drop face down on the mat. He yanked Brock’s Speedo’s off and slapped the smooth butt cheeks, leaving a tantalising red hand mark. He lay down between Brock’s legs and buried his face in Brock’s arse cheeks, nuzzling it with some satisfying murmurs.

Brock moaned and raised his arse to accept the thrill, overcome by the tantalising jolts that echoed through him each time Drake’s tongue inserted itself in him.  If Drake had kept going, Brock would be lost, but the giant finally stopped and sat back.  Brock rolled over, weak from the experience and Drake dropped on his chest, pinning Brock’s arms with his knees.  He forced Brock’s head into his crotch, ordering “Take it!” as he suffocated the fallen muscleman.  Brock mumbled in a pathetic protest as his lips wrapped around Drake’s covered cock.

Drake released his member from the Speedos, letting it spring into the air in all its thick, throbbing glory.  He directed Brock’s mouth to it and as Brock resisted, Drake tightened his grip on Brock’s hair.  He flexed a bicep and hooted: “Who’s the man?!”

“I am!” Brock gasped, spitting Drake’s cock from his mouth.  He kicked up a knee, hitting Drake square in the back.  The move barely budged the powerful beast, but it was enough for Brock to gain leverage, powering his massive arms upwards enough to break one free.  He fisted Drake in the gut before powering his other hand free by toppling Drake off him.

Spitting precum from his mouth, Brock leapt to his feet in sync with Drake, vowing: “You pay for that!”  He charged forward, ramming Drake back into the corner of the ring.  Drake grunted as he hit the padded corner pole only to be greeted by a barrage of blows to his gut from Brock’s knees.

Brock twisted Drake’s arms through the ropes, entangling them so Drake was tied in place.  He landed a few more knees in Drake’s stomach before battering him with fast, short jabs.  Drake’s knees buckled and Brock lifted him from the waist, pulling Drake’s Speedo’s off. They were both naked now, but only one of them was free.

As Drake struggled to his feet, Brock covered Drake’s nose and mouth with the palm of his hand again and forced Drake to arch back over the pole.  Drake thrashed about struggling, but Brock added to the insult by clawing his pecs and stomach before grabbing Drake by the balls.  Drake’s eyes widened and as Brock let him breathe again, he began to squeeze tighter down below.

Drake roared and kicked out, sending Brock reeling backward from a lucky blow.  The winning muscleman shook his head clear as Drake struggled with the ropes, breaking one arm free. He reached over to free his other arm but Brock was suddenly on top of him again.

Pushing him into the ropes, Brock attacked Drake from behind. He bent Drake over the boundary and once again entangled Drake’s free arm into the ropes.

Brock pressed his dancing cock into Drake’s solid buttocks now and began thrusting himself against the welcoming hole. Drake gasped, trying to get upright, but Brock pressed down firmly on his upper back, holding him bent over the top rope.

With both his hands tied, Drake was helpless to do anything.  He heard Brock spit and suddenly a moist finger was lubricating his hole.  He wailed in protest, clenching his butt cheeks but Brock had no trouble inserting his finger inside.  Drake froze and gasped as sensation began to take over.  Soon the finger would be replaced by Brock’s long, stiff dick. Drake was heavier, stronger and far more determined. He couldn’t believe he had lost the match.

“And stop!” Stim yelled. “That was beautiful. Very well fought, but honeys, we can’t see what you’re doing from over here.  You have to work with the cameras!  Stay right where you are.  Jase, move camera one for a close up.  Deirdre – be a love and get the boy a condom.  Use it until you’re ready to cum and then rip it off so we can see you explode on his back! Got it?”

“Sure,” Brock said and he slapped Drake’s arse. He noticed the fallen dude was too embarrassed to look up, and that single sign of defeat made Brock eager to plough him harder than he’d planned.

Challenge 010: Brock vs Drake

XXXtreme Studios is looking for their next porn star. It's down to two men. Only one can have the power needed to succeed.

Who will win between Brock and Drake? Use the comments to place your bet before the fight is published!

POLL RESULT: How raunchy?

This poll asked what your favourite wrestling hold is.

Participants had the option of voting for just one option.

21 people responded.

5% A touch of eroticism
5% The kinkier, the better
5% Wild sex
3% As explicit as possible
1% Kickstart my imagination
1% Less is more
1% Tame sex

Round 009: Daddy's Delight - Rick vs Mani

“Good boy!”

Rick clasped his hands behind his head and smiled. His cock danced in his underpants and Mani’s thick soft lips kissed his stomach and began creeping up his body. What a beautiful find this shirtless Adonis was, and all for his taking.

Mani’s warm breath fell across a nipple and the youth crouched there gentle caressing the pink teats with his tongue.  He hovered there for a few moments until Rick suddenly grabbed him by the hair and pulled up him upright.

“Argh!” Mani yelped, reaching up to claw at Rick’s grip.

“Did I tell you to stop there?” Rick snapped.

“Argh!  That hurts!” Mani cried, trying to pry Rick’s fingers from his hair.  Rick yanked a little harder. “No!” Mani yelped, answering the question. “No! No! Argh!”

Rick pushed his new young lover back against the breakfast bench, maintaining a firm hold on his lustrous black hair.

“Then I’ll repeat myself again since you’re new at this.  You do as you’re told.  Nothing more; nothing less.  Understand?”

“Yes,” Mani winced.

Rick released his hair. This close, he could almost smell the sex appeal oozing out of Mani.  He slid an arm up Mani’s torso and pinched his nipple.

“Ouch!” Mani yelped and slapped Rick’s hand away, just as expected. The best about these new boys was that they gave Rick an excuse to punish them.  He shoved Mani back hard against the bench then swung an arm across Mani’s chest, knocking him down onto the breakfast bar.  He quickly hooked an arm behind Mani’s knees and lifted the youth’s feet over the benchtop too. He leaped on top, straddling Mani within a matter of seconds.

Mani lay on the bench top looking up at him surprised.

“You haven’t learned yet, have you?!” Rick snapped.

“That hurt!” Mani whinged.

“Put your hands on your head,” Rick ordered, trying not to show just how much he lusted after the body beneath him.

Mani hesitantly obeyed and Rick playfully slapped Mani’s cheeks before jabbing him softly in the gut. Mani withstood the face slapping but reacted fast to the gut punching, knocking Rick’s hands away and bucking at the waste.  Rick lost his balance on the narrow bench and toppled off.

Rick hit the ground with a grunt, the wind knocked out of him as Mani jumped on top of him and used his legs to pin Rick’s arms to his side.

“How do you like it?” Mani yelled as he slapped Rick’s face repeatedly with both hands, slightly harder than he’d received himself.

Rick’s face stung with the sharp slaps and he wriggled underneath the buff Latino. When Mani stopped the onslaught, Rick felt a rush of relief. Mani looked down on him. He wasn’t smiling.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Mani said. “If being your boy means you get off inflicting pain, then forget it.”

“Oh, you’ll be my boy,” Rick snarled.  “And when you learn to behave, I won’t have to punish you.”

He kicked up with both knees and Mani fell forward. Rick hooked his arms under Mani’s thighs, his strong biceps lifting Mani up and over.  Mani’s stomach landed in Rick’s face and he quickly grabbed the you around the waist and flipped him over.
As fast as he moved, Rick still wasn’t prepared for Mani’s strong legs to wrap around his waist, squeezing tight and pushing Rick’s face into Mani’s sweet smelling abs.  His cry of surprise was muffled by the rippling muscles as Manni reached down and grabbed Rick’s wrists, pulling them up above his head.

Rick wriggled against the hold again, the pressure on his lower back keeping his face pressed hard against Mani’s stomach. The kid was amazing and would be worth every moment of conquest. He decided to give Mani a taste of success and began kissing his stomach with wide, wet kisses.  He felt Mani’s dick begin to press through his jeans to stab at Rick’s chest.

