Long Form Roleplayers

16:44 AgentDerekSteel: My name is Derek Steel. I’m looking carefully to the right and left as I walk through this sleazy shithole of a bar. My eyes take in every detail, the puddle of sour beer on the floor beneath the table to my right, the flickering bulb overhead, about to fail at any moment, the rank odor of testosterone-laced sweat. I don't normally 'socialize', but sometimes even I felt a little restless, in need of a change of pace.

I'm a mercenary, an assassin, a trained killer. I get paid to fuck up other men. Make them talk. Or stop them from talking. Permanently. Not just any men. Special forces, CIA, MI6 and I often crossed paths. I'm still alive to talk about it. Not all of them are. I'm good at what I do. Normally, I work on a contract basis for the Syndicate, an international criminal organization. I'm their goto clean up man. I’m good at that. At the moment though, I was taking some time off between jobs.

It wasn't exactly safe for me to be out in the public, considering my history and position on most of the allied nations's hit list, but what was the point of staying safe? I could take care of myself. Weighing in at 220lbs, standing 6’ tall, my body was a finely tuned fighting machine, covered in thick, lean, hairy muscle. During my stint in the UK Royal Marines, before I decided that crime paid better, I learned plenty of ways to maim, break, and hurt men with my fists and feet as well as advanced infiltration, stealth, interrogation, and weapons handling.

Tonight, I was wearing solid black boots, thick black combat trousers, with a tight, muscle hugging black shirt. Tonight I felt like something different. I wanted to fight. Not like I usually had to fight, in a life or death situation. But fight because my balls were aching to fuck up some tough muscle and unload in his defeated hole. I rarely got the chance to satisfy my fight lust on the job. So from time to time I came to a place like this. A hangout for men looking for some rough action. I ordered a beer from the barkeep, and paid him well, tipping generously. I'm not a stingy man. I sipped the brew as I leaned back against the counter, and checked out the clientele. I'm an excellent judge of character, able to form an accurate assessment of a man's personality and capabilities based on a quick glance. And of course, tonight my balls were also in on the game, letting me know if any of the men had the special extra something that caused my nuts to tingle with the anticipation of fucking them up. No... No... Fuck no.... and... well, what do we have here... My gaze lingers for a moment on a man just entering the bar. My nuts started tingling.
12:35 Shutupandfight: I'm Evan Riley. I make my way into the old dive-bar and check out the scene. Same as always. It's a shit place but I like to come here sometimes and decompress after work. This bar also seems to attract the type of guy who's looking for a fight, and I'm happy to oblige. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. But I come away from every fight feeling truly alive. It's Friday night and I've had a long week of dealing with clients.

I'm wearing a white button down shirt, white tank underneath, grey slacks, and black shoes. Hair is a short and stylish cut with shaved sides. A classically handsome face. The tailored quality of my clothes suggest an athletic build. My suit pants especially draw focus to my round, toned ass. Usually I prefer to "slum it" and show up in jeans and an old t-shirt, but tonight I just wanted to get away from work and I wasn't ready to go home. I'm hoping there will be some kind of action tonight, but it's been dry the last few weeks.

I've been a fighter since my youth. Schoolyard brawls in middle school, basement fight clubs in high school, and taking on frat boys in college. I'd get some formal training every now and then, but I found relying on my instincts and natural ability got me some of the best results. And every time, win or lose, I'd jerk off afterwards and have the most intense orgasms I've ever had. I finally started pairing fighting with sex in college. I beat down another dumb frat boy in the basement of his house while a party raged upstairs. One thing led to another and it turned into the best sex I had ever had.

The factory workers and deadbeats who frequent this place aren't exactly interested in hooking up with a dude. For as long as it's been since I've had a fight, it's been even longer since I've had some decent sex. So as I stride into the bar, I take in the scene. Same old bartender. Nice guy. Got too drunk once and offered to suck his dick. He kindly declined and called me a cab. Some other familiar faces, no one I really paid too much attention to. I began to write this off as another uneventful evening as I got my drink and sat down, ready to drink in solitude and quietly curse every client I dealt with that week, when I finally saw the man dressed all in black blending into the shadows at the far end of the bar looking in my direction.
12:56 AgentDerekSteel: Yep. He definitely caught my eye. Not just the attire. Although it's not often you see a man quite so immaculately dressed in a place like this. Well to do, fresh off work I judge. But it's two other things that really catch my eye. First, the muscle on this dude is perfectly proportioned, and his white shirt and grey slacks hug it quite nicely, not to mention the appeal of his classic masculine haircut and good looks. But second, and most important, it's the way he carries himself. He walks with a pride, a confidence, a slight aura of aggression that says fighter louder than words. I want him. He's why I came here tonight.

I wait a moment, observe him openly as he walks across to the bar, grabs his drink, then sits at the opposite end from me. I wait a while longer. I want to catch his eye. That's when I'll know.

