Fight club underground

09:33 BobXX: I get ready for my morning run and put on some tight fitting black gym shorts and some running shoes, it’s a warm day out so I go outside bare chested, because when I run by some outdoor cafes on the way to the park, I love the look that chicks and gay guys give me as I run past. Normally I go to the gym to work out and do my boxing training, but I’ve not been able to pay the fee this month because the night club where I do door security (i.e. bouncer) closed last month and a couple of weeks ago I ran up a big debt at a bookie joint. As I start my run, I see the betting parlour down the street, so I duck down an alleyway rather than run by the front of it, as I’ve done for the past couple of weeks. The betting parlour has an enforcer named Derek Drake that might have collection issues with me, and best to avoid that dude. Rumour is that the police and prison services have had issues with him! mtc
09:34 BobXX: I begin to run through the alley, I see a muscular dude standing in the centre of the alley, heavily tattooed on one arm, and he is staring straight at me. As I approach, I slow down, and realise it’s Derek…….I do a quick assessment….maybe 10 to 12 years younger than me, and maybe 15-20 lbs more muscle, my height. Could this be a big opportunity for me? If I can deliver his beaten up body in a shopping trolley to the front of the booking parlour, they will probably stop hassling me for money, so be cool Bob….don’t panic…..yt
09:46 DerekDrake: I'm a patient dude. Fair minded. I'm willing to give a man a chance. But Bob has exhausted my patience. I didn't get where I am by having a forgiving nature. I collect what I'm owed ... plus interest. Everything I've achieved in life has come through hard work and dedication. On the streets since I was 14, making my way as a pickpocket, working my way up the ladder, making contacts. Re-investing my cash into myself. Building up my body into a weapon, training myself how to fight at the local MMA gym. Kickboxing, BJJ. Building myself into a self-confident male speciman that knows what he wants, and takes it. I rent my services out these days to various .. establishments, including the local bookies. I have an excellent record of collecting on debts. And I've got my network. So when I got a ping on my phone that my old pal Bob had ducked down an alley for his morning jog, I grinned.
09:59 DerekDrake: Seems like he had a guilty conscious. I saunter out the back door of the bookies, my wifebeater tucked into my jeans, showing off my sculpted, steel-cabled greek god muscle. I reach the middle of the alley, and wait. The alley twists a bit, so it gives me plenty of time to give him a warm welcome. Right on time, Bob comes jogging up. First time I've gotten a good look at him shirtless. He keeps himself fit, packing an impressive physique. He's older than me, not quite as heavy I judge. Still, looks like he can handle himself in a fight. My dick twitches, but I'm not here to fuck, here to fight. I speak up, sarcastically. "I missed your smiling face this morning Bob. I hope you didn't change your morning routine on my account." This was ideal, actually. Here in this alley, I could take care of business without the bother of an audience. I smoothly flow into a combat stance, pivoting to lead with my left foot, guard up, fists in close, elbows held tight.
10:00 DerekDrake: "I'm afraid that it's payday dude." I grin, an evil sadistic smile. I do love me a good fight. Damn, I love my job. yt
10:07 BobXX: I come to a stop in front of you, and now take another glance at your powerful, muscular body, and feel some butterflies in my stomach as I continue to assess whether I can take you down. I give you a big smile, to try to convey that I’m not nervous or scared of you, after all, winning a fight is also partially a head game that you play with your opponent. I keep my hands low, by my sides so as not to appear threatening, knowing they can be brought up in a split second. This guy is a real punk, I think, who makes a small fortunate from collecting debts for bookies, using some pretty brutal methods, but fuck, I ain’t no pencil pushing pussy….I too sometimes use my fists for a living (of course, admittedly all my bare knuckle fighting is agains’t drunks who hardly can stand up in the night club). “Payday? Derek my man, I’m really surprised to see you out of your cave this early in the morning, are you sure you are feeling ok? You don't really look all that well” As if I don’t know. yt
11:52 DerekDrake: I chuckle at Bob's little joke. "Got ourselves a comedian, don't we? Who says I'm up early... maybe I've not even gone to bed yet. Don't worry about how I look. I'd be more worried about your own mug, buddy." I dart forward, my feet slicing expertly, testing your reflexes and defenses, firing off a rapid double left jab aimed at your face. Expecting that you might be busy guarding, I follow that up with a short, savage right uppercut, angling in an attempt to smash it into your nicely muscled lats and shortribs on your left obliques. yt
12:04 BobXX: I was hoping to get in a sucker punch, but instead you come at me very aggressively, a look of pure hatrid on your face that leaves me unsettled. A jab comes at me very fast, taking me by surprise, punching into my right cheek, snapping my head back, and then a second jab, that falls short before my head comes back forward….my eyes water a little from the pain of the jab, but then you send a vicious uppercut towards my obliques, that I tighten to try to absorb some of the power and shock of the blow….and then I counter punch fast, starting with a left straight that I hope will go over your right arm before you can fully retract it, aiming it for your nose, and then I try a right hook aimed for your left jaw, as I attempt to back up a step or two and reset my guard. yt
12:09 DerekDrake: I can see that I caught you off guard with my sudden assault, tagging your cheek once, and digging a solid blow into your obliques. You countered fast and hard. I knew you were a bouncer, and you don't get to be a bouncer without proving your shit. That left shoots right down the pipe. Instinctively, my guard outta position, I lean back to avoid it, but it still clips my nose, causing a small trickle of blood to leak down my upper lip and send a few stars shooting through my brain. Could have been worse. The right hook sails through empty air, as I'd managed to pull back enough to avoid it.