Rick smiled to himself, as Mani pulled tighter at his arms. Rick’s fingers could caress Mani’s cheeks now and he stole a look upwards to see Mani’s eyes flicking in all directions as though racing in thought.

Rick forced himself to his knees, fighting back the pain of Mani’s leg lock. He thrust himself forward and came crashing back down on Mani, chest on chest as Mani’s legs slid down to his buttons.  Mani grunted as Rick reversed the hold with a flick of his wrists, pinning Mani’s hands to the ground. He ground his furry chet over Mani’s body and growled in satisfaction.

“You wanna know what happens now?” Rick threatened. He sat up with unexpected force, pulling Mani into a sitting position. As Mani’s legs dropped from around him, he yanked Mani’s arms to one side at the same time as he raised a knee.

Releasing his hold, Rick let Mani flop face down over his knee. He pressed down on the back of Mani’s neck, holding him in place and began slapping Mani’s arse.

Mani shrieked, egging Rick on to spank him harder.  After several slaps, Rick soothed Mani’s arse with a gentle rub, then reached around to unbutton the lad’s jeans and pull them down.  The smooth arse that bared itself to Rick was as olive as the rest of Mani’s skin.  A soft moan of delight escaped Rick’s throat. He gentle massaged Mani’s arse cheeks before whacking them with his palm again.  The red hand prints that formed on those cheeks made Rick want to bed down and kiss it. He refrained, and instead taunted Mani with more slaps before pressing his middle finger tauntingly against Mani’s butthole.

Mani gasped and froze, his struggles replaced by every muscle tensing in his body. He wasn’t ready, so Rick tickled the crevice before sliding his palm up Mani’s back.

“There are two things you need to know,” Rick said.  “One – you are mine now, and if you fight it, there will be consequences.”

Mani nodded. Rick could feel him trembling now and almost felt sorry for him.

“Two,” Rick continued, “Everything I do will be because you want it. I read you like a book, but if I’m ever wrong, you will tell me.”

“I will,” Mani gasped.

Rick pushed him off his knee and knelt over the lad as he rolled onto his back.

“Just remember,” Rick warned, “fear is not an excuse.”

Mani nodded. The look in his eyes told Rick that he was ready to be submissive again.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered.

Mani remained on the ground as he removed his jeans.  Rick knelt over him, savouring the vision, but when the jeans were off, he locked eyes with his lover, instructing without words to go further. Mani removed his jocks. The dancing penis was thick and long and rigid, and Rick’s eyes widened at the sight of it. He wanted to take it in his mouth and arse simultaneously but his own pleasure would have to wait.  Today was about Mani and making him comfortable enough to go further. The alpha male brawl established control. Now he had to learn obedience.

“Now take off mine,” Rick instructed.

Mani slowly reached up and slid Rick’s Calvin Kleins down to his knees. Rick took hold of his own erect cock and stroked it a few times with a moan. Mani knew what to do, and slid closer to take the shaft in his mouth.  Rick grabbed Mani by the hair and guided him in and out, while his other hand reached behind his head to flex his bicep and affirm his dominance should Mani look up. 

They were back where they started, with the youth learning to do what he was told.  This time however, he was sure Mani would acquiesce. After all, he was a good boy, and more importantly, a Daddy’s boy.

Challenge 009: Rick vs Mani

Daddy's new toy boy is yet to learn how to behave...

Who will win between Rick and Mani? Use the comments to place your bet before the fight is published!

Round 008: Office Politics - Nick vs Marcus

 

It took a lot to get him riled but Marcus was shaking with fury and barely holding back tears of anger. He watched as Miller disappeared around the corner for the last time. For the past few years they’d sat side by side in the open planned office, fast become more than just colleagues. Miller had become a good friend too, but now that’s all he was.

Marcus dropped into his seat and sat there rocking back and forth, trying to calm down. Over the partition, he could hear Nick laughing softly at some joke told by the person at the other end of the phone. No doubt one of the executive wives he’d been flirting with as he weaselled his way up the corporate ladder.  Miller was just the last victim in a line of good workers and great guys to be given the flick thanks to Nick’s never ending whispers in the bosses’ ears.

Marcus loosened his tie and struggled out of his suit jacket, throwing it onto his desk. He couldn’t leave yet. He couldn’t bear running into Miller in the parking lot.  That would be too hard.  He’d wait another ten minutes to be sure Miller had gone.

Nick laughed again and whispered “See you tonight then,” before hanging up the phone.  Marcus could picture the brown-noser sitting back in his chair and smugly running his fingers through his perfectly highlighted hair.  Marcus felt like he was going to explode.

“Fuck it!” he snapped to no one in particular. He punched the divider that separated his desk from Nick’s and stormed around to the other side.  “You really just don’t give a shit, do you?!” he barked.

“Hey, easy big boy,” Nick grinned. “What’s on your mind?” As if he didn’t know!

Marcus clenched his fists and he saw Nick’s eye’s drop momentarily to them.

“You mean Miller?” Nick asked. “Yeah, that was sad. But like the boss said, we gotta cut costs. He was the weakest link.”

“Bullshit!” Marcus snapped. “You know who the weakest link is? You are! If you stuck your nose any further up anyone’s arse, you could save on the solarium!”

Nick laughed and stood up. “Looks like you’ve made up your mind about me.  It’s not worth wasting my breath. No matter what I say, you’re not going to believe me.” 

Marcus glared his response, so Nick continued.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you angry. You know what we call you when you’re not around? Mighty Mouse – because you’re the most timid thing here.  I’m impressed. You’re kinda scary when you get worked up. I like it.” But his grin told Marcus he was being toyed with.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

“You wanna take it outside?” Nick asked.  “Or wait… I’ve got a better idea.  Follow me.”  He brushed pasted Marcus, deliberately bumping shoulders, and didn’t look back.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Marcus roared, causing the last of the office stragglers to look up startled.  Marcus stormed after Nick, catching up with him in the elevator, which Nick was patiently holding open for him.

“You want a piece of me?  I’ll give it to you, but first I wanna show you something,” Nick smiled.  “There’s just one rule I have – keep off the face.  We’ve both gotta work tomorrow, so no bruising the face. Anywhere else can be hidden under clothing.  Personally though, I find fisticuffs a bit school yardish.  I prefer a good scrap the old fashioned way. You know – man on man. Pin him down and make him your bitch?!” 

Nick laughed. His calmness, especially against the backdrop of piped muzak seemed surreal and in complete contrast to Marcus’ fury.

Nick produced a key and turned it in the elevator control panel. The elevator stopped half way between the top two floors and the doors opened to reveal a new level. 

“Come on,” Nick grinned and strode away before Marcus could make any comment. 

Half way down the corridor, Nick opened a door and waited for Marcus to catch up. He motioned Marcus inside and then followed, sealing the door behind them.

The room’s floor was padded, as were the walls on all four sides.  The fluoro lighting was stark, and four security cameras peaked out from the corners of the roof, covering every inch of the room.

“What is this?” Marcus asked.  He turned around just as Nick grabbed him and slammed him back into the wall, pinning him with an arm across the throat.

“This,” he said, “is my arena. I was starting to think you would never man up. But now that you have, you can show me what you’re made of.”

“What…?!” Marcus’ mind raced as he tried comprehending this odd turn of events.  An arena? At work?

Nick released his hold and tore open Marcus’ shirt. He reached in and locked a steal hold on Marcus around his armpits, just above the pecs.  Marcus cried out.

“The fight has begun, Mickey Mouse. You wanted a piece of me? Now’s your chance.” Nick stepped back and pulled Marcus from the wall, throwing him across the room.