When you finally look my way, I stare right into your eyes with mine. I feel that telltale little zing of electricity up and down my spine, right to my nuts. Yep. He's definitely what I want. I grab my beer, and get up walking down the length of the bar, taking in every detail of my environment even as I'm focused on you like a laser. I sit beside you, rest my forearm on the edge of the bar. My thick muscled biceps and hairy forearms stretching the fabric of my tight black muscle hugging shirt. I take a sip, wipe my scruffy half bearded face with the back of my hand, then gently put my beer bottle down on the counter. I turn to face you, my leg brushes against your expensive suit pants.

I don't say a word. It's not my style, not at first. I want to test you. So I just stare at you, intensely. Taking in every inch of you. Measuring you. Weighing you. Waiting to see how a man that makes my nuts tingle at first sight reacts. Waiting to see exactly what kind of man you are.
13:16 Shutupandfight: My heart races as you make your way over to me, but I keep my poker face strong. Out of the shadows, I can now fully appreciate the specimen in front of me. Body packed with thick muscle, beautifully sculpted forearms covered with hair. Our eyes stay locked as you approach me. I'm struck by how handsome you are. Obviously beautiful below the neck, but your face tells a whole story. An amazingly handsome man with a dark past.

What's left of my rational thinking is screaming that this guy is dangerous, that I should get out of here. But I stay where I am, intending to see where this goes.

You sit down next to me, no words. I can feel heat radiating off of you. A tense moment passes before you finally turn to me. Your leg brushes mine and my breath hitches as the contact. Fuck I really am wound up.

I can feel your eyes on me, but I've gotta play this cool. I take another slow sip of my drink before I set it down and finally turn to meet your gaze. It's immediately obvious, you want to fight. But not just that. Your eyes are filled with lust. I know this is the kind of guy I've been waiting for.

I hold your gaze for one more tense moment before I finally break the silence.

"Wanna go out back?"
13:27 AgentDerekSteel: The moments pass, silent. The tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife. You keep your cool. The signs are there, if you know how to find them. The small tells that communicate your growing excitement, and desire. The smallest hitch in your breath as my leg brushes yours. But you have to look hard. My respect, and something else, is on the rise. I don't bother trying to hide it.

You take another slow sip of your drink, intent on trying to tell me that you are cool. Everything is cool. There is no fire. Then you look me straight in the eye. Oh fuck me yes. I don't hide the naked desire welling up into my gaze.

You finally tell me exactly what kind of man you are. As if there was any doubt. "Took you long enough to ask." Was all I said. I get up off the stool, turning my back to you. Without another word I walk out back past the grungy toilets and out the back door leading to the small alley. Smells of piss and trash. A flickering streetlight about 30 feet further illuminates the area. Time to Fight. To Fuck. To Live.
13:39 Shutupandfight: Words are finally exchanged, but the tension remains as we make our way out to the alley. The door closes behind us. I wedge a piece of wood under the handle so no one comes out that way and interrupts us. Fire code be damned.

I waste no time after that and I start ro strip. Taking off my dress shirt and tank top, tossing them aside. My dry cleaner can get the stains out later. The flickering light casts an orange glow over my body. Well defined muscle with a light coating of hair.

This guy might have me beat, but I'm gonna make that fucker work for it. I raise my fists. The tension is at its breaking point
13:47 AgentDerekSteel: I reach down and work my black muscle hugging shirt off over my head, throw it down on top of your discarded button up and tank top. I roll my neck working out the creaks as I take in the sight of your bare torso. Evaluating your muscle, solid definition, lightly dusted with dark hair. My own torso is covered with a thicker coat of hair, the muscles of my abs corded and sinewy, my pecs solid, like two steel plates. Powerful, lean, but not too lean. Thick, but not overly developed. Pure fight muscle, honed and trained like a machine.

I raise my fists, my cock raging in my black combat trousers. My boots slicing across the dirty alley as I circle you carefully.

I tense my abs and fire my left first forward, throwing my body into the strikes, once, twice, a quick double jab designed to poke at your defenses, measure your strength and speed. My eyes are flashing with fight lust.
14:01 Shutupandfight: My cock throbs as I take in the sight of you. But the moment you raise your fists, the switch flips and the fight instinct kicks in. Watching you circle me, looking for any twitch that could tell me what you're planning. My cock goes down as my brain says the blood is needed elsewhere in the body.

Finally, I catch the sudden tension in your abs and I brace my defenses. The punches are solid, powerful, but I know this isn't all you've got. I endure the barrage for a few strikes before I lunge forward, pushing the weight off my back leg and getting up close. I use the momentum to propel my right fist, aimed at your abs. I manage two more quick jabs to the body before attempting to swing my elbow at your head.
14:14 AgentDerekSteel: You react quickly and professionally to my initial assault. I tense my abs, keeping my flex solid, and backing off just slightly as you fire in your right fist towards my core. UGHHHHH.. I choose to eat the blows to my abs and keep my head guarded.