12:11 DerekDrake: Grunting, I slice forward as you start to pull back, pressing the attack, snapping up my left boot, chambering then unchambering my leg with a surge of muscle, aiming a solid kick towards your right obliques, hoping to catch you before you reform you can pull back your right arm and reforge your guard, as I pull my own fists in, getting my guard set. My eyes are intense, focused on the fight. Fuck, I love my job. yt
12:21 BobXX: I can feel my left clip your nose, and see some satisfaction as it draws some blood, but then my right hook only connects with empty air inches in front of your face, leaving my right side open as I slightly over extend the hook. I can see from the corner of my eye your boot coming up, so rather than turning back to centre, I twist more to my left, letting your kick glance lightly off my back. This motion leaves me at a diagonal to you, and as I bring my right guard up, I see you have reformed your guard, so I attempt to go low, by launching a side kick with my right leg, going for your lower abs, wanting to plant my right foot just below your navel. yt
12:28 DerekDrake: I grunt slightly as my left snap kick glances off your back. Your defense is masterly, and positions you to fire off that side kick with intense force. Your foot slams into my abs before I even finish retracting my left kick. My core is tensed, the force is brutal, my abs hold, but the pain spreads through my chiseled core, doing some damage. Worst of all, it knocks me off balance, and I'm thrown backwards. I know how to land, and roll through the throw smoothly, back up to my feet, spinning to face you, some distance between us now, reforging my guard, my stance and focusing through the dull ache spreading through my powerful abs. My eyes narrow. Yep. Bob is no rookie. yt
12:39 BobXX: I can feel my kick land with some power on your abs, and it sends you backwards, but even on the hard ground, you land like a pro and are up facing me with your guard up. I decide I can’t hesitate, this is the very moment I need to take advantage of if I’m going to put this muscled dude down. So I move quickly towards you, guard up. I figure your nose is a little tender, so I feint a jab at it, hoping it will keep your guard up high, and then I send my real attack, a right straight towards your solar plexus, screaming hi ya! and a left shovel hook punch at your liver region, hoping I can dig the hook in under your rib cage that protects the liver. yt
12:48 DerekDrake: You don't hesitate, moving in to attack at once. There is a bit of distance between us now, enough for me to set my defense, and let my hard muscles relax and flow. You come at me with a jab, which is easily deflected by my tight guard, but I don't stay put, as soon as you fire that jab, I start pivot towards your right, my feet shifting position to whip me to the side. You'd already committed to that straight right, but I was in motion, and instead of landing flush on my plexus, it grazed my solid core, a glancing blow that plowed a path of pain along my skin, but didn't drive the damage deep inside me. That's when I struck, driving my left fist in a short body hook aiming for the region just beneath your right armpit, conveniently exposed for me, knowing from practice how much taking a hard shot right below the arm pit can fuck a man up.