As Marcus stumbled to his knees and turned to look back over his shoulder, Nick was casually removing his tie without a care in the world.  Marcus roared and charged at Nick, ramming a shoulder into Nick’s gut.  They crashed into the wall and Nick slammed his forearm down on Marcus’ back.  Marcus dropped to his knees and Nick locked his head between his legs.

Marcus let out a muffled cry while Nick returned to removing his tie and shirt as though nothing had happened. At length, he opened his legs to let Marcus out and pushed him over backwards.  Marcus looked up and his eyes widened at the site of Nick’s smooth, chiselled body.

“You know,” Nick said, removing his shoes and tossing them into a corner. “Better men than you have tried to bring me down. Remember Angelo? The Italian Stallion that half the chicks wet their panties over? Turns out he was more like a Shetland Pony.  And when I took him down and stripped him bare…well, let’s just say that he definitely took steroids.”  He clucked with mock disapproval and stepped towards Marcus, who tried to scuttle away like a crab.

Nick grabbed Marcus by the hair and lifted him to his feet.

“Your turn,” he smiled.

He took Marcus’ arm and spun him around, but Marcus suddenly reversed the hold and sent Nick slamming back into the wall.  Marcus charged but Nick caught his hands locking them in a power vice.  Marcus slammed his chest into Nick’s and forced the bastard’s hands back against the wall crucifying him against the cushioning.

“Nice move,” Nick grinned. “But now you’re just turning me on.”  He thrust his chest harder against Marcus’ and his arms exploded with muscle as he began forcing his arms forward.  Marcus strained to keep Nick pinned but his strength was unmatchable.

As Marcus began arching back, his knees buckling, Nick changed grip, twisting Marcus over and landing him face up across his knee.  Marcus cried out as his lower back felt the pain of the back breaker.

“If you’re naughty enough,” Nick teased, “I might even roll you over and slap your arse a few times. Would you like that, eh?!”

He removed Marcus’ tie and thew it over his own shoulder before tearing open the remainder of Marcus’ chest.  The light layer of hair that coated Marcus’ defined torso thrust upwards into Nick’s taunting fingers.

Nick bounced his knee a few times causing Marcus to gag in agony. It felt as though his back would snap and the pain was too great for him to move.  Nick loosened his belt, removing it and tossing it aside.

Next his pants were loosened before Nick finally rolled Marcus off his knee. Marcus groaned, thankful for the respite but Nick grabbed at him immediately, removing his shirt, shoes and pants.

Marcus kicked out and tried scrambling away. He was down to underwear and socks now and feeling very exposed.  He ripped off his socks so he wouldn’t slip and staggered to his feet, using the wall for support.

Nick came at him and he raised his hands for protection. Nick walloped him in the gut instead.  Marcus doubled over and Nick slipped in behind him, hooking Marcus’ right arm behind his neck then dropping them both backwards onto the floor.  Nick’s legs hooked under Marcus’, forcing them apart.  An arm cut across Marcus’ throat, forcing his head back, and leaving him guillotined across Nick’s body.

Once again, Marcus couldn’t move.  Nick threw a few light punches into Marcus’ gut in quick succession, then slapped at Marcus’ exposed pecs before clawing them mercilessly.  Marcus cried out but any attempted to pull free just applied more pressure across his throat.

“I can’t even begin to tell you all the things I could do to you from here,” Nick whispered in his ear, flicking a finger at Marcus’ dick.  Marcus jumped at the unexpected touch and Nick laughed. “You know, if it wasn’t for the cameras I’d be taking this a whole lot further right now.”

Marcus turned his head in surprise and their eyes locked, only inches apart.

“Oh yeah,” Nick smiled.  “Didn’t I tell you?  You’re being recorded. This is your audition. You’re part of the club now.”

“What club?” Marcus wheezed as Nick’s palm began sliding over his chest. “What are you talking about?”

“You think the Company is called ‘Spartan’ by chance?!  There’s a whole underground scene going on, and with your pretty boy features and the way you suffer so nicely, you’re gonna be a huge hit with the punters!”

“I don’t want…”

“Nah!”  Nick snapped, cut him off by pressing down on his throat. “You brought the fight to me, remember.  There’s no turning back now.”  He released Marcus and pushed him away, rising to his knees and allowing Marcus to do the same. “You wanna know why all your friends are getting sacked? Notice that it was only the guys being given the boot? It’s because they took the challenge, then wimped out. The Company doesn’t like quitters.”

“That’s a lie!” Marcus spat and swung a punch.  Nick caught it mid air and slid in close, wrapping his other arm around Marcus’ waist. The sweat on Marcus’ skin lubricated their touch and their chests slid against each other seductively.

“When this is over,” Nick said, starring Marcus in the eye and lowering his tone to an almost romantic swoon, “you’re going to have a choice.  You either join us and have a job for life, or you say ‘no’ and get shown the door.”

He bowled Marcus over and came down on top of him, pinning him to the floor. “You’ll be paid for your silence, of course, but you’ll never work here or with anyone we deal with ever again.”

Marcus strained up, but Nick’s strength was too great, leaving his arms pinned by his head.

“Let me give you some time to think it over,” Nick said and slid Marcus’ hands high above his head. He locked them in place with one hand, and whipped the tie off his shoulder, proceeding to bind Marcus' wrists despite his struggles.  Nick then held Marcus' arms down with one hand and used his free hand to cover Marcus’ mouth and nose.

Marcus’ eyes widened as his oxygen supply was suddenly cut off.  He twisted and stained desperately, but Nick lay on top of him riding the thrashing like a rodeo champion.  Marcus’ lungs burnt hotter and hotter and the face above him began to blur and dissolve.

Every sensation was heightened and in the final moments before Marcus lost consciousness he felt Nick’s warm breath on his cheek like a summer’s breeze and the grating of Nick’s chiselled torso against his like an erotic massage.  But the last thing he felt was his own dancing cock and he knew when he woke, he’d have a job for life.

Story outline and characters were suggested by MC. Send your ideas to grapple at myway dot com

Challenge 008: Nick vs Marcus

A workplace dispute uncovers a hidden agenda...  

Who will win between Nick and Marcus? Use the comments to place your bet before the fight is published!

 

Thanks to MC for the challenger pics and story request. This is our first fight by request!  If you'd like to pitch a fantasy fight, email grapple at myway dot com

Round 007: Frat Fight - Orlando vs AJ

“Whoar!” AJ flexed and the guys let loose their approval.

“Gunman!” one of them hollered, raising his beer filled plastic cup in salute of AJ’s biceps.

Another roared with drunken approval by throwing his head side to side and splashing his beer over his chest.

“Animal!” came another voice, and the frat house erupted into howls of animals. Those few who were still clothed ripped off their shirts to join their brothers.

Only one guy stayed silent. At the back of the room, Orlando shook his head and smirked.  He’d never get why AJ was so popular.  Sure, he worked out, but his guns weren’t the biggest in the room, and his short stature made him more like a Chihuahua than an lion… unlike himself. Standing 6’2”, Orlando towered over AJ by at least eight inches and his own biceps bulged even when he wasn’t flexing.

Kissing the cross around his neck, Orlando removed the jewellery and poored his beer down his chest for lubrication. Discarding the cup, he rubbed the amber liquid into his chest and slipped around behind the dozen or so guys enjoying AJ’s show.  They were in the mood for some entertainment and what better way then to take on the House favourite?

AJ was sculling a beer as Orlando moved up the side of the crowded.  By the time Orlando had joined the few guys at the back of the room, AJ was flexing again, daring anyone to force him to drop his pose by punching him in the gut.

The guys laughed and hooted but none came forth, knowing what the punishment for failure would be.  Orlando, on the other hand, wasn’t afraid of a bit of hazing, if that was the cost.  He was in the mood for a rumble and in an even bigger mood to move up the chain. It might have been the beer talking, but he hadn’t downed as many as the others, so he quickly dismissed the idea of drunken bravado.