You get two more quick jabs in as I twist from my hips, angling my body to take the blows solidly in the middle of my core, where my flex is strongest. Each impact getting a grunt out of me, and a dull spreading ripple of pain. Wouldn't want to eat blows like that all day, but I'm willing to accept them for now, to gauge your power, skill and aggression. All of which are rating pretty high.

Then you slice your elbow in, and that's what I was waiting for. My guard is in tight, and I take the elbow right between the crook of my forearm and bicep. Appreciating the power you put behind it. But at the moment you commit to the elbow, I fire up my knee quickly and suddenly, aiming it like a battering ram directly towards your undefended ribs. Looking to score a savage strike, even as my opposite arm ripples with power, the thick muscled arm looking to propel a hard straight fist to sneak past your guard and bash your handsome face, forcing you to try and defend on two fronts at the same time.
14:33 Shutupandfight: I choose to sacrifice my face in favor of my ribs. Facial wounds are sexy. A piece of jagged rib bone in my lungs isn't sexy. I use my unrestrained arm to negate as much of the knee strike as I can. My ribs are mostly safe while my arm feels like it got hit by a sledgehammer, but it's still serviceable.

The punch is an absolute stunner. The sound of the impact bounces off the dirty brick walls surrounding us. I struggle to focus. Feeling the warm trickle of blood somewhere on my face brings me back to reality.

I drop a little lower. My legs tense and flex. The sculpted muscle ready for action. Hoping my aim is good, I extend my legs and launch my shoulder into your sternum while wrestling my elbow free of your trap.
14:48 AgentDerekSteel: I growl low in my throat, as you block my knee, dropping your arm down to block the strike. But fuck does it feel good as my fist smashes into your handsome face.

There ain't a single drop of quit in you, and I wasn't expecting any. I smash your face, and instead of retreating you attack. Fuck me, this is my kind of man. You drop down a bit lower, and drive your boulder hard shoulder into my sternum as you wrench your elbow back.

My instincts kick in. I don't resist, but instead throw myself backwards. My hands lash out, and I grab your triceps. I'm looking to use your own momentum against you, throwing myself to the ground, pulling you down with me as I fall. My legs tuck in tight, coiled with power. As my back hits the dirty alley pavement, my boots are seeking to explode upwards, driving up into your abs, looking to propel you right on over my head, seeking to hurl your tough fight muscle flying across the alley.
15:13 Shutupandfight: I know where this is going. I make a conscious effort to relax my body as much as I can to lessen the damage when my body meets the ground. I wheeze slightly as your boots sink into my gut. But my strategy works well enough as the impact spreads through my semi-limp body. I'll definitely be sore but at least I'm still in this fight.

But I know I'm in a tough spot. We're both on our backs. I've just been flipped over your head and you've still got me seized by the triceps. Not to mention how you seem to anticipate all of my moves. Not ready to give up, I act out of desperation in hopes that I'll catch you off guard.

I throw my legs high in the air and fold my lower half over my chest and head. My abs scream at the effort after all they've taken but I said I was going to fucking make you work for it. I don't know what will connect, but I'm aiming to bring the full weight of my legs down on your head and chest
15:31 AgentDerekSteel: My throw succeeds, at least partially. Your well-defined muscle soars over my head to hit the pavement. I start to release your triceps and pull my arms back when you genuinely catch me off guard. I've been in many fights, brutal tense affairs, and thought I'd see everything.

But when you suddenly crunch your abs, and roll over your head, driving your knees down into my hard hairy pecs, I'm fucking stunned. That goddamn HURT!!! Your hard knees dig deep into my pecs, driving the wind out of my chest, sending shockwaves of brutal pain spreading out from the impact points.

OOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

Fighting to get oxygen back into my lungs, pulling my hands up to guard my face. Damn. That was a brilliant move. Once again, my respect for this hot fucker ratchets up several notches.
15:48 Shutupandfight: I dig my knees in as deep as I and complete my reverse somersault onto your chest. Now sitting on you with my full weight. I grab your biceps and push them to the ground. I want to see your face. And I want you to see me. The put together businessman is gone. My hair is wild. Dirt and bits of broken pavement cling to the product used to sculpt my look so cleanly. A smear of blood covers my face like war paint. All from the cut on my eyebrow, courtesy of the punch you landed earlier. And my body is shining with sweat. Dirt, blood, and grease smeared across my body. Muscles beautifully defined by the glistening sweat and the tension of the fight. My eyes are wild and my grin is wicked. It's been too long since a guy has made me crazy with this feral energy. And if the thickening of my cock is any indication, I'm very appreciative.
16:11 AgentDerekSteel: The fight pauses for a moment as you grab my thick hard biceps and push them to the ground. There is a sudden silence, broken only by our heavy breathing, oddly synchronized. Your head and face is matted with grime and blood. A small drop drips off your chin, and splashes on my cheek. My eyes are drilling into you, eating up that grin, answering it with one of my own, just as wild, just as savage. The tight cut of your muscle is starkly outlined by the light of the nearby streetlamp. Sweat pouring down that beautiful male form. I think.... that it happened then. Something about that moment reached into guts and twisted them right up. I'd fought many men in my day. Beaten them. Fucked them. Enjoyed them. But none of them had ever reached inside my guts with a feral grin and wild eyes to twist my insides like you did in that moment. My cock, which had gone soft, sprang back to a full mast under the intensity of our exchange. Talk about chemistry.

