Long Form Roleplayers

02:11 ErikAtlas: You slam the shit out of me outside the ring.... wrecking my back on the apron... I hit the deck...They start howling and siding with you. They want to touch you... I'm watching them, they like the dark hair and swarthy look... I need to fight this smarter, this ain't the first time you did this to me in a crowd, remembering Pewley Hill. I got an idea...

I get to moving to get up and stagger left and quick back letting men get between us... I get steady enough. I bump into one merc... YANK....I have in my hand a grenade. OH SHIT it's live... or is it? I shove close to you and yur new friends... and flash the grenade in yur face and pull open yur trunks. DROP it in... and shove you at your friends...

HOWLING AND SCATTERING away... mayhem suddenly breaks out... The Prince howls with delight! (I have no idea if this is live munitions, but it is a level up from our usual antics...) I scramble around the corner of the ring....!!!
From the floor I scan these men, armed to the teeth. What could go wrong?

02:13 WHAT THE FUCK!!! I frantically dig the grenade from my trunks as the mercs scatter in all directions. Turning I see you turn the corner of the ring.
Red Mist descends in my eyes. I charge at you, sending men out of my way.
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ATLAS. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN WALKING YOU CUNT!"
You turn to face me as I slam into you and we both crash to the deck in front of the VIPS who cheer and whoop the brutal action.

02:17 ErikAtlas: You fumble the grenade from your trunks... I could wait around to see what happens to the grenade, if it was live, if it even works? I focus on my rival.... he flies into a titanic rage... as planned, but SH!T if you're not ready to see Adam angry, the look is terrifying. His face gets red, his muscled body snaps to striated primal power, veins stand out - his IQ plummets before your eyes and his desire to kill is all that's left. Kind of what I wanted… crazy right?

You charge like a raging Kaiju and hit me... we crash into the deck. I ain't nice sometimes - this may come as a surprise to some. This is one of those times... my hands CLAMP with rippling POWER on Adam's neck and SQUEEEEEEEEEZE tight crushing hard! YOUR EYES BUG OUT FURTHER as I choke the shit out of you! Your hands claw at mine and you kick hard... I roll you to your back, straddling your right leg and start the ground and pound! HUGE FISTS HAMMERING YOUR FACE AND NECK to make you surrender....

Never in our fights have you seen me this direct about kicking your ass!

02: 21 wresadam: Your hands crush my throat and I kick and gasp for air. I look into your eyes and I see pure rage and hate - the real Atlasfinally revealed. You might play the aww shucks hometown hero but this is the real you - the monster within - even more vicious than Dark Atlas.

My vision swims as you pound fists down on me trying to beat me to a pulp. Desperation drives me and I rake your face hard, going for your eyes. You roll off me and I scramble away, desperate to put some distance between us.

I find myself by the ring. Pulling up, I roll in and then try to rise.
Where the fuck is fucking cunting Atlas - got to get eyes on him.

BOOOOOMMMM! “FUCK!!” The grenade goes off over the edge. One of the gunmen threw it overboard. It could’ve gone off in my trunks. Atlas tried to kill me!

02:26 ErikAtlas: Aughgh! Your hands are strong and rip red lines across my face! I get off you and stagger back feeling the edge of the ring behind me but blinded to the action happening. I stop and listen - it’s a trick I learned because you keep blinding me so many times. I hear the Prince laughing. I get a rise of irritation in my throat and have to remind myself we get to stay alive as long as he's happy. Then

BOOOOOMMMMM!! I hear you scream in surprise and I turn to face you. I grab your thick shoulders and fire a nice kick at your gut. I'm still half blind but freely sure of my targeting.

02:31 wresadam: UUUUUUUUGH you slug a massive fist into my face and I drop to the mat. Dazed, I try to roll away as you clear your vision and come after me. As you close I rise to one knee then explode up, driving my shoulder into your gut. Hands under your arse I lift you and run, smashing you back into the post. You groan and sag as I step back then sweep your legs from under you. You drop on your arse in the corner.

Holding the top ropes, I unleash a barrage of stomps to your pecs and gut. "FUCK YOU ATLAS YOU CUNT" I roar as you crumple to the matt.

Planting my boot in your throat, I press down s the Prince and his lackeys jeer and laugh.