“Come on!” AJ dared, flexing again in invitation for someone to punch his stomach.

Orlando stepped in from behind and as the crowd reacted, he hooked AJ into a full nelson and lifted him from the ground before the dude even knew there was someone coming at him from behind.

“Yeah!” Orlando bellowed as AJ yelled with surprise, his taunt body stretched and dangling from his aggressor’s arms.

“Who’s your daddy now, eh?!” Orlando teased and tightened the stretch.  “Anyone want to punch him now?!”

The frat boys cheered, loving this unexpected turn of events, and those behind the action scooted to the front, both for a better view and to clear the space for the fight to come.

"Now we're talking!" AJ smirked through his pained expression. He swung his legs backwards, hooking them around Orlando’s butt.  His face strained against the agonising stretch that was made worse from his own move, but as Orlando applied a touch more pressure, AJ’s abs of steel tightened and, using his legs like a ball-joint, he leaned forward in the most agonising vertical sit-up of his life.

Orlando was bent forward as AJ’s feet landed on the floor and the pint sized jobber twisted out of the full nelson, immediately grabbing Orlando in a reverse headlock.

“Ha!” AJ laughed. “Jack fells the beanstalk!” And with that, he dropped to his knees, bringing Orlando face down into a crouch.

AJ wasted no time, springing onto Orlando’s back, the headlock sliding into a choke.  AJ’s legs wrapped around Orlando’s waist and he yanked back, pulling Orlando onto the floor over the top of him.

When you’re horizontal, height doesn’t matter.  AJ knew this, and Orlando was finding out as he was pulled into a half nelson, leaving only one arm free to pull against AJ’s choke hold.  He was surprised at how strong AJ’s grip was on him, but Orlando’s muscles were bigger and with a tremendous heave, he began powering AJ’s arm away from his neck.

AJ tried holding on tight but it was a losing contest. He relaxed his grip and let Orlando yank his arm away, with unexpected ease.  AJ twisted his wrist free of Orlando’s grip and brought the side of his fist down into Orlando’s stomach.

As Orlando doubled over with a grunt, AJ rolled the giant over, pulling him into a camel clutch.  Orlando’s cries were muffled by AJ’s fingers clasped firmly under his jaw pulling him back into a painful arch.

The waft of beer mingled with the sweat pouring down Orlando’s chest.  His shoulders ached, pulled back over AJ’s knees and trapping him in the insidious hold.  He couldn’t fathom what had happened. This wasn’t supposed to be.

With tiny twitches, Orlando struggled to break free, refusing to give in to the fear and pain.  He jerked his right shoulder again and felt it slip a bit, lubricated by their moist skin.  He twitched again, and his arm slid off AJ’s knee.

AJ topped forward with the sudden loss of counterweight, and Orlando rolled over, throwing the pint sized warrior off him.  He sprung to crouch and leapt on top of AJ, hauling a leg up and folding him in half.  AJ twisted before Orlando could secure the grip, flipping over into a press up, while his free leg hooked over the back of Orlando’s neck.

Orlando hit the carpet face down, and AJ, now sitting on his shoulders, reached back to punch the small of Orlando’s back.

Orlando cried out and tried to rise up, only to clear the space around his face for AJ to complete a head scissor.  The couple toppled backwards and AJ grabbed Orlando’s flailing arms, pulling them high above his head.  Orlando bucked, but the leg scissors were choking him and his arms were stretched up tight enough to wreak havoc in his shoulders.

Once again trapped. Orlando bent at the knees and tried arching up to no avail.

“Too easy!” AJ laughed at his conquest.  He released Orlando’s wrists, only to hook his arms over Orlando’s shoulders. The leg lock came loose and AJ manoeuvred them both into a sitting position. His legs wrapped around Orlando’s waist and he pulled Orlando’s arms back far enough to be able to hook one arm through both, holding the challenger in position.

With his free arm, AJ reached around to playfully punch Orlando’s stomach. The spasms broke one of Orlando’s arms free and he quickly swung it up and behind, grabbing AJ in a headlock.  He squeezed hard, forcing AJ to yelp and release the leglock.  Orlando’s other arm broke free and he forced AJ’s face to the ground.

AJ’s legs caught under Orlando’s and the bite sized battler hooked his feet around the inside of Orlando’s thighs, stretching out their legs and stopping Orlando from rolling completely on top of him.

AJ pressed backward and reached an arm blindly across Orlando’s shoulders until he felt a bulging bicep. He pulled at it until he could slide his hand further down the arm, finally gripping Orlando’s wrist.  He pulled hard, and Orlando rocked backwards, suddenly guillotined over AJ’s body.

AJ spread Orlando’s legs and strained his neck to look down upon the exposed chest of his foe.

“He’s all your’s!” AJ yelled.  “If you won’t take me on, then here’s your chance to have some fun. Let him have it!”

The onlookers whooped with approval and crowded around the sweat soaked duo.

“You should’ve known better bro,” one of them admonished and poured his beer onto Orlando’s groin. “You’re fucked now!”  He stepped away laughing and the next one came forward.

“Oh, bro. You’re done, man! Done!”  He laughed, and pummelled Orlando’s exposed gut with rapid-fire blows before staggering away to join his laughing comrade.

A third guy stepped in and put is bare foot on Orlando’s stomach.  “Thought you could ride high?” he grinned, then stepped up fully onto Orlando’s torso.  He whooped and swayed, riding the muscled body like a surfboard, enjoying the humiliation until he was pushed off by the impatient crowd.

Orlando strained, but AJ was keeping a tight hold on him and one by one, his frat brothers continued to step up to humiliate and punish him. From more gut punching to nipple tweaks, face slaps and verbal taunts, Orlando took it all because he had no choice.  He knew now why AJ was The Man. When this nightmare was over, it would be a lesson he wouldn’t forget.

Challenge 007: Orlando vs AJ

Boys will be boys. A frat house rumble turns from a bit of fun to a question of pride...

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Round 006b: Big Brother - Justin vs Scott & Michael - Part 2

I knew I couldn’t do nothing until I could breathe properly again, but it really fucking hurt to be pinned down by a dweeb like Scott and not be able to fight back.

Scott was lying on top of me, his underweight fuckin’ body rubbing against my tight, muscled bod and his matchstick fuckin’ arms holding me there like I was nothing. The more I struggled, the hotter Scott fuckin’ got, like he was desperate to fuckin’ own me. He’d already given me a love bite and no one fuckin’ marks me!

My face was all screwed up, trying to keep the fag’s mouth away from mine but he was being tough, making the most of having me in his fuckin’ power. My throat and neck were fuckin’ killing me, throbbing like our cocks after his brother Michael had slammed my neck down into his knee, winding me.

Scott was muttering my name softly, like “Oh, Justin! Justin!” and shit like that, breathing his fucking faggot breath over me between kisses.

I knew I had to do something to get free and teach these faggots a lesson, but my mind was racing and the room was still all blurry and spinning. I forced myself to concentrate so I could think clear and work out what to do. And then I got smart.

I stopped struggling and just lay there, letting Scott do his thing. The less I struggled, the quicker I could get my own back. So I lay there pretending like I’d given in or something and let the room start getting back into focus.

I’m pretty tough usually and it didn’t take long before I was starting to breathe properly again. I could see better too and most of the stuff I saw was red from my blood boiling.

Scott was working his way down my body, kissing my stomach like he was in love with it. He had let go of my hands now, ‘cause he didn’t think I was gonna do anything and when I looked over my head, I could see his brother Michael sitting on the other side of the room, watching like a fuckin’ pervert.'I waited a bit longer, till Scott was putting his mouth near my cock, and then I jumped into action. I swung my legs around him and flipped him over, laying a fist into his face so hard that he would’ve been seeing stars real quick.