A changed man I might now be, but I still had a fight to win. Without losing the grin or changing my expression I twisted my right bicep out of your grip, grabbed your left tricep with a iron claw, and heaved myself up to your left, seeking to toss you off me, and kip back up to my feet, fists raised and chest heaving. Bruises already starting to show in the middle of my steel hard pecs from your knees.
09:43 Shutupandfight:

I tumble off of you get on my feet. Smile still on my face. My whole body heats up when I see you ready to keep fighting. I'm so turned on by you. I want you in every way. I don't waste any time getting back to the fight. This time I'm the one throwing quick jabs into your core. As expected, your defense is still tough. Maybe worn down ever so slightly. You eat a few jabs like they're nothing. I hop back before you can grab me and pound me into the dirt. Putting some space between us so I can see what's coming.
10:24 AgentDerekSteel: You come right at me, still smiling that sexy feral grin of yours. My defenses are up, and you try to target my core, but I'm shifting my elbows, changing levels and twisting from side to side, stuffing your attacks. I'm moving just a bit stiffer, having all your solid muscle driving down into my pecs did me no favors, but easily fending off the attack.

I'm burning with the need to beat you down, break you open, explore the man beneath. Wanting to fight you... needing to fight you... not just to defeat you, but to know you.

You dart back out of my range, and with my eyes flashing, I surge forward with a burst of speed, cocking my right fist to slam into your face, then pulling my punch at the last second, dropping levels, spinning on my right foot, and sweeping out my left leg in a low, powerful arc, trying to sweep your feet right out from under you.
11:19 Shutupandfight: Getting out of your range has the desired effect and I get a few more seconds to process when I see you charge me. I see you ready a punch, but it doesn't look right. If I've learned anything about you in the short time I've known you, it's that you're way too skilled to broadcast your attack like that. Distraction. It's when I see you dip below eye level that my heart speeds up and the hairs on my neck stand up.

I leap back just in time to get one of my feet out of the sweeping arc of your kick. You catch the other and I drop to a knee. But it's better than falling on my ass. I spring at you, using my bent knee for propulsion, and I tackle you to the ground. Holding you close and throwing punches at your ribs.
11:38 AgentDerekSteel: Damn... your instincts for the fight game are some of the fucking best I've ever seen. It's like we are tuned in to each other. You duck back, getting one of your legs out of the range of my sweep, but I still catch your other one. You drop to one knee, and I'm not at all surprised when you fucking charge me like a bull.

HELL YEAH! BRING IT ON! I never try to resist a tackle, more trouble than it's worth. I just go with it, minimizing the impact by throwing myself back as you slam into my abs. Still though... OOOOOOOOOOFFFF... Your shoulder is like a fucking bowling ball. I double up over your shoulder, and we plow into the ground.

Even as we hit the ground though, my legs pop open, and my right arm snakes around the back of your head as it's tucked in against my ribs, pushing under your throat. I clasp my hands together, and snap my legs around our ribs like a vise.

You hammer your fists into my ribs, and it fucking hurts. I growl, loving the feel of my body absorbing your punishment. I'm gonna have some bruised ribs, but I don't fucking care. Not normal for a fight this intense, but my cock is still at half mast. I can't believe how into you I am, how much I want to hurt you.

I roar with effort, crushing my legs together around your ribs, looking to unload some SERIOUS devastation on your core, and pulling up hard on the guillotine choke you set up for me, feeling my bicep flexing like a baseball, cutting into the side of your neck, torquing your head.
11:49 Shutupandfight: As soon as we hit the ground, I knew I was in trouble. Your limbs surround me in a prison of solid muscle. I feel the pressure as your legs try to crush my midsection. Not to mention the pressure being exerted on my neck.

Of course, through all of this is the thing I focus on is feeling of your semi hard cock pressing into me. This man is so fucking hot.