02:35 ErikAtlas: New rule… when Adam goes crazy, let him; don’t join him - don’t be him! I get so wrapped up in killing my rival that he hits me low and slams me into the post! You keep firing kicks with ugly years of practice. You see the welts forming on my chest and arms, covering to protect my face and head.

02:39 wresadam: I step back as you cower in the corner, your breathing a series of ragged gasps. A can hear the giggling of the Prince and the cheers and whoops of the watching sailors. I reach over and grab the tag rope and wrench it away from the turnbuckle. I grab a fist of your curly blonde hair and drag you out of the corner into the middle of the ring. Making sure we are facing the rich cunt who is paying for this party.

Standing behind you as you sway on your knees, I wrap the rope round your thick neck and yank it tight. The rope bites deep into your muscled neck and you arch and hiss, grabbing at it as I look down at you. “Time to submit, you piece of shit!” I bellow. Your face turns red as the veins on your neck stand out as you spit and fight for air. “ Your arse is gonna be like a windsock by the time these sailors finish with you!” I snarl and twist the rope tighter.

02:43 ErikAtlas: Kicks thundering into me … working to get my eyes working and open them just in time to see you RED WITH FURY and a rope around my neck! FUKK!! Pulling me to the center of the ring and choking the shit out of me!

The Prince is looking at this with delight. My first clue these guys don’t know there’s supposed to be actual rules about this game… they love this move. On one knee gagging and watching the world start to spin… I get my hand around your leg. (I wish u warnt such a sick fuck… furry muscled leg I could spend days amusing myself with a hard on… and those fine legs are attached to evil.) I HUG that leg and PRESS standing!

I LIFT and drop back SLAMMING your head into the mats thrashing hard to escape the choke!

02:49 wresadam:
Suddenly you lift me up and BOOM!!! I crash down to the mat. The back of my head hits hard and for a few seconds all is blazing white. I can feel you thrashing trying to escape the choke and as you slip away I roll in the opposite direction to the ropes. Dragging to one knee I see you across the ring from me clutching at your neck which has a thin red rope burn deep in your skin. I grin and you glare pure rage at me. Nothing like getting under Atlas’ skin, pissing the cunt right off. As you stagger up I launch myself at you. We crash into the ropes and I slam a couple of brutal shots into your ribs.

02:52 ErikAtlas: You've been all over me and I’m still gagging and recovering from that choke nearly blacking me out! The shots to my core blast through my abdominal armor, always a bitch when you decide to use those shoulders like a weapon! The pain drops me to my knees in front of you, still in the corner, (as if your ego needs any more inflation. You get to see me on my knees now.) My huge shoulders and back on display, nearly on all fours. It’s time to change this up. I Grab your trunks and PULL them down around your knees and SHOVE you back onto your ass! There, that should adjust your ego some….

02:55 wresadam: YOU FUCKER!! I scream as I drag my trunks back up. The Prince and his flunkies are pissing themselves laughing and you lean on the ropes and drop me a cocky wink. The red mist descends. Before I know I’m on you grabbing hold of your head and slamming 1 2 3 4 5 massive knees into your gut. The roaring is me sounding like a rabid wolf and your boots are liften clean off the matt over and over again. I underhook your arms and suplex you into the centre of the ring where you clutch your ravaged gut and rock and moan. I move onto you, staddle you and grab a fist of hair. “YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE PIECE OF SHIT!” I roar and start to pound your face with my other fist.

02:59 ErikAtlas: You carve those knees into my guts over and over and then find myself locked in your arms… huge furry body locked in sends me for a ride! SLAMMMM I get my arms up blocking you hammering my face. You hammer and hammer and we stalemate you failing to hurt me but I don't dare lift the block.

03:05 Wresadam: Pushing up from you as you cover your face to block my assault I raise my boot and slam it down on your gut wrecking your abs more. You curl up coughing exposing your broad back. Too tempting a target. Your howl as I DRIVE a boot into your kidneys. As you flop on the mat I look down at you. Grab your head, and pull you to sit. Dropping on one knee behind you, I wrap my arm around your neck and clinch on a brutal headlock and strangle. I pour the pressure on.

“YOU’RE GOIN’ OUT YOU FUCKING PILE OF SHIT!” I snarl.