I saw Michael jump off his chair and rush over, so I grabbed the lamp near the bed and swung it at him, hitting him across the head. He staggered back across the room, bringing his arms up to protect his face, so I jumped off the bed and charged at him, slamming him back against the wall.

I laid into his gut, slugging him hard with my left and right fists. Bam! Bam! Bam! Five times I clobbered the fucker’s gut and he doubled right over, dropping faster than a prostitute’s underpants. I brought my knee up into his face sending him smashing back into the wall again.

I didn’t see Scott get up off the bed, but when he saw the bashing I was giving his brother, he jumped onto my back, trying to pull me off. I turned around and rammed him into the wall too, making him let me go, then spun around and put a fist into his gut too. He went down in one punch, fuckin’ pussy.

They were both on their knees now, where they should be, but Michael was starting to get up, so I grabbed his hair in one hand and Scott’s hair in the other and bashed their heads together, making them sprawl out on the floor near my feet. I kicked them both a couple of times, then went over to the telephone and ripped it out of the wall.

I went back to them and kicked Scott real hard again, then plonked myself down on top of Michael, and tied his hand up behind his back with the ‘phone cord. Fuckin’ sucker!

Then I turned around to Scott and pulled him up to his feet, holding him around the throat against the wall.

“You have fun tonight, cunt?” I asked, real nasty.

He started bawling, shit scared about what I was gonna do.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“I’m sorry.” I copied him, screwing up my face like he was. “Well ‘sorry’ ain’t good enough.” And I punched him in the gut again.

I waited for his eyes to focus after some of the pain went away, then smiled real friendly at him.

“The question is, what am I gonna do with you and your big bro, huh?”

“Don’t hurt us,” he cried and this time I laughed.

“You hear that?” I asked Michael, looking down at him, but he was ignoring me ‘cause of all the pain I’d given him.

“Answer me when I talk to you, you fuck!” And I kicked Michael in the chest. He cried out and man, did that sound good! And it felt good too, seeing him lying there curled up in a ball, trying to protect his chest where I fuckin’ booted him. Fuckin’ power man! What a rush!

“You’re not laughing now, are you faggot?“ I said. He shook his head for an answer so I wouldn’t kick him again and I let him get away with not talking ‘cause I knew that he couldn’t right now.

I shoved Scott away, making him trip over Michael when he staggered away, then dropped to my knees, pushing one of them into Michael’s throat.

“What’s that?” I asked him, pretending like he had said something to me. “A crushed windpipe? Is that what it feels like? How ‘bout that!” My voice was still a bit rough from the damage he’d done to me so I dug my knee in harder and watched his face go all red and blotchy.

“Please don’t kill him!” Scott was really crying hard now and was cowering in the corner with his knees pushed up against his chest. What a fuckin’ pussy!

"You think I’m a fuckin’ killer, do you?” I said, getting up and stomping over to him. “Is that what you think of me? A fuckin’ murderer? Like your fucking’ brother there trying to break my fuckin’ neck before?” My voice was getting louder, I was so pissed off with them, so I took a deep breath and calmed down.

“Get up, you fuckin’ faggot!”

Scott go to his feet, real slow, pressing back against the wall like he was hoping it would swallow him.

“You owe me big time. Real big time, fuckin’ settin’ me up like that. And you know what? I always like my debts paid, with real high interest rates, know what I mean?”

Scott nodded, still trying to hide in the wall. It was making me mad again, seeing him being such a fuckin’ pussy, so I grabbed him and threw him across the room. He landed on the bed, bouncing up and down on the mattress, so I walked over to him and climbed on him, sitting on his stomach.

The fuck raised his hands to shield his face, so I pushed them away really fiercely.

“Look at me!” I growled, “Fuckin’ hiding your face like you was some kind of fuckin’ spastic!”

His lips were quivering ‘cause he was pouting, trying not to cry again.

“Number 1,” I said, clenching and unclenching my fist, “Eavesdropping on my fuckin’ mates and me at school.” I back-handed him across the face.

“Number 2. Dobbing me in to your fucking pussy brother over there.” This time I punched him, making his nose bleed more. The tears were fuckin’ pouring down his face now, but he was still trying not to cry anymore.

“Number 3. Setting me up. No fucker sets me up, you cunt!” I raised my fist and he screwed up his face really tight, waiting for my fist to hit him.

I was holding my fist above his face, deciding how hard to clobber him, but then I changed my mind.

“Now that showed a lot of balls – something I didn’t think you had,” I said. “So I’m gonna let you get away with it this time, ‘cause you’ve impressed me, and that ain’t an easy thing to do.”

Scott looked up at me, so fuckin’ stunned that even the tears stopped.

“If you ever do it again though,” I said, “I’ll put you and your brother in a wheelchair for life, got it?”

He nodded real quickly and I could see the relief on his face.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, don’t thank me yet you little shit. I haven’t finished. Number 4….” His face changed to scared again and I heard him whimper.

“We’ve got a long way to go yet. Number 4. Doing what your brother told you instead of me. I’m The One around here, got that? You do as I say, not anyone else. I don’t give a shit about your brother. Got it?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” I yelled.

“Yes!” he said louder.

“Good. Remember it.” And I slammed my fist into his face, knocking the cunt out. Bastard. Fuckin’ passing out before I’d finished with him! I slapped him a few times waking him up.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ pass out on me again! You hear me, dweeb?”

His face was starting to puff out like a fuckin’ balloon and it reminded me of Michael’s chest, puffing out above me when he was sitting on me before. I turned around to see was the sucker was up to, but he was still lying there, rocking on his side.

I decided to let Scott recover a bit and work Michael over instead, so I got up and sauntered real casually to the fallen cunt and yanked him up to his feet by his hair.

“What’s the matter, tough guy?” I said, shoving my face into his. “Getting bored all by yourself?” I spun around 360 degrees, dragging him around with me by the hair and slamming him face first into the wall. He bounced off it like he was made of fucking rubber. I shoved him over to the bed and threw him down, making him land on top of Scott. His hands were still tied behind his back with the telephone cord, and his face was all covered in the blood coming out his nose.

I sat on top of him, Scott trapped under the both of us, and flopped out my dick. I was on a high now ‘cause I’d won the challenge and I now I was ready to be sucked off.

I shoved my cock in Michael’s face, making sure that my knee didn’t block Scott’s view. I wanted him to see his brother humiliated, ‘cause I knew it would teach him good and proper. I grabbed Michael by the ears and lifted up his head.
 
“You fuckin’ take my cock and you suck it hard, you faggot,” I said. “And if you try one more thing, I’ll fuckin’ gouge your eyes out, got it?” I pressed my thumbs into his eyes like a warning, then let him see again so he could take my dick.

I twisted his ears to make him open his mouth gasping, and shoved my prick into it.

“Let’s see if you’re as good as your little brother, hey?” I started thrusting hard, making him choke on it, but I didn’t let up, yanking his head up and down, and thrusting my cock in and out too so that the head job was hard and fast.

“Oh, yeah, you motherfucker,” I said, “That’s right. You take it. There’s a good faggot. Take it all.”

I heard Scott mutter something like “Let him go”, but I wasn’t sure what he said. It didn’t matter though. I let go of Michael’s ear with one hand and backhanded the dweeb, telling him to shut up.

Michael’s skin was changing from red to fuckin’ blue because his face was so swollen he couldn’t breathe through his nose and my thick cock was stuffing down his throat. I didn’t stop thought – let he cunt suffer!

When I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock out and turned around, wanking myself the last bit so that I spurted out all over Scott’s face. He was fuckin’ showered with it, man, like a fuckin’ blizzard was falling on his face! All that challenge to top them both had built up a mega fuckin’ load inside of me and now it was all sitting oozing on Scott’s face.