I rack my brain for an escape, but being squeezed half to death is making it hard to focus. I decide to go down swinging as I just keep throwing punches at the exposed section of flesh on your back. Each one slightly weaker than the last as I expend my energy on dealing damage.
12:08 AgentDerekSteel: You pound at me furiously, not submitting, not quitting, but fighting every step of the way. My cock suddenly goes from half mast to full mast, despite the amount of energy I'm expending. Your sheer ferocity and courage, your incredible aggression reaches inside me and grabs me by the nuts.

You slam your fists into my lats, each blow driving in hard, sending shockwaves of pain through my thick muscle. Fucking me up pretty good. Gonna be covered in savage bruises. Focusing through the pain, eating the damage, paying the price that I need to pay to feel you start to weaken. To feel that amazing ferocity and power start to slowly fade under my relentless crushing grip. Paying the price to break you down and discover what kind of man can reach inside my guts and twist me into knots.

Enfolding you tightly in my hard, corded muscle. My legs compression your core, reducing that muscled waistline of yours. My arms, thick and hard wrenching tight against your neck, the guillotine sleeper choke starting to take effect on you as your punches start to lose power. I know you aren't going to submit. I'm going to have to knock you out to take you down. The thought sends a thrill surging through my muscle and I tighten both holds even further around your battle-damaged muscle.
12:16 Shutupandfight: I know I'm going down, but I don't care. I needed this fight and I need to know everything I can about this man. My vision is going dim. I'm gonna be out soon. But there's one thing. One thing that needs to be done before I shut down.

I focus all of my energy on pushing my torso away from yours. Just enough that I can look you in the eye. Your hold on me doesn't let up. I gaze at you through my sweat soaked hair and flash you one more wicked smile before sending one last fist crashing into your jaw. My attempt at payback for the punch you landed on me at the start of it all.

The last of my strength goes into that punch. I immediately collapse against you and my body goes limp.
12:36 AgentDerekSteel: You look me in the eye, and we exchange a deep gaze, your smile hitting me even harder as your final shot to my jaw smashes deep against my scruffy beard, knocking my head to one side, setting of a loud ringing in my skull as I taste some blood in my mouth. Damn. I needed that. It was so fucking right.

That's the last of your strength, and you collapse against my chest, literally unable to draw another breath due to my legs crushing the fuck out of your midsection. I lay there, and slowly unwind my limbs from yours. Damn. You feel so right knocked out laying my heaving, bruised, hairy chest, covered in our sweat. I get a lump in my throat. What the fuck is wrong with me? At this point in a fight all I want to do is rape my conquered prey. Oh, don't get me wrong... I want to fuck this dude, but I feel.... I don't know how I feel.

All I know is that it feels so fucking right for him to be knocked out and laying on my chest. So right. I slowly become aware of how much my body hurts, my pecs, my sides, hammered by your fists, covered in bruises. Aches just to move my arm. Suddenly I realize I'm cradling your beaten muscle up against me, tightly, protectively, tenderly. What the fuck? This is not a normal reaction for me.

Normal for me is setting up an ambush. Infiltrating a secure compound. Researching my mark and taking him down by any means necessary. And occasionally getting my rocks off by fighting and fucking some other dude.

Normal is not holding my defeated opponent tenderly, protectively. Normal is not running my hands up and down his unconscious body, feeling every curve and ridge of his athletic fight muscle. Normal is not grabbing the back of his head, and guiding his classically handsome, slack jawed mouth against my, locking my lips around his, driving my tongue deep into him, exchanging my spit and blood with his spit and blood. My cock is raging so hard it hurts, and I want to fuck you so bad, but I hold back, another, stronger need asserting itself just now. Something inside me is telling me that maybe it's time for a new normal.
12:59 Shutupandfight: With the flow of oxygen restored, I begin to stir. Not yet fully conscious, I can feel you kissing me. Somewhere in my slowly rebooting brain, I think, "this dude did not seem like the type to kiss someone like this... I like it."

Slowly, I begin to move. Returning your kiss. Instead of feeling dizzy and hurt after being choked like that, I feel light headed, in a good way. Almost delirious with pleasure. Feels like floating. I start to pick up the sensation on my skin. Rough hands gently exploring every muscle on my chest and back.

I raise my arm and drape it lazily over your shoulders. Still weak but I push you into me a little harder. Wanting more of this. My other hand lands on your chest and I feel your heartbeat.
05:15 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, I feel your return to conciousness. Instead of me kissing your slack jawed open mouth, you return it. Oh man. My heart starts beating louder in my chest. My skin is flushed. I feel the heat radiating off your muscle as you stir on top of me, your solid, powerful pecs rubbing against my hairy steel plated chest.

You drape your arm across my shoulders, and push into me harder. Your hand rests across my left chest, and I can feel your touch vibrating in time to my heartbeat. The emotions that are rushing through me are carrying me along. Unfamiliar feelings and sensations taking me on a journey that challenged everything I thought I knew about myself. I could turn back now. I should turn back now. Something in me warns suddenly that this is foolish. Dangerous. Risky.