12:51 DerekDrake: That left of yours struck me hard, I didn't catch it in time, but as I had pivoted, the blow struck my tensed abs instead of my ribs or liver. It had lost some of it's power, since I wasn't where you had expected me to be, but had enough to remind me that my abs were taking a pounding, refreshing that thick ache that your side kick had started. My right hand I drove forwards, in a short vicious little uppercut, hoping to tag your square chin with a solid, nasty little knock. yt
12:59 BobXX: My left feint does not really fool you, as you move quickly to my right, letting my right straight just glance off your core, but more importantly you now have done a very clever move, and are outside my right guard, that is still extended, and BAM!!!……what the fuck….your left hook comes in under my right arm pit…..and pain radiates out in all directions, and oh fuck it HURTS……my left is in motion, but it only meets a solid wall of abdominal muscles, with you being out of place to the right…..and oh man this mother fucker knows how to fight. I pivot, to my right to bring you back to centre, and try a quick double jab with my left, more to try to distract you, as I attempt a snap kick with my left foot, wanting to land it between your legs, wanting, no needing, to slow you down as I retreat a few steps to try to regain some feeling in my right arm. yt
15:42 BobXX: (the double jab was intended to go high towards your face)
16:40 DerekDrake: My left hook slams home, delivering it's payload of destruction and damage, taking that hard muscled right arm of yours out of action temporarily. My right uppercut misses, your body rocked enough by my left hook to the armpit to knock you clear. My right arm snaps back into guard. Instantly, I see my opening. You start to pivot to your right, but I follow you, keeping myself to your right as you turn. That double jab snaps out, but I've already started to shift my levels, dropping down and surging forward, that double jab hitting air, stuffing that snap kick at the same, not giving you any space to get it off as I look to drive my shoulder into your right side, my legs seeking to wrap behind your right leg, going for a single leg takedown, focusing on your right side, hoping that your right arm will still be stunned for a bit longer to prevent you from blocking me. I want you on the ground. Want to knock fuck out of you in the worst way. yt
16:45 DerekDrake: (my legs seeking to wrap behind your right leg = my arms seeking to wrap behind your right leg)
16:51 BobXX: The thing about bare knuckles brawls is that they move at a fast pace, and bare knuckle on flesh causes a lot of damage in a short space of time, certainly this fight is having a toll on me, especially after taking that hook under my right arm. I bring my right fist up to my chin, intending to use it to protect my face, as I pump my fist to try to get work through the pain so I might be able to use it for striking, fighting you with only my left is going to a tough job. mtc
16:52 BobXX: You move really fast, and my jabs just strike air, making me look like I’m shadow boxing, boxing a ghost, no a demon……and as you move to my right, my kick also misses those balls of yours….and as you come at me from my right, you correctly predict that my right arm can’t strike at the moment, but as you come, I turn to my right, and your shoulder rams into my frontal core, as your legs and arms go behind my right leg. My change of position, might cost you though, as my left is now in range of the right side of your face, and as I fall backwards, I try to send a nasty left hook to your right eye socket, and then as we land, with you in a top position, I try to wrap both my legs around your right leg to deter a full mount, grunting after the hard landing yt
17:08 DerekDrake: I don't get it all my own way, you move damn fast for a dude your age. I slam into you full on, my shoulder burying itself deep into your frontal abs, rather than more to the right like I wanted. Still, I wasn't worried about a guillotine attempt, not with your right arm still stinging. I get my hands clamped firm behind your quads, feeling the hard muscled strength of those legs of yours as I lift and heave, dumping your ass hard to the ground, but I eat a solid left to my right eye for my troubles. Stings like fuck, raises a mouse beneath my eye, the flash of pain is intense, but it's a price I'm willing to pay. Though I know if I take another shot there, weakened as it is, it might well cut me open. As we land, your legs wrap up my right leg in a half guard, but that doesn't bother me overly much. I'm breathing hard now, sweat soaking my tatted muscle. Taking some battle damage, can feel the drain on my stamina and endurance, but I've got plenty in the tank still.