03:08 ErikAtlas: Getting my ass beaten, my offense smothered by your brutal domination tactics, the place is looking like this is settled and it’s just the details now… and they can fuck that. You feel the move start in my back, flexing to iron and recruiting power. Then I grab your locked hand on my neck and fish out your pinkie, hand fighting PULLING that hand till your grip is pried open! I feel you getting ready to reach up and grab your head and pull you over me… I pry loose with my right hand, my feet snap to a planted position and shoving you back as I rise… your furry arm trying to re-close on me…

03:11 Wresadam: Fucking Atlas Why won’t you just fucking quit!! Realizing I am losing control of you I roll away and rise to my feet as you do the same a fraction slower. Roaring I charge at you, arm out to decapitate you with a brutal clothesline.

03:17 ErikAtlas: you rage at me about quitting… are you mental? Quitting to you might be suicidal right now… I ain't done with living. OK, maybe I’m being a drama queen, but losing here could be bad in 10thousand ways. You roll off me and quit this hold so you can re-group with control. I come up and you charge at me, that thick arm aiming to rip my head off! I CHARGE… sure I get hit, but about 5 feet before you’re up to speed and I meet YOU with a brutal right hook to the face!

The groan from the troupes as they watch tells how bad that double hit looked… we hit the mats, your nose raining blood, my throat gagging hard!

03: 23 wresadam: Fuck! I hold my hand to my nose, boots kicking the matt. Fuckin’ Atlas never knows when to quit. I roll to the ropes and pull up slowly. Turning I see you pulling up on the other side. Charging at you I hit you with another clothesline. We both hit the ropes and flip over the top rope, crashing to the deck below.

03:28 ErikAtlas: Gagging, working to stand, I feel a rumbling through the mats, a sensation to feel more than see. I look up in time to see you hitting me with that clothesline… committed to that move! TRUMBLING HARD an avalanche of muscle, fur, and sweat. Hit the apron and HIT the floor! The threat level goes up as we’re surrounded by boots… I’m laid out on my back on the sun heated deck.

Getting up… I’m gonna kick his ass… you land on the decks next to me… crawling to land on top of you SWINGING would fists hammering you!

03: 31 wresadam: Suddenly I am lying on my back looking up at the deep blue sky - the metal deck hot on my back. I roll to one elbow trying to rise when I feel you grab my shoulder and pre me flat on my back. What the ….??

03:35 ErikAtlas: You see the rage building.. The shit you did to me over the years and the pressing need to WIN this one today. I will get us out of here if I win. You will do some scheme and I get fed to the fishies. SLAMMING your face rocking your head…

Getting off you, pushing soldiers back away from me. Pulling you up to your feet I get behind you… huge arms wrap around your waist low low on your waist…. I LIFT and turn with a SUPLEX SLAM - NOT on the decks but aiming your back right on the edge of the ring SLAMMING the edge into your spine!

03:38 wresadam: You slam your huge fist into my face over and over - almost if I’ve done something to piss you off - imagine what it could be. You rise from me and drag me up then - AWWWWWWWWWWWW FUCCCCCCCCCCK JESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIST!! - you suplex my lower back into the ring apron! I’ve done my share of suffering in the ring - but nothing like this. MY BACK!!! The pain! The whole world is sheer agony. My vision is pure white light. I can hear you guttural breathing near and the sailors gasps and floating high above the high pitched giggle of His Royal Highness the Psychotic prick.

03:41 ErikAtlas: Time to get you back into the ring. But first… I stand and STOMP your right hand BUSTING it like one of those desert spiders. STOMP! I hit it again and get a good bloody splat on the deck! You wail in pain, and sure, that makes mah dick hard… probably will till you puke and die. Pulling you off the decks I SCOOP tween your legs and toss you between the ropes… getting into the ring with you… now… time to finish you…

03:44 Wresadam: You stomp my hand and I feel bones break. Another brutal stomp and I howl in agony. MY hand!! You drag me up and throw me back into the ring. Rolling over, I scoot on my arse til my back is against a corner, holding my wrecked hand closed against my chest.

03:48 ErikAtlas: NOW you get your back to the corner and I charge in… HUGE boot stomp to your face! Grabbing the top ropes pinning you into the corner I LEAP and SWING my legs into the corner engulfing your face into my crotch! Huge legs clamp into place, my weight pinning your neck to the second turnbuckle! The head scissor VISE crushes your face, your head, knees over your ears sliding to place my thighs right there. The vault of Atlas mansweat and crushing headbusting pressure locked around your head I SQUEEEZE without mercy! “QUIT!.... NOW!!!”