Fuck that. I'm a warrior. And I never back down from a challenge. I let myself get carried away, and pull you in even tighter, closer, my muscle tightening hard as steel as I tried to pull your hard, hot, fierce self into me. I growled low in my throat, and my hand gripping the lats on your back dug in deep, massaging your muscle hard, aggressive, and yet at the same time tender.

The heady mix of both sensations, tenderness and aggression carried me forward, and kissed you deeper and harder, my tongue plunging in to explore every crevice of your mouth. My cock was so hard it was aching, and yet it could wait. Something else was happening that was far more important than simply emptying my nuts.
11:39 Shutupandfight: I come back to full pulsating vitality and my tongue delves deep into your mouth. I gently graze my fingers over your jaw. This is insane. Uncharted territory. My cock is throbbing but I can't tear myself away from this moment of intimacy. Who the fuck is this guy?

I can feel every inch of his solid muscle against me. Every little hair that grazes my skin. My hand moves from your chest to your shoulder, then slides down your sculpted bicep, over your powerful forearm, until it finds your hand. Without realizing I'm doing it, I'm taking your hand and lacing our fingers together.

I pull away and our eyes lock. I take in every beautiful feature. The color of your eyes. This moment feels as intense as our fight. If not more. I can tell we're both going way out of our depth, and I can tell that we aren't going to stop for anything.
11:55 AgentDerekSteel: A visceral shock runs down my spine as your hand seeks out and finds mine, your strong hand, not that long ago clenched into a fist designed to batter me now twining about my hand. The intimacy, the contrast rocks my world.

More than anything so far, that simple gesture rocks me. My hand squeezes yours, conveying a world of meaning with that simple gesture. An acknowledgement and an acceptance of the forces that are pulling us together.

You break off the kiss, and lock your eyes on mine. I stare deep into your eyes, drinking you in, opening myself to you, not holding back. Letting you see how deeply you have moved me. I'm struck by how incredibly handsome you are. I have to touch your face. I lift up my free hand, and brush it gently over your handsome features, feeling your stubble, the contour of your cheek bone, wiping at the blood on your face. The same fist that busted you open and made you bleed, now trembling, exploring new territory, touching your bloodied face with tenderness instead of destruction.
12:09 Shutupandfight: I lean into your gentle touch. This feeling is so alien to me. It's only been a few seconds but I'm craving your mouth again. I bring my lips to yours and lead you into a deep kiss.

My free hand rests flat against your chest and slides down. Memorizing every rippling muscle. Your abs like a steel wall. Sliding all the way down to your belt. It's undone with a practiced hand, and the button and zipper soon follow.

My lips move from yours and onto your jaw. Kissing down the jawline to your neck. I feel your pulse with my mouth. I start to kiss and gently suck on the skin
12:22 AgentDerekSteel: Eagerly I open my mouth and once again lock onto your lips, hungry to taste you more. My skin shudders as your hand slowly slides down my hard, hairy, muscled torso staying glued to the contour of my body, feeling the hard ridges of my powerful muscle. You work your way down to my belt, and then unbutton my fly and work at my zipper. A thrill of anticipation floods through me, and new sources of pleasure work their way to my brain as your mouth slides down to the hard sinews and cords of my neck. My heart is beating like a drum.

Then, suddenly I become aware of our surroundings, my senses always tuned, always alert. I hear footsteps at the end of the alley, but they soon pass. But it makes me realize something else. This timeless moment we are sharing is intensely special to me. Normally, my MO would be to knock you the fuck out, and bring you back to consciousness by raping your hole right in the street. Not caring who came by and saw my opponents humiliation and conquest. Daring them to make something of it.

But you were different. Different in every possible kind of way. Ways I didn't fully understand. But I knew that I didn't want to fuck you here in the street. It wasn't right. Suddenly, I grab your head and look you in the eye. With a reassuring squeeze on your hand to let you know everything was fine, I slowly worked my way up to my feet. I let go of your hand, but motioned at you to follow me, as I secured just the top button on my jeans to keep my pants from falling off. I gathered up our clothes, and walked down the alley. I trusted you would follow. I had a key to the cheap hotel next to the bar, and entered through the back door. I walked up the stairs, and opened the door to my room. I through the clothes in the corner, gestured you in, slammed the door, and drove my fist into your abs, not too hard, but not too soft as to insult your strength. I pinned you up against the wall of the small, cheap hotel room and growled at you, my hand reaching out to twine around yours again, my mouth gently biting the hard tip of your chin before tilting and diving back into another kiss.

My hard cock started to work it's way out of my unzipped jeans as I drove my weight against yours, my cock sword fighting with your own stiff member. With my other hand, I reached down and efficiently unzipped your expensive suit pants, and began massaging your hard dick through your underpants.
12:54 Shutupandfight: You get up and I follow. I'm hypnotized by you. You lead me to a room in a cheap motel and I follow you without question. As soon as the door is closed, you strike me in the abs. Not too hard, but not too soft. The contact forces a small moan out of my throat and it's devoured when you lock your mouth into mine.