17:08 DerekDrake: I keep my right arm up tucked in close to my side, ready to guard, as I reach out with my left arm, snatching for your right forearm. Hoping to secure a solid grip and anchor that arm, hopefully before it fully recovers, long enough for me to open up access to your muscled core, and attempt to hold you in place long enough to smash my left knee into your plexus, looking for a hard, damaging blow. yt
17:15 BobXX: I’m breathing hard, sweating hard from this nonstop action, my back giving out low pulsating aches from the fall, then your left shoots out, grabbing onto my right forearm, I don’t do much to resist this, as you holding my arm keeps you from you using your fist, I notice that you hold your right in reserve as a guard, and then your left knee lifts, the moment it comes up, I use my abs to curl upward, wanting to get closer to your face, so I can try to shoot out a straight left, hoping to target your right eye, wanting to make it swell up and close if I can, and hopefully stop your knee attack with an offensive movement. yt
17:22 DerekDrake: Grunting with effort, your offensive attempt doesn't entirely take me by surprise as your abs bridge up. I know my right eye is vulnerable, that's why I kept my right arm in reserve. I keep it tucked in hard, my guard is tight, and I eat that straight left on my forearm, the impact is a solid thunk, but my grip on your right arm remains strong, keeping it pinned, anchoring you partially in place. I shift targets at the last moment, as you half crunch up off the dirty alley pavement, and drive my knee towards your right side, directly under those ribs, seeing a clear line of attack to your liver, hoping to nail you right beneath those ribs in the liver while you are half crunched up off the pavement at an awkward angle, thanks to my left hand still pinning your right arm to the pavement. yt
17:28 BobXX: I feel my left hand punch hard into your forearm, going to leave a bruise, but as I'm crunched up, suddenly your knee comes in hard, striking me in the side ribs, where it will really hurt, nothing I can do to block this, and I let out a little high ptiched scream from the pain....the blow on the side mostly punches into the ribs, the angle being off for the liver, but those lower ribs are delicate. I'm in serious trouble, and nearly in panic mode with the pain, but I lower my left arm now, and try to send it between your legs, desperately trying to see if I can find those over sized testicles of yours and give them a mighty squeeze, fighting dirty to try to get you off me. yt
17:34 DerekDrake: My knee hits paydirt, even if it wasn't the liver shot I'd hoped for, it slammed into your lower short ribs, doing some serious damage. It was no time to get cocky though, as your left hand shoots down between my legs, grabbing my fucking balls and squeezing hard, sending a wave of gut-twisting naseua through my core. FUCK THAT HURTS!!! FUCK FUCK. I let out a high pitched scream of my own. If I could, I'd get right outta dodge. But I'm still trapped in your half guard, my right leg tied up in your legs. I reach down in desperation with my right hand, clutching your left wrist in a vise like grip, and stabbing my thumb like a spike into your carpal tunnel tendons in an effort to force you to let go of my bollocks. Fuck, I'm feeling sick. Desperate, I release your right arm, and drive my left in a pain-fueled smashing cross towards your jaw, hoping to stun the fuck out of you and make you leave my balls alone. yt
17:44 BobXX: I’ve never been in such pain, my lower back aches from the fall, my carpal tunnel tendons are on fire from the vice grip that you have on my left arm, my ribs ache, and then BAM!I take a left cross into my jaw that twists my head to left, I can taste blood in my mouth and spittle dribbles down my chin. I grin my teeth, and try to hang onto your balls a moment longer, as I realise the pain in my right arm is now more of a dull ache, and that my right is now free…….I give your balls one last squeeze, and then release, thinking the release will distract, then I shoot my right hand up, attempting to jab my fingers into your left eye, as I do another crunch, groaning from the pain…..no need for a lot of power, as the eye is a delicate spot…..yt
17:53 DerekDrake: My fist smashes into your jaw, watching your head snap to the side, leaking spittle, as pain wracks my abused bollocks, I keep fighting the urge to be sick, throwing myself into this fight, finally I get some relief as my thumb stabbing into your carpal tendons finally forces you to release them. But having a man's bollocks smashed like that takes it outta of a dude, and as hard as I try, I can't find the omphh to immediately follow up. I stand there, my chest heaving, sucking in deep breaths of air, praying for the roiling nasuea in my guts to settle down, praying for that special ache in my balls that every man dreads to recede. But you are damn desperate, and your right hand shoots up towards my face, jabbing at my eyes.