He went to wipe the cum off him, but I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” I yelled at him as the last drops dribbled onto his neck.

“That was good,” I said, looking down at them both. Scott was reaching up to wipe my cum out of his eyes.

“I said, don’t you fuckin’ touch it!”

I got off Michael and grabbed him by the scalp, pulling him up and over so he was face down on top of Scott.

“Lick it off him,” I said. Michael shook his head.

“You made the fuckin’ mess, now fuckin’ clean it up! Lick it!” I pounded a fist into the base of Michael’s neck and his face went down, head-butting Scott.

“Every drop!”

I moved to the side of them to watch. Scott screwed up his face as his brother started licking my spoof off. Michael's tongue was huge, like his fuckin’ brothers and it covered Scott’s face real nicely. I was in fuckin’ Heaven, man! Only a faggot would do that to his kid brother, no matter what I told him.

When he was done, I patted Michael on the head like a dog.

“Good boy,” I said. “Now both of you sit up.”

They sat up, backing to the head of the bed like naughty fuckin’ school boys caught by the headmaster and waiting to be punished.

“Here’s how it’s gonna be. You, you double-crossing little cunt,” I said, pointing at Scott, “are gonna be my fuckin’ slave from now on. You’re gonna carry my bag at school, wipe my fuckin’ arse when I tell you, and do exactly what I say, got it?” I waited for him to nod.

“Good. I want the whole school to see just how fuckin’ sorry you are for what you tried tonight. From now on, every day you’re mine. Not once in a fuckin’ while after school in the park. Every fuckin’ minute of every fuckin’ day. If I ring you at night, you’re at my fuckin’ feet in 10 minutes, got it? It took me 20 minutes to walk here, so you can make it in 10. Right?”

He nodded again and I couldn’t help smiling.

“That oughta make you happy, you fuckin’ queer. Fuckin’ fantacising over me! All you fuckin’ faggots are the same. Treat you like shit and you come back for more. Well, you’ve got your fuckin’ fantasy now, Scottie-boy, only you belong to me, not the other way around.”

I looked at Michael, starring at him hard to freak him out. I couldn’t believe he was nearly fucking 30 years old, man. Sitting there like that, all bloodied and scared, made him look as pathetic as his fuckin’ kid brother.

“Alright. Now you.” I said. “You didn’t know any better - only what your fuckwit brother told you, so I’m gonna let you off light. Can’t say I'm not fuckin' fair. From now on, you’re gonna do all the fuckin’ homework I give slave-boy here to take home for me. If I don’t pass this fuckin’ year and next, then you’re dead. You’re gonna let him come to me whenever I fuckin’ call, don’t matter what time or when, and if I ever want something else from you, you’re gonna fuckin’ give it over when I say. Got it?”

“And what makes you think I’ll do that?” he said, still trying to act tough.

“’Cause I’m the one with the bruised throat and hickie on my fuckin’ neck. I’m the one with the ripped clothes and the cum on my cock. And ‘cause everyone knows that I’m not a faggot and that I was coming here tonight. So who do you think the fuckin’ cops will believe?”

“That’s blackmail,” he said, but I could see it in their eyes that they were shit scared I was right.

“That’s right,” I said smiling. “It’s blackmail, and you’re gonna fuckin’ pay the ransom till the day you die, or spend the rest of your fuckin’ life in prison. Got it? I’m gonna go home now and make sure my old man sees the damage you’ve done, and tomorrow at school, I’m gonna tell them all that you attacked me when I came over to get Scott to help me with my homework. So if you think you can wait a few weeks and try anything, you can forget it, ‘cause I’m gonna have plenty of witnesses.”

“You’re fucking mad!” he said to me. I didn’t want to hit him again, but when he said that, he deserved it, so I punched him in the mouth, splitting his fat lip open.

“Didn’t hear you,” I said. “What did you say?”

The pussy looked away and said nothing. I smiled at them real evil-like and grabbed what was left of my tank top and headed to the door.

“I’m going out the front now,” I said, looking back at them. “You better hope the neighbours aren’t looking out there window, huh? You wouldn’t want me to get any more witnesses, now, would you?”

I walked out the door and fuckin’ grinned and laughed the whole way home despite my sore neck. It was a huge fuckin’ victory that night, and a challenge I thought I was gonna loose for a while. There’s a first time for every thing, but I never loose in the end. I always win eventually and it’s the cool fuckin’ challenges like that one that really make it worthwhile.

Total domination and total control is how I like it, and that’s exactly what I got. Like my other bitch, our cocksucking football coach, Agliadis, Michael was way older than me, but I still managed to fuckin’ take him down and make him respect me.

That’s what its all about, see? Respect. They all fuckin’ want my bod, but sometimes you gotta make them respect you too, ‘cause they forget that I’m not just a piece of fuckin’ meat or some wimpy fuckin’ school kid push over. I’m a tough fuckin’ dude with heaps of people who want to be just like me. And I’m un-fuckin’-stoppable, just how I like it.

Story taken from my series "Bio of a Bully"

POLL RESULT: Favourite hold?

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45% Nelsons Full/Half
40% Sleeper/Chokes
35% Schoolboy pin
30% Body pin
30% Leg locks/Scissors
30% Stretches (Back/Torso)
20% Surfboard
20% Bear hugs
15% Camel clutch
15% Piledriver
05% Headlocks
05% Boston crab
05% Other

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Round 006a: Big Brother - Justin vs Scott & Michael - Part 1

I told you about how I broke into that chick Chrissie’s house one night and taught her a thing or two about fucking with me. See, she really wanted me bad, but didn’t want her friends to know it, right? So she was bad mouthing me and stuff with sarcasm. I went over there and let her have what she wanted, and I told her that if I heard her bad mouthing me again, it wouldn’t be my dick in her face next time.

That was such a fuckin’ cool thing to do and I still haven’t seen the slut since. Once she got a taste of me, she was like every other fuckin’ whore. She wanted more but knew I wouldn’t give it to her, so she disappeared to another school so she wouldn’t have to put up with seeing me and knowing that I won’t put out for her again. Chicks are so fuckin’ fickle, man. And you wonder why I don’t have a fuckin’ girlfriend?

Now, if you think I’m talking about ‘home invasion’ or some shit like that when I said I broke into her bedroom, then you’re fuckin’ wrong, okay? It’s not. A ‘home invasion’ is when a bunch of punks breaks in and beat the shit out of the people that live there, then nick off with their TV and stereo and stuff. I don’t do that shit. I’m not a fuckin’ thief, alright?

What I do see, is get into their bedroom and give ‘em what they want – kinda like a modern day Santa Clause, you know? Everybody fuckin’ wants me, but I can only give it to a few, right? It isn’t always easy being this fuckin’ hot.

Anyway, so like I was saying, I climb in through their bedroom window when everyone’s asleep and let them taste me. I let them suck me off, or I shove my cock up their arse, and then I go home. Simple, easy, and we both get what we want.

I love getting a good blowjob and some of the fuckin’ faggots out there really know how to give one. I usually gotta beat it out of them first though, ‘cause they seem to like playing that fuckin’ game - fuckin’ weirdos, pretending they don’t want it when they do. I know they want it real bad. I see them watching me in the schoolyard or when I’m out walking down the street and stuff, and I can see in their eyes that they’re just thinking about my fuckin’ hot bod and my huge, throbbin’ dick, and they want me to shove it in them. Really want it, man. So I give it to them.

Chicks are all funny about that kinda stuff. Most of them act real weird when I tell them that I wanna shove my cock down their gob. They cock-tease like fuckin’ mad, and then don’t put out, most of them. So when I’m horny, I gotta use the fags. They give it good and they don’t want a fuckin’ relationship out of it, ya know?