I can't help but let a breathless "fuck" escape me when I feel you finally touch my cock. Only a thin layer of black fabric separating your hand and my quivering manhood. Only fair that I return the favor and I reach down to start massaging your dick.

My other hand runs gently through your hair gently pulling and pushing to keep your mouth on my mine. I would do anything for this man right now.
13:07 AgentDerekSteel: You reach down and start massaging my cock. I want you now, totally naked. Completely exposed for me. I step on the back of your dress shoe, and haul your leg up, then repeat with the other shoe. I unbutton your dress slacks, and pull them down around your legs, lifting your legs out of each pant leg. I slowly work your black briefs down around your ankles then stand back, my arms planted on the wall to either side of your head. I take you in naked, your cock stiff and proud jutting out from your crotch. I reach down and grab the silky smooth length of it, enjoying the sensation of your manhood surrounded by my fist.

I play my finger around your strong chest, feeling the light, stubbly hair, tweaking your nipples gently. Then, the need to be in close contact with you overwhelms me, and I wrap my powerful arms around your naked waist, your hard tight abs, and sweep you up into a bearhug, needing to unload my strength into your body, needing to feel the resistance of your hard, athletic fighter's muscle resist my power. God it feels so good. I hold you there, just crushing you against me for a few moments, then turn aside and drop you down on the bed my body on top of yours, my arms planted on the bed beside your head, my eyes staring deep down into yours.
13:23 Shutupandfight: It's like we're back in the alley. That moment after I reverse somersaulted into your chest and pinned your arms back. The first time we really looked at each other. That moment that set us down this path.

Now the positions are reversed, and I'm laying under you. Naked. My skin flushed. A bead of precum rolls down the length of my shaft.

I reach up and gently graze your jaw with my hand. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, I say the only words I can think of. The words that have been echoing through my mind since I first looked into your eyes. "I need you."
13:31 AgentDerekSteel: Oh fuck. Who is this man... and I realize I don't even know your name. You lay down beneath me as I hover over you, aching at the turmoil your proximity is unleashing inside me. I'm trembling, fighting to contain everything I'm feeling all at once.

You reach up and touch my face. Then, you speak. It feels so strange to hear your voice. I realize that we've only shared two sentences. But what you say puts words to what is between us. Need.

Oh man. What can I say? What are the right words? I stop thinking, and just speak. "You have me." My voice is raw with emotion, conveying just as much in those three words as you said to me. I thrust forward just a little bit with my cock, freed of my crotch, and it traces a line across your ass, leaving a shimmering bead of pre cum in it's wake. The need to be inside starts to rage in my core.
01:04 Shutupandfight: I hear your voice so exposed and raw. Far different from cold and guarded tone I heard in the bar. The feelings twist in my gut and sends another rush of heat to my cock.

When your dick grazes my ass, I know that I can't wait any longer. My hand reaches behind your head and brings you crashing in for another kiss. I grip the muscles on your back like I never want to let you go.

I need you to fuck me. Missionary position so you can see my face and keep kissing me. My legs snake around your waist and pulls your groin closer to my ass.
04:08 AgentDerekSteel: You reach down and pull me in for another kiss. The taste of you in my mouth, the sheer power of your grip as you dig your fingers into my muscled shoulders and lats stokes my fires. I reach out and grab your biceps, kneading your powerful arms, admiring the heft and thickness of your fight muscle. My mouth hungrily shoves at yours, almost frustrated by the inability to get any closer to you.

Then, I feel you shift position, snaking your powerful legs around my waist. A strange reversal of the body scissors I used to knock you out, now used to pull me into you.

I'm shaking with the need to be inside you, a hunger and a fire that is all consuming. I'm trembling with the tension of unleashing this fire slowly, oh so slowly, wanting to savor ever single moment of this incredible experience with you.

I wedge the toes of my boots into the bed. My legs and torso suddenly go rigid with tension and coiled power. I unleash that power slowly, deliberately. Shuddering with sheer pleasure as my cock penetrates your ass. I don't pause. I don't try to ease you into taking my dick bit by bit. I don't use any lube other than my precum.

Instead I thrust my cock all the way to the hilt up your ass in one painstakingly slow but relentless thrust.

I know this is gonna hurt, I'm not a small man downstairs, but I also know that you can handle me. You are man enough to take anything I give you.

The feel of your silky smooth ass enveloping my manhood, the indescribable knowing that my very manhood is deep inside your body threatens to overwhelm my senses, my kiss turns even more aggressive, my hands on your biceps and shoulders tighten into a steel hard grip and a low rumbling groan escapes my throat even as I'm kissing and fucking you.
04:25 Shutupandfight: The feeling of you grabbing and kneading my muscle drives me crazy. I feel worshipped by this beautiful, powerful fighter on top of me.