03:53 wresadam: Brutal stomp to the face - I have definitely pissed Atlas off somehow. Then your huge thighs envelop my head - the huge thick muscle crushing on either side. My face is pressed up against your nut sack. The crushing pain makes me scream into your nuts as your man scent musk sends my cock surging. I flop and flail, boots kicking the matt, fists pounding at your thighs.

03:58 ErikAtlas: The bloody face in my legs reshapes hard, coughing and sputtering blood on my legs. You pound on my legs and your messed up hand swells as you try to get free. “Quit you piece of shit… then I’ll get us off this madhouse ship!” My voice ragged, my neck still ripped up from that long choke you put me through… I try to keep my voice down, but for fucks sake I really LOVE crushing this bastard’s head till he screams. I’m faking the ideas around escape. I want you hurt!

So I FLEX BRUTAL hard and roll out of the corner, dragging you to the center of the ring, mounting your face STILL in the vise. Huge 33” legs crush the fuck out of your head. I LIFT my hips and GRIND down harder, rubbing your forehead on the rough canvas!

04:01 wresadam: AGGGGGHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NNNNNNNOOOO PLEEEEASEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!! Your crush and grind my head and I scream into your bulging crotch. You say something to me gut I am so far gone in pain that it doesn’t register. You crush my head harder as you grind my forehead into the mat. The pain is indescribable and then all goes dark.

04:05 ErikAtlas: This is my rival - the most bitter fights in my life have happened against this man! We fought in churches and hellscapes. We fought in a city under the crosshair of a massive hurricane. We fought and fought… sometimes losing why. I watch you go out and this crowd might not slight me for crushing you until your head busts. I have that power!

I SLAM your head into the mats again and release you madly, kicking you out of my legs as I roll. Getting up ignoring the entertained cheers and bickering of bets settling, or not settling. There’s only a few stabbings over it.

But I’m not DONE! I rain stomps over your body making sure when you wake up, you will be bruised and in agony for a week.

My ears are split with audio feedback as the Prince touches the microphone. He addresses the troops. Apparently, the fight is over. Men with the cattle prods come into the ring and separate us, fixed on me to keep me from killing you I suppose. The address to the troops makes them all cheer. He suddenly holds up an iPhone and reads… in English. “And now, the captured slaves to our entertainment will fuck and get nasty bouncy bouncy!” He sits down and waits. The men with the cattle prods strip off your trunks.

One comes up to me to strip me and gets a palm to the face! “Naw naw i got this….” Clearly, that’s not allowed. The men with prods heat ‘em up and get ready to hit me. I put up my hands and let their fluffer do the job. Slowly stripping me, taking his time looking at my cock. I roll my eyes as his excess of ceremony…. But my hands are still up.

04:09 wresadam: I come round looking up at the hot blue sky. Looking down I am stark bollock naked and you are standing there while some fucker strips you. So His Royal Fucking Highness wants to see you take your prize. I push up on my elbows and look at you. You glare back at me. “Fuck You Atlas!” I snarl. “You better hope and pray they never let me off this boat, cos I’m fucking coming for you. I’ll fucking end you I swear it” I glare at you. No doubt you will have some Texas bullshit response but I don’t fuckign care any more. This one ends with one of us in a box in the dirt.

04:13 ErikAtlas: “See, I’d believe all that if I dint secretly know u like it up the ass. No shame Adam, you be you and I’ll help. Every good dom needs a happy bottom ready to take cock. I see in your face you agree…” Nothing would please me more than to see you beaten and tasered for mouthing off. Hoping I can get you riled up. I look at the guards… “I’m going to get on with ‘bouncy bouncy’ if you don’t mind?” I smile.

Between the Texas accent, the strange turns of phrase, and the lack of caring about what anyone speaking English has to say, the guy blinked a lot, but still kept his AK in my face. The Prince bellows into the microphone something that takes about 2 minutes to get out. The guard in front of me winces and blinks, looking like he’s being verbally slapped.. Over and over in fact. I have to confess I don’t know how big his balls are, but they’re definitely in a sling.