I fuckin’ hate faggots, I really do, but sometimes ya just gotta get it off, and they’re the best cunts for it. I use them ‘cause they want to be used. Nothing wrong with that.

The pricks never thank me for it. Never. But that’s like the faggot’s way, see? They just suck cock then go home and play with themselves. They haven’t got the brains to hold a fuckin’ conversation unless it’s beggin’ for more in their fuckin’ “please don’t” kinda way. Like a fuckin’ woman, I swear! They know they want it. Why can’t they just fuckin’ say so instead of pretending like they don’t and making me have to force it in so they can feel like a fuckin’ victim? What a load of shit!

Anyway, there was the one time when I got the biggest fuckin’ bonus ever, man. It was like, totally unexpected and so fuckin’ cool in the end, though it freaked me out at first.

Y’all know that I love a good challenge. The harder the queers fight back, the harder I get, see? The game pisses me off, ‘cause I just wanna do it, ya know, but it gets me fuckin’ burning too, dominating them like that. I reckon some of them know that I get off on pushing them around, so they deliberately try to push me away so I can get even hotter before they do it to me. It’s like, they want me so fuckin’ bad that they’ll do anything to get me hornier first so I’ll come back for more, ya know?

Anyway, Scott, that twelfth grade dweeb I was telling you about last time? You know, the 18 year old that still looks like a kid? Spends all his time in the library instead of being a man. Well he’s got a brother, see. An older brother who he lives with ‘cause his folks fuckin’ keeled over or something. And Scott’s brother Michael is like, a fuckin’ fag too! He’s like about 29 or something and heaps of my friends have seen him on weekends coming out of fuckin’ queer joints and holdin’ hands with other blokes.

Now, I didn’t know then that Scott has this brother, see? When I’d paid the fag a little visit sometimes at night, the joint was like dead quiet, you know? Not a fuckin’ sound, ‘cause his brother must’ve been sleeping or out fucking his queer mates or something. So I just thought Scott lived with his fuckin’ folks like normal.

One day, my friends were whinging like fuckin’ sissies wantin’ to do something with me that night, like go to a movie or something. I’d been fuckin’ playing with myself all day in the toilets ‘cause I was real horny and was planning to pay Scott a visit that night. Well, my mates kept carrying on ‘cause they like to be seen out with me, right? So I had to tell them I was busy. Then the cunts wanted to know what I was doing, so finally I told them I was planning to pay Scott a visit and stir him up a bit. They thought that was hot shit man, but I wouldn’t let them come with me even though they fuckin’ begged. I told them that if I saw them near Scott’ fuckin’ house, I was gonna kick their arses into tomorrow, ‘cause I know how much they wanna be like me and would probably hang around so they could listen outside otherwise.

About 11 o’clock that night, I was checkin’ myself out in the mirror, getting ready to head off to the fag’s place, flexing my muscles and getting myself all pumped up. I could see why all the fags and the chicks thought I was so cool looking and all. I fuckin’ turn myself on when I see my reflection, especially when I’m all wet still from a shower and stuff. I’ve got the perfect fuckin’ body and the perfect fuckin’ face to go with it.

So after checkin’ myself out for half an hour, I stuck on some jeans and a tank top, so my muscles would be showing and all, making me look ever sexier then when I’m wearing like a shirt or something. Then I jumped out my bedroom window and headed off to Scott’s house. My old man was fast asleep, in his usual drunken fucking stupor, so I knew he wouldn’t come in and find me gone.

I got to Scott’s house pretty quick ‘cause it’s only like a 20-minute walk or something, you know? Can’t be too far ‘cause you gotta live in the area to go to the school with all this new zoning shit that the government is fuckin’ sprouting.

Anyway, I got there and checked the place out and it was all dark and quiet like usual. I walked around the place real quiet to make sure no fucker was up in the back rooms and stuff, and then went around to the side where Scott’s bedroom was.

The shit had his bedroom window open like usual, so I pulled the fly screen out, real steady so I didn’t wake him or make the neighbours hear me or nothing. Then I climbed in like a fuckin’ panther stalking his dinner, you know? Only it was Scott that was gonna be eating tonight, not me!

The faggot was lying on his bed fast asleep, wearing just his underpants. All the covers were pulled back like he was expecting me, ya know? Like, a total “come and fuckin’ get me” invitation. So I pulled down my fly nice and crept over to his bed, sticking my hand in my pants and playing with my crotch.

He was a fuckin’ weed, Scott was – really skinny like if he turned sideways he’d be invisible, you know? Anyway, he’s laying there on his back with his hand up by his head like he want’s me to pin him down, right? So I climb on top of him so I’m kneeling just over his stomach. Then I tap his cheek real softly and whisper to him.

“Hey faggot. It’s supper time!”

Scott’s eyes fly open and he looks at me real scared and he’s wide awake in like a fuckin’ second, man! I stuff my hand over his mouth and shove him back down on the pillow before he can yell out and his eyes look like their gonna bulge out of their fuckin’ sockets!

“I got something here for you, dweeb,” I say. “It’s pointing your way, so I know it’s you it wants.”
He shakes his head, mumbling some shit and tries to pull my hand away from his mouth, so I squeeze his cheeks nice and tight.

“Ah-ah! You don’t want to make me angry now, do you?”

He stops struggling, just looking up at me and I see his eyes flicker over my shoulder like he’s trying to find some way of escaping.

“You know the routine, faggot. Just do like you’re told and I won’t have to hurt you. Alright?”
His eyes flickered past me again and then all these warning bells like, start ringing in my head, but before I turn around, I hear this noise behind me. And suddenly, some cunt grabs me from behind, pulling me off Scott and hauling me into a full nelson near the end of the bed.

“What the fuck!” I start struggling, but the cunt has me pinned tight with my hands pulled right back, way up above my head like I’m on a stretching rack.

“Gotcha!” he says, and it ain’t no kids voice, so I know I’m in deep shit.

“Let go of me, you fucker!” I growl, but he pulls my arms back even tighter, making my feet nearly leave the ground. I’m standing there on tiptoe trying to break free, and then I realise I can feel the skin on his chest rubbing against my back. I fuckin’ freeze, man, ‘cause I’m surprised, and I’m thinking, “Is this cunt naked or something?”

I see Scott get up off the bed, and he’s standing in front of me in his undies, like he wants me to check him out or something, and then the cunt that’s got hold of me starts talking in this real deep voice.

“Is this him?” he says.

Scott nods, looking real worried, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Justin, isn’t it? And this is the guy you like, huh? After everything you told me, including breaking in here tonight, you still feel the same way?”

Say what????? Scott was nodding again, looking real embarrassed, and I was like, freaking out man! The faggot had a crush on me? This was too fuckin’ weird!

I tried breaking free from the cunt again, but he held me tight, my arms stretched up so fuckin’ far that I couldn’t move them.

“Stay still punk,” he said to me. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are!” I said. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if you don’t let go!”

He laughed, really gentle, like he was trying to be menacing or something.

“I’m Scott’s brother,” he said. “His big brother. The name is Michael and it’s not something you’re going to forget for a very long time. You see, Scott has told me all about you and what you’ve been doing to him. He even told me that he heard you say you were coming here tonight.”

“You little fuck!” I said to Scott. “Just you wait till I get my fuckin’ hands on you!”

“Ah-ah,” he said, lifting me off the ground again. “No more threats. Tonight you get what you’ve been giving.”

I felt his head move, like he was looking up at Scott now instead of whispering in my ear.
“Go on,” he said to Scott. “Take him. Do what you want with him. I’ve got him.”

“Touch me and I’ll kick your fuckin’ head in,” I said to Scott.

“No you won’t,” Michael said back at me, talking real sweet like he was trying to pick me up or something. “If you so much as go near Scott again after tonight, I’ll be coming after you.”
I started struggling again but couldn’t break free from the cunt’s hold.