That power really comes through when I feel you thrust into my ass in one slow but powerful motion. Not violent but not gentle. It's exactly what I needed from you. I moan low and loud into you as we continue kissing. With more aggression and passion than before. Feeling filled by you. The heat is intense. A hundred feelings stir in me right now but all I can do is kiss you harder, trying to bring you even closer to me.
04:35 AgentDerekSteel: I find my rhythm after that initial thrust clears the way, and begin driving my cock in and out of your ass, the motion sending electric waves of pleasure throughout my body. At the end of each stroke, I feel my dick slamming against your prostrate, and feel the hard twitch of your cock nestled up against my abs from each impact.

Normally, I could care less whether the man I'm fucking is enjoying it or not, but now, suddenly, the knowledge that my dick inside you is giving you enormous pleasure twists my guts all over again. Derek Steel has lived his life taking care of business, looking after number one. I wasn't a selfish man exactly, I was generous when it suited me, I looked after the squad of mercenaries that served under me, but all that was just business. I had never had room for this kind of intimacy, personal attachments. But clearly, they had room for me. My world was being rocked.

AHFFFUCKKKKKkk

I moan louder, suddenly the inevitable roiling started in my nuts, the sign of a building orgasm as unstoppable as the tide. I focused every ounce of self-discipline I possessed and leashed it, held it back, straining at the seams. I broke off my kiss and raised my head over yours. I wanted to look in your eyes. I needed to be connected to you for this. And.. there was NO WAY IN HELL I was going to unleash my load until you were ready with yours.
04:41 Shutupandfight: I can tell that you're thinking a million different thoughts right now. I know you're no ordinary man. I want to know more about you. But right now all I can think about is how fucking incredible this feels. The shocks rip through me with each thrust and I can feel my orgasm building. I'm about to cum and I haven't even touched my cock. When you break the kiss and look at me, I know you're about ready to blow. All I can do is nod. Silently telling you that it's time. The rhythm gets more erratic, hands go everywhere so I can feel as much of your beautiful fighter's body as I can here at the height of pleasure.
04:45 AgentDerekSteel: I can feel it building in you, as it's building in me, and suddenly I thrust my cock in to the hilt and hold it there, my body shuddering, every muscle tense with exertion as my balls unload deep in the middle of your ass, erupting with rope after rope of thick cum in the centre of your core. The orgasm is more complete than I can ever remember, starting at the tips of my toes and rushing through every cell in my body like a tidal wave. I scream out an unintelligible jumble of noises, joined with you, my body in contact with yours, feeling you share the same sensation with me.
04:48 Shutupandfight: I let go once I feel you release. I can't remember having an orgasm so intense. Thick ropes of cum shoot all the way to my neck, covering my chest and abs. I hold you for dear life as my body is rocked by such a powerful feeling. My shouts of ecstasy mixing with yours. Anyone who heard us would know exactly what was happening and I didn't give a fuck
04:53 AgentDerekSteel: I collapse on top of you, my exhaustion total. My dick stays in your ass, even as it softens. I need to be in you, even now. Even after releasing, when I'd normally just pull out and walk away, satiated. Not this time.

Covered in sweat, and glued to your chest by your seed. My head falls down next to yours, my body relaxing on top of yours, still delighting in the contact, though not so much driven by purely physical desire as something deeper. A wave of incredible tenderness rolls over me, tempering my exhaustion. Unconsciously, my hand is stroking the side of your head, gently rubbing your hair, your stubble. I whisper finally in your ear, "Steel. Derek Steel." I think you've earned my name.
05:09 Shutupandfight: I shiver as you whisper in my ear. Such a hardass name for a hardass dude. But you're proving to be so much more. The gentle way you're touching me now is hitting me somewhere deep down and I like it.

I turn to face you and I run my fingers through your hair. One soft, lingering kiss before I whisper back, "Evan Riley. Nice to meet you, Derek."
05:17 AgentDerekSteel: I smile softly. Evan Riley. I lay there on top of you. I try out the sound of your name, "Evan."

I shift us then, rolling onto my side, my cock softened to half mast still doesn't fully leave your ass. I spoon with you then on the bed. The night is hot, and we are more than enough heat for each other. I wrap my arm around your chest, exploring the thick mass of your chest as I pull your body up against mine. I kiss your neck, and holding you as closely to me as I can, never wanting to let you go, my exhausted body and mind starts to drift asleep.
05:28 Shutupandfight: My name sounds so beautiful coming from your mouth. You shift around me and hold me in bed, uncovered because we're hot enough.

I place my hand on yours as it rests on my chest and I lace our fingers once more. Then I drift off to sleep

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