He finally steps out of the way. “You are required to proceed to the fucking….” I shove him out of the way and GRAB Adam by the hair and shove him into the corner of the ring, face first. I scan my eyes around and find the guy that has the gun belt I signed. “Hey, fuckbuddy. I need that belt…”

His face runs through confusion, resistance, and thrill his idol is talking to him. I see his inner calculations stop as he mutters the words, “Fuckbuddy? Me?” Then he starts fumbling to un-latch his rifle belt. He tosses it to me, leaving me to wonder if someday I might have to pay up on that ‘fuckbuddy’ comment. I make it special for him and rub it in my crotch…He nearly passes out! I turn to Adam… then double the belt over and WHIP Adam’s back!

04:15 wresadam: You throw me into the corner. Kneeling there , I face out to the jeering bastards who are surrounding the ring. The Prince is laughing and jeering through the mic. I look back and see you wiping a belt across your fetid crotch whole some bloke drools. You swagger over to me. I turn my face to the pad and breath deep.
CRACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK. The belt lashes my back. I grind my face into the turnbuckle to stop from crying out. I suck in air - while deep inside the hatred for you turns into a white hot core.

04:18 ErikAtlas: I see you burning… honest, this is the trouble tween us. I love seeing you suffer and it always makes my dick hard. My inner Hero takes a beer break in the back and ignores the following. CRAKKKK! That was for what you did to Scott. CRAKKKKK! That was for Bedlam…. CRAKKKK that was for Florida….CRAKKKKK! That was for hurting my friend Butch McMann… and then the whole score card disappears, I just do it for fun now! CRAKKKKK! CRAKKKKK! CRAKKKKK! CRAKKKKK! CRAKKKKK!.....

04:21 Wresadam: You lash my back brutally, over and over. My back is reduced to raw meat and the blood flows. Hanging to the ropes , I fight it before - AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I howl in pure agony as the men cheer. “ FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ATLASSSSSSSSSSS YOU CUNNNNNNNNNNNNT “ I roar at the top of my voice.

04:25 ErikAtlas: “Nothin but love songs bitch…” I close in quick and tie your arms behind you with the belt. I give your smashed hand a good SQUEEZE just to remind you it’s there and I can torture you any second I want. I PULL you by the hair out of the corner… RUNNING your face down the ring rope! … The aim is to get you way way off balance and lay you over my knee. Your bare ass now exposed… your belt-whipped back red and angry. CRAKKKKK! I slap you in the ass spanking you like the tantrum baby you are. “Beg me to fuck you…. Do it!” CRAKKKKK CRAKKKKK CRAKKKKK CRAKKKKK!!!

04: 29 wresadam: Tying me up, raking my face along the rope torturing my busted hand - I grit my teeth as you brutalise me more and more. Then you lay me over your knee, my muscled arse in the air. Then you start to spank my arse, putting all your strength into it - “Beg me to fuk you” you roar - “Do it!”
“ FUCK YOU !” I yell back. “NEVER!”

04:33 ErikAtlas; See? No one expected you to actually say that, I mean the begging part, not the ‘fuck-you’ part. And you know you don’t have to, because that’s our ticket off this rusty bucket of crazy, someone fucking someone. I just KNEW you’d be giving me an excuse to spank you more…. 5…. 10…. 20 slaps on your ass later you’re bright red and my hand is sizzling…. CRAKKKKKK one last one! The men on deck are laughing hard at your expense. I finally DUMP you onto the canvas on your face… Standing I FLEX for the crown and bow to his Highness, naked and sporting a big cock. Phones come out and pictures are taken. “Get ready…” I say looking down at you… pulling you up to the corner… our eyes meet… Red swollen face, broken hand, arms locked behind you… fine chest out… “You look like hell. You should take better care of yourself.”

04:37 wresadam: You blabber your inane shit as you drag me to the corner. Standing over me -“You look like hell. You should take better care of yourself.” I look up at you and spit a wad of saliva and blood up at you. No quarter given to the Atlas cunt,

04:42 ErikAtlas: SPIT…. At ME??!!…. There are precious few things in the world that trigger irrational rage in me. Spitting on me? THAT’S ONE…. I SCOOP between your legs GRABBING YOUR BALLS in a brutal crush LIFTING and executing a face planting POWERSLAM drilling your face into the mats hard! BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! The troops scatter realizing they are still in the violence zone and that one ignited a dark cruelty in me. I put you on your back and SLAP your face brutally! “I’ll get a stapler and keep your lips from doing that again… or maybe a needle and thread?”