17:56 DerekDrake: I'm too drained to react with the same speed and power I would have earlier in the fight, but I don't stay still. Deep survival instincts kick in, and my head involuntarily jerks back, but your fingers still reach my eyes. My eyelid closes, but your finger jams into my closed eye none the less, sending bright orange lights exploding in my vision. FUCK!!! Finally my, left hand gets it's act together, and grabs your right wrist again, calling on my fading power to jerk that hand back. I keep my eye closed, the pain is assaulting me from several vectors, but I'm still trapped in that half guard. Out of desperation myself, I send my left knee driving in towards those wounded short ribs for another shot, hoping I can keep hold of your right wrist to keep you from worming away. If I can land another rib shot, I might be able to wrench my right leg free of your half guard. This fight is turning out to be far tougher than I ever expected. But... even so. I fucking love my job. yt
18:01 BobXX: My battery is now draining fast, the younger dude unquestionably has more juice left, my only hope is to damage you fast, but you so far have countered my moves, moves that would have left most guys crying. I see you close your eyelid as my fingers dig into the eye, but even so, you have the presence of mind to take hold of my right hand again, I won’t give up, I tell myself, but its exhausting and trying to get you off me is like so fuckin tough, your body is like a solid mass of muscle. And then uggg…..that fucking left knee digs into my ribs again, and again, I let out a grunt and a sharp scream, those ribs now sensitized…….my legs are feeling exhausted, and I feel them slipping from around your right leg…….I can’t do much with my left hand except try to twist free of your right, that is still holding it like a vice grip….yt
18:10 DerekDrake: It's coming down to the wire. This older dude is tough. Fit as fuck. Skilled and dangerous. He's pushing me close to my limit. My eye hurts, I still feel sick, but I got no choice but to keep fighting. I nail those ribs again, and I can tell by the jolt of pain that makes your muscle spasm and gets a scream out of you, that this is my chance. I've got both of your wrists, but not sure I have the strength to hold them much longer. I dig down deep, gotta pull out all the stops. I yank hard on my right leg, trying to pull it free from your half guard, straining with effort, looking to spear my knee right in the pit of your gut with a brutal BJJ style knee on stomach.
18:10 DerekDrake: I know you are tired, I know those ribs are aching, maybe if I can drill my knee into those tight muscled abs of yours, with all the damage I've dished out to your ribs, I might break your flex and spear the fight right outta you. I'm not complacent though... my own grip on your wrists is not nearly as strong as it was, the naseua is still roiling in my guts, and this might go south for me if you get your arms free and attack one of my vulnerable spots, which you've ensured that you got several to choose from. yt
18:15 DerekDrake: You are not logged in. (sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words! This is what Derek is trying to pull off.)
19:48 BobXX: I feel your right leg gradually pulling free, slipping out between my legs, and there is nothing I can do to stop it from finally twisting free, and then it comes up quickly spearing my gut hard, a big O opens on my mouth, the pain so intense I can barely to a breath of air, but as soon as your knee lands, I try to fight on, by violently twisting my arms, desperate to break the hold on them, and if I can break those holds on my arms, I will try to twist my body to my right, onto my side, that would allow me to get out from your knee…..but that might land me into other difficulties….yt
20:42 DerekDrake: I grunt, pushing myself hard, the naseua radiating from my crushed bollocks still sapping my strength, along with the throbbing of my left eye, and the bruise under my right eye. I open my left eye, and it fucking hurts, but I can see out of it, though it's a bit blurry. If I can just focus on breaking down your core strength, penetrate those flexed abs. But you are one tough mother fucker, determined, stubborn and skilled. Respect. I'm not gonna let that respect get in the way of collecting what's mine, but it's there all the same. You wrench your arms free of my grip, as I don't have the strength to keep them both locked up and keep pressure on your core. With your arms free, you start bucking, and rather than try and expend more energy to pin you with my knee, I don't fight it, flowing with it instead as I feel you twisting onto your right side.
20:48 DerekDrake: My knee is starting to slide across your muscled abs as you twist, but before it does, I pivot smartly, rotating my body to your left side, then letting my right knee slide off your abs, planted on the pavement right in front of your core as you are now on your side. Grunting, feeling some strength return as I've had a bit of time to suck down tons of oxygen, I smoothly land on my right shoulder directly behind you, using my leg draped over your abs to try and pin you in place. Then, I go for broke, trying to shoot my left arm underneath the crook of your left elbow while I try to shoot my right arm under your head, and across your chin. I'm pulling out all the stops for this, looking to sink in a cross face chicken wing, while trying to keep your core and hips locked between my body and my right knee, slung over your core. Hoping like hell I've worn you down to the point where I can pull this off.