“Come on,” Michael said to Scott again. “We haven’t got all night. Do what you want with him.”
Scott hesitated then took a step forward, so I lashed out with my feet, trying to kick the faggot in the head. He jumped back out of reach before I could connect and Michael swung me around, pulling me away from Scott.

“Naughty boy!” he teased, the fuckin’ shithead. Then suddenly the cunt pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Before I knew it, he let himself fall backward, pulling me on top of him, still holding me in the full nelson, and wrapped his fuckin’ legs around mine, spreading them out like a fuckin’ torture rack.

I yelled out ‘cause I didn’t expect him to do that, and he was stretching me out so fucking hard now that it hurt. I gritted my teeth, but I was locked tight and couldn’t even struggle now.

“There,” Michael said. “ He can’t touch you now.”

Scott came over to us, standing by my feet, looking real unsure.

“What’ll I do?” he asked. He looked like a lost fuckin’ puppy, one finger in his mouth like a fuckin’ baby.

“Why don’t you start by taking off his top?” Michael said. “You can pull down his pants, and then you can do whatever you want. Give him some of what he gave you.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Scott pouted.

“That’s up to you,” his brother said. “Personally, I’d make sure he couldn’t walk for a week.”

"You fuckin’ would, you faggot!” I yelled at him but he started laughing again, making me bounce up and down on top of him.

“Look who’s calling the kettle black!” he says, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Did he think I was a nigger in the dark like this?

Then suddenly Scott leaned over me and grabbed my tank top, yanking at it till it ripped, and he kept on ripping it till it was torn in half and my chest was all sticking out. I saw the shit lick his lips ‘cause he could see my muscles rippling now, all down my chest and my stomach.

“That was a new top you little cunt!” I was so pissed off and even more fuckin’ pissed that I couldn’t do nothing to stop him. He sat down on my crotch and started rubbing his hands over my chest, but when he sat down, I felt Michael’s crotch pressing up against mine, and the cunt was hard. The shit was turned on with me on top of him like that! I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it man – I was sandwiched between two fuckin’ hard cocks!

Scott slid down onto my legs and unbuttoned my jeans, then started playing with my dick. I was hard as, in spite of myself and the arsehole started teasing my cock with his hands, and then his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue and all sorts of stuff that only a faggot could think of.

I groaned and felt like I was gonna fuckin’ burst any minute, but I was also hanging to teach these fucking faggots a lesson. Scott played with my dick for ages and then ran his tongue up my chest. When he got to my mouth, I tried turning my head away, but I couldn’t fuckin’ move it ‘cause my arms were pressed up against my ears, fuckin’ locking my head forward. He grabbed me under the chin and squeezed tight, forcing my mouth open, and then he kissed it, sticking his tongue in and all. I could taste my own cock in his mouth from when he was sucking it! I wanted to fuckin’ chuck!

I tried yelling out, but I couldn’t move my mouth now and his huge fuckin’ lips were muffling any sound I tried to make. He kept kissing me and kissing me and I could feel his cock sucking tongue twisting around mine and duelling with it like they were swords in a fucking Japanese flick!

He was lying on top of me and I could feel his scrawny little body rubbing itself up and down over me, raking his bones over my washboard stomach and pecs.

When he finally sat up again, he was on my stomach. He looked down at me like he was a giant, so I spat at him, pushing all of his saliva out of my fuckin’ mouth. I don’t kiss no one and wasn’t gonna have that shit in my mouth!

The prick slapped me across the face and said, “You like that?”, and then he flopped his own cock out and shoved it in my face, sliding his arse up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn’t have to look at it poking me in the mouth, and then I felt his hands squeeze my jaw again, forcing my mouth open.

Fucking Michael was hard as now and was poking me from behind at the other end. I couldn’t tell if he was naked or not ‘cause my jeans were still on, thank fuckin’ Christ!

Scott shoved his cock in my mouth and pushed my lips closed around it. He started thrusting forwards and backwards and I started choking on it, my face going all red and stuff, so he pulled it out and I gagged a few times, trying to catch my breath.

“What’s a matter?” Michael said underneath me, “Can’t take it like a man?”

“Maybe he doesn’t like giving head,” Scott said. “Maybe he likes the pain he inflicts instead.”

And he grabbed my nipples and squeeze them real tight.

I screamed out in fucking agony, man, and my whole body started to convulse. But it was a good thing, because suddenly I felt one of my hands break free. I swung up, punching Scott in the mouth and sending him flying off me, then twisted around, breaking my other arm free and rolling away from Michael.

Before I could get up though, the fucker jumped on top of me, putting an elbow right in my gut. I doubled over in agony and the cunt sat on me, pinning my arms beneath his knees. His crotch was right in my fuckin’ face and I could smell his hard cock poking against his white jocks near my mouth. If his jocks weren’t on, I swear to fuckin’ God he would’ve poked me in the eye with it.

I could see the fucker too now when I looked up. He was wearing nothing but his jocks, and his chest was all sweaty from holding me against him for so long. He looked a lot like Scott, only older and more solid. He had little pissant bits of fluff sticking out around his huge fuckin’ nipples, but the rest of his bod was smooth like Scott’s, so hair looked really out of place.

“You alright, Scott?” he asked, looking over above my head. I craned my neck back and saw Scott kneeling on the ground rubbing his cheek. He nodded that he was okay.

 “Now you’ve really made me mad, my friend,” Michael said to me.

“I’m not your fuckin’ friend, you queer arsed little cunt!”

He laughed at me again and I could tell he was really having a fuckin’ good time.

“Good English,” he said and started slapping my cheeks with both hands. I tried kicking up my legs at him, but they couldn’t reach that far back. His knees were pressing into my biceps and I couldn’t reach any further up than his sides, so I grabbed a handful of skin on both the fuckers hips and squeezed the shit out of them.

The cunt yelled and I yanked my hands free and pushed him off. But I was still really sore and he got up before I did and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me up to my feet. I grabbed his arm to make him let go again, but he dropped on one knee, bringing me down with him and slamming my throat into his fuckin’ kneecap.

I rolled away gagging. My windpipe was fuckin’ crushed, man and I couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing, the room was spinning so fast! I felt the cunt pick me up again and throw me on the bed.

“All your’s Scott,” I heard him say, and then I felt Scott climb on top of me, pressing his bod into mine again and holding me there with my arms forced back over the edge of the bed.

I lay there gasping, I was having so many problems just trying to breathe. My throat fuckin’ hurt man! I was so fuckin’ lucky my goddamn neck didn’t break.

I tried pushing my arms up, but I was too weak and Scott held me there real easily. With my arms pushed right back over my head and down, my back was arched, sticking my chest out against his bony bod like I was desperate for him.

He started kissing me again, and I turned my face away from him so he couldn’t stick his tongue in, so he buried his mouth in my neck and started sucking.

I moaned, squirming under him to get free, but it only made the fucker more hungry for me. He was getting more excited and started sucking on my neck harder, giving me a fuckin’ love bite.
The cunt had marked me. The fuckin’ bruise on my neck would there tomorrow and I’d have to make up some shit about rooting some chick I met in the park or something.

I was freaked, man. The room was still fuckin’ spinning and I still couldn’t breathe right, but worse than that, Scott was a fuckin’ dweeb. I was the tough guy, the one everyone wanted to fuckin’ be like. But his scrawny body was on top of me, rubbing against mine, and his pissant little arms were holding me there like he was fuckin’ Hercules. I was suddenly this cunt’s fuckin’ sex slave and I couldn’t break free.

To be continued…..

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Challenge 006: Justin vs Scott & Michael

The neighbourhood bully finds himself facing the big brother of his favourite victim. Revenge is nigh, but whose?

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