04:47 Wresadam: AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH you crush my balls scooping me up before smashing me face first into the matt. I black out for a moment, then come around as you slap my face raging at me. I lock eyes with you and laugh. “Do you…. think I’m scared of you Atlas? You better kill me here ‘cos if you don’t one day I will piss all over you!”

04:52 ErikAtlas: I’m DONE talking to you! I Grab your hair, pull you up, and slam you into the corner! You feel my sweat slick chest and body slam against your back and my cock DRIVES into your ass! No love, no foreplay, no lube, no mercy - BURIED to the root! My hands SLAP on your trap muscles and GRIP in teasing into nerves and muscle!I WRING into the muscles at your neck and RIP in horribly! “CRY bitch… CRY!”

The love is gone…. Not like it ever was there. I look at the Prince as an ally right now. His men will wreck Adam and I’ll be done with him. The hatefuck isn’t a performance…its true hate.

04:59 wresadam: You drag me up and throw me into the corner and start a brutal rape of me. You claw my trap and scream at me to cry. UUUUGH fuck it hurts as your manhood rips into my guts as you grunt and snarl and swear, brutally fucking me.This is different - Atlas has changed . I grab the ropes and roar my defiance - FUCKKKKKKKK YOU ATLAS YOU CUNTTTTTTTTT!

05:03 “FUCK ME? Is that right?” I show you POWER you never see from me…. My hands WRENCH into your trap muscles wringing them like dish towels shedding skin and tearing muscle, FOREARMS RIPPLING as I tear into you…. “CRY you fucking BITCH!” USING THAT DREADED GRIP AS A HANDLE… I fuck you brutally, shaking your whole frame and body. I watch the crowd of smiling thugs around me slowly lose their smiles… melting to a somber slack jaw stare… (OF course, there’s wicked sadists peppered through the group who smile BIGGER now….) Blood runs in thin rivulets from your traps down your back. “I’ll beat you to death if you bleed on my cock…. Don’t do it!” The warning is simmering… and of course impossible to control…

I lift my gaze and watch the Prince standing slowly. Of course, the whole witness platform stands as well. His disinterested guests have been texting and whispering, now forced to stand because his Royal Highness stands, they turn and watch. Lips curl in disgust. Some take notes. Some quietly whisper between themselves. The Prince’s personal assistant tried to convince his Highness it’s time to leave. He backhands the worm and never takes his eyes off us.

It’s like watching this down a tunnel of adrenaline and rage. My cock is loving this ride and my balls aching to bust a load into this fucker. I keep fucking harder and harder tearing into your trap muscles and those sensitive nerves!

5:09 wresadam: Your fuck becoems even more brutal and sadisitic and the shouts from the men tail off as your claw rips into my neck and shoulders. The blood flows as you snarl and abuse me, ripping into my body with your cock. I lock my mouth shut - You will get nothing from me Atlas You Cunt. My rage glows hotter and hotter. You threaten me and I turn my head to look at you. You are raging , your face twisted. AT last - the true face of Atlas revealed. I have been defeated in the ring, but I win the big prize. Atlas is now an animal…

05:11 ErikAtlas: Yes, I catch your glaring glance… I have become the monster you've been craving, and of course, you’re ready to take credit for a fury forged by the whole stupid world!I feel my hands rip muscle under your skin and bruising blooms hideous underneath. Releasing my grip - an agony coming to your traps as the nerves clamped off now FIRE to life again - my fists bite into your your ribs with every cock thrust now! RIGHT HOOK! SLAMMMM! AND THRUST!
LEFT HOOK!
THRUST!
RIGHT HOOK!
THRUST!

“Beg ME TO STOP….”

05:12 wresadam: You release the grip on my traps and pain floods through me as the blood flows back. Then - BOOM - BOOM - BOOM - you pound fists into my ribs in time with your thrusts. I crumple on the post, my cheek scraping back n forth across the top pad in time with your thrusts. All these is pain - no pleasure from the fuck . This is Atlas at his most brutal. Maybe he will kill me.