20:48 DerekDrake: If I don't manage it, it might leave me open for a nasty counter attack. You are not logged in. yt
21:08 BobXX: I immediately feel relief as your right knee comes off my abs, and I take in a mouth full of air, and then another mouth full of air, I hardly notice as you fall over me, landing behind me on your shoulder. My reaction is to begin to press myself up on my right arm, a big mistake as it let’s you gain access to around my neck, and then my left arm is suddenly trapped in a chicken wing………I begin to feel woozy even from the half choke, as you have very muscular arms…and I can feel the carotid artery starting to pinch off…..it feels like my tendons are going to stretch in my left arm. My instinct is to try to grab at the choke, but instead, I reach my right arm over my head, again trying to jab at an eye…..attack the person, not the hold,,,yt
21:14 DerekDrake: With a sense of grim satisfaction, my right and left hands meet right over your left shoulder. Instantly, I pull out all the stops, my thick biceps flexing like baseballs as I grunt with effort, to tighten the hold. I feel my steel-cabled biceps sink in under your chin, driving into your carotid as I wrench your left arm back, putting tons of stress on the tendons in your left shoulder. You reach your right arm up over your head going for my eyes, but I'm not fucking having it, I simply tilt my head back out of reach. Your own reach is severely restricted trying to reach over your shoulder like that. It's a desperation move. I think I got this mother fucker right where I want him. I whisper "Night night mother fucker." as I let loose another surge of sheer muscle, adreniline temporarily flooding my system, washing away fatigue, muscles flexing harder than steel cables in a final effort to knock you the fuck out. yt
21:19 BobXX: My right hand reaches over my head, but can’t find anything to attack, and then suddenly your big arm squeezes even tighter, my neck stuck between your bicep and forearm, my eyes begin to bulge, and spittle runs out my mouth onto my chin….and it feels like my left shoulder is going to be dislocated from the chicken wing, but fuck…..suddenly relief….i don’t feel anything as I pass into unconsciousness, my body goes limp…..my eyes close……yt
21:25 DerekDrake: Feel the strain building up in my muscle, feel your own hard muscled, tight fit body flexing and struggling against me, until between one second and the next, you go limp. Relief surges through me. I got the fucker. I keep the blood choke for a bit longer, I know just how long to keep it on without doing permanent damage, then I release. I know you'll come back to your senses before long, and that don't suit me, so I let you go, lay you out on your back, your limbs twitching spastically, and mount you, my knees straddling your tight muscled chest. I lift my fists, and let loose some ground and pound on your fucking handsome mug. Lefts and rights, delivered with brutal proficiency into the side of your jaw, back and forward, looking to fucking concuss you, and keep you out for several minutes. Chest heaving, I finish smashing up your handsome face, and stand up.
21:28 DerekDrake: I fish in the pockets of your joggers, and snag your phone. Mine now. Your keys. Mine now. And your wallet. Mine now. Then, with a wicked chuckle, I strip off your shoes, your joggers, and your underpants, leaving you fucking naked as the day you were born. I reach down, and heave you up off the ground, over my shoulder. You'll wake up soon, I know, so I'm not dallying. Grunting, all the aches and pains of the battle damaged I'd endured during this fucking tough fight comes surging back, my abs are sore as hell, my nose is still dripping blood, I've got a brilliant shiner under my right eye, my left eye is still fucked, can't quite see clearly out of it, and my balls are throbbing with a constant low level pain. Fuck. Respect for this dude. But, he's gonna learn not to cross Derek Drake. I fireman carry your naked body over to a dumpster against the wall, lever open the lid, and dump your knocked out muscle in.
21:30 DerekDrake: I let the lid slam, then wedge a bit of stick into the latch to hold the lid closed after you wake up. The garbage service will be here later today to collect the bin and let you out. Then, whistling, I walk off towards your home, with your keys in hand. Gonna fucking ransack your joint. I'm sure you have enough shit for me sell to pay off your debt, and probably a bit extra besides to compensate me for nearly getting the fuck knocked me out of me. Damn, I love my job. yt
21:30 BobXX: The punches start landing heavily, and I suddenly regain consciousness at the terrifying site of you mounted on my chest, and your fists reining down on my face…….two black eyes, then my nose spurts out a splattering of blood, and my lip splits….and then again, for the second time, you knock me the fuck out…and there I lie, in a dumpster……naked…..beaten the fuck up, waiting for the garbage collection………yt
21:31 BobXX: END

Published: 2022-08-21, viewed 94 times.