“BEG ME TO STOP” you howl. I raise my head with my last ounce of strength and resistance

“NEVER!”

05:16 ErikAtlas: You shout NEVER and I SLAP you in the ear hole from behind! CRAAKKK! Blood on my hands splatters across your face from the impact! I GRAB your head slamming it into the top turnbuckle and SHOVE IN MY COCK HARD a sword all the way! CUMSHOT! The howl in your ear is animal and furious!

Pulling out of you I Grab you by the belt around your arms and Rush the ropes behind us crossing the ring and TOSS you over the ropes into the crowd of men!... I VAULT over the top ropes and land BOOTS down hard, naked as dawn. I Grab you by the leg and pull you to that 50 foot limit. Freeing your arms, taking the “Hotel California” belt with me… I TOSS you over the line… officially now NOT in the domain of civilized men. Walking to the ring in a strut through the sea of horny men.

I notice men parting out of my way. I’m so furious, blood on my chest and hands from beating on you and clawing your traps. I hate being this angry and Adam gets me there. Wiping blood and a single tear off my face, I get back to the ring. Of course, I wasn’t born yesterday. They can decide to invade “NATO space” any time they want - why is the ring NATO and the rest not? I don’t know or care. I’m just hanging onto any rule now to keep me from being a worse animal. I drop the gun belt in front of the soldier that owns it. He grabs it eagerly.

05:22 wresadam: Through a haze of pain and anger and hate I feel you pump your load into me. We have taken each other apart many times before, this is a level of brutality that is new. You throw me over the ropes and I smash to the floor groaning. You drag me by the leg and throw me over the boundary to the wolves. They fall on me, fighting and tearing at each other. I am nailed aloft and carried off below decks by the howling mob. Before I am swallowed by hell, the last thing I see is you standing in the ring, smirking at me. That’s when I made the promise to myself. Atlas will be destroyed - by me. “Goodbye Cupcake…” you hear me say, my last words this day.

05:28 ErikAtlas: I watch Adam dragged away. It was going to be one of us. Did he have to say that? My heart lurching. I hate this outcome! I turn away so I don’t have to watch. I don’t have to watch the sharks eat. I turn in time to see the ropes of the ring dismantled and an armed escort bringing the Prince into the ring area. Men surround me and my knees get kicked and I find myself forced to my knees. Like…HELL I STAND against their push to put me down.

“No no no!” The Prince admonishes the men. “He will kneel when he wants to. I’m sure he wants to?” He looks around at everyone. Then his eyes meet mine. It was a quiet way to remind me he holds all the cards and I get paid or leave only if he wishes. My huge chest lifts as I take a deep sigh and kneel on one knee, like I would to my coach in the game. “See? He is willingly honoring me.” He pulls out of somewhere a wad of bills lapped together with a silver foil and tosses it to the mats. It’s not US currency. It looks like Monopoly money. I do not touch it. Not because of its country of origin, I’m sure it spends fine. I just don’t want to be paid for this.

“It’s time to ask you a couple questions, my Titan. Rise please.” I get to my feet, my body still hurting from the half beating I just took. I loom over his Highness, hands at my sides. He brazenly touches my chest. Pulling away flecks of sweat and blood, there is cawing of objections from his people. He holds his hand out and takes a towel from an assistant. Wiping me down, stepping closer. He stops himself from tasting the skin on my neck, the attraction he has for me is unmistakable.

“Take Atlas to the Helicopter! I will escort him back to Athens!”

Everyone moved quickly. The Prince is swept to the chopper. The second mate with the clipboard came close, instructing men to clean me off. I’m mostly naked and they bring me one of those long dress shirts. They get the biggest one they have and it’s still very tight on my chest. “You look good in Thobe, Atlas,” the mate said. “You should maybe stay.”

“No.”

The answer was icy enough to make fog in the sun. He steps back, fearing violence. Looking at the floor, he saw I hadn’t touched the money. He gestures at the floor. I ignore him. Throwing up his hands, one of the soldiers took the money. I don’t want it.

The robes I now wear billow in the gusts from the chopper blades. Taking a seat next to his Highness and they made lift off. The 6 hour flight to Athens is spent with a Prince touching my leg.

I don’t know where the money went.
Or Adam.

Published: 2022-05-08, viewed 158 times.