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Dadicus
The night air was thick, pierced by the abrupt bursts of gunfire and explosions from upstairs. The boys were at it again, testing the limits of my new stereo and my patience with whatever shoot-'em-up game was blasting through the ceiling. Down in my basement gym, the atmosphere was different. The air hung heavy, saturated with the smell of my sweat, cologne, and pure determination. My wrestling match was this Friday, and the clock was ticking.
Dadicus
I wiped my brow with the back of my wrist, my gray tank top soaked through and clinging. On my third set of reps, every muscle burned. I grabbed my water bottle, took a long pull, and watched the sweat drip from my chin onto the mat. With a grunt, I peeled the drenched shirt off and tossed it to the side. The sudden quiet from above was a relief. "Finally," I muttered to the empty room, cracking my neck. Time for the final push. The only thing breaking the silence now was my rough breathing and the rhythm of my kettlebell reps beside the ring. Everything else could wait.
Robert H
My friend Dax invited me over. I’ve been over at his house and we’re just hanging out playing different games. It’s been a fun time so far but the evening is starting to get late. Dax tells me that I can definitely stay the night. And so I take him up on that offer. We stopped playing the video games and he tells me that he’s gonna go take a shower. He tells me to make myself at home, the only rule is to not go and bother you down in the basement. I waved my hand at him and tell him to go take care of his shower.
Robert H
As he’s in the shower, I walk around the house, just exploring a bit. Then I come to the basement door. I know he told me not to go down, but there is a huge curiosity that I have. ‘One look won’t hurt.’ I tell myself. I opened the door slowly and slowly walk downstairs. I close the door behind me quietly. Then I come down and I see you working out. “Oh Fuck.” I say aloud. I instantly regret it cause I see you look over.
Dadicus
The last rep burned, my muscles screaming as I locked out. The voice from the stairs wasn't Dax’s. Higher, laced with panic. His little friend. My eyes stayed locked onto yours. I keep moving towards the finish line. "7... ghmm... 8," I grunted through clenched teeth, the weight settling back into the floor with a final, metallic clank. I stretched my neck, the bones letting out a soft pop in the sudden quiet of the gym. "There’s one rule," I said, my voice low and flat, cutting through the humid air. "I told Dax he is obligated to enforce when he has friends over. He is supposed to tell every single one of you that the basement is off-limits while I’m training. Actually, it’s always off-limits. This is my space."
Dadicus
I pushed off from the bench, the movement fluid despite the exhaustion. I start walking toward the staircase, each step deliberate on the rubber matting. My body was still sheened with sweat, the old gray sweats hanging low on my hips, the waistband darkened and heavy with it. They rode lower than usual, and the damp fabric did little to hide the solid outline beneath.
Dadicus
I see your eyes dart down for a split second before snapping back up to my face, wide with a mix of fear and unwanted fascination. I stopped a few feet from the bottom step, looking at you. you had nowhere to go but back up. "Robert.. correct" a smirk watches on my face "You understand the word 'off-limits,' don’t you? or did Dax not say anything" I let the question hang there. "Now you’re in my space. And I don’t like interruptions. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Robert H
You walk over towards me. There’s a tension in the air. As you walk over, I examine your body. Every muscle and every fiber. I feel my bulge starting to activate. Seeing you as you walk towards me and imagining what could come next. As you get closer, I feel my heart racing a little bit faster. Then you get close to the bottom steps. I see you standing there sweat dripping from you.
Robert H
“I’m sorry sir. I was just overly curious is all.” there’s a little bit of shakiness in my voice. Then I clear my throat. “So can I ask, why is the basement off-limits? Are you training for something?” as I look around the basement, I do see wrestling mats and a boxing ring.
Dadicus
I can see the tension in your shoulders, the way your eyes keep traveling over me even as you try to hold my gaze. I can’t blame you for the curiosity... I was the same at your age. Always poking where I shouldn’t. A bead of sweat rolls down my temple as I listen. Your voice is shaky. You’re nervous... Good... “Curiosity is one thing,” I say, my tone a little lower now. “Disobeying a direct rule is another.” I take one more step forward, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off my skin. “The basement is off-limits because this is where I get my work done. When I’m down here, I’m an athlete. I don’t like distractions... especially not with a match lined up.” I soften my expression just a fraction, enough to let you breathe again. “And I’m a bit OCD with my equipment. I like to know where everything is so I can move in and out quickly. No surprises.” I glance toward the wrestling mats, then back at you.
Robert H
“Sorry. That makes sense.” You walk up to me and I can feel your presence and your body. I cleared my throat and start talking with more confidence. “You have a match lined up? What kind of match? I both wrestle and box.” I glanced towards the mats and the ring. Thinking to myself this could be a chance to feel your body and get up close to it.
Dadicus
Your apology hangs there, thin in the thick air. “This Friday, yeah,” I say, my own attention already jumping track from my work out... my ADHD always does that... one of the big reasons I work out alone. My eyes flick back toward the far wall where my gear is stashed. “Lets say a Local circuit . Submission match.” When you mention you wrestle and box too, my gaze snaps back to you. There’s a new spark there, behind the nerves. I see it... You’re not just looking at the ring you’re picturing yourself on them.
Dadicus
“Oh,” I say, a low, curious tone edging into my voice. “So you’re on the same team as Dax?” I don’t wait for an answer. I turn and walk a few paces toward the ring, my back to you for a moment before I bend and scoop up my well-worn jump rope. The familiar weight of the handles settles in my palms. I turn back, giving the rope a casual, testing spin. It cuts the air with a sharp whirr. “You know your way around a ring, then, or have you still not gotten their” I say, watching you. “Curious about my work out routine… or just curious about getting up close in the ring?” I let the question hang, my expression unreadable.
Robert H
“Yeah I’m on the same team as your son.” I say. I see you turn and head towards the ring. I walked forward some. “I know my way around a ring. I’ve been in enough fights myself.” I get to the edge of the ring and look you up and down. “How about we have a match? I can give you a practice for your big match coming up.” I take my shirt off and throw it to the side.
Robert H
I come up to the ring ropes. I slide into the ring. “So what kind of rules and style?”
Dadicus
I watch you slide into the ring, the ropes bouncing around you. You’ve got the confidence, that’s for sure. I chuckle at the statement "a practice" this little kid. I chuckle to myself. But he’s Dax’s friend and looks eager to put on a show, so I will give him 10 minutes of my time and count it as a break before I continue with my workout. I reach down and grab the shirt you threw to the floor. I fold it neatly, placing it on the bench just outside the ring. "You know what kid... you decide." I step through the ropes and walk to the center of the ring, meeting you there. I look you up and down, assessing the stance. "Rules? Style? Up to you. Show me what you got."
Robert H
You take my shirt and put it on the outside of the ring. Then you tell me that I get to pick everything. You walk towards me standing in front of me. I look you up and down trying to figure out what I wanna do.
Robert H
“How about a No holds barred.” I want to feel all of you so this will give me the best chance for that. “All fighting styles allowed. We stop only when we’re both satisfied.” I say with confidence. I puff up my chest trying to look bigger.
Dadicus
"No holds barred..." I repeat the phrase, my eyes narrowing as I look at his puffed chest. "You know what that means, right? It means unrestricted, unrestrained combat with all limitations removed." I stare at you , genuinely confused by your audacity. "When we are both satisfied? What's up with the young people of this generation? Are you sure this is what you want?" My ADHD is kicking in, reason I tend to work out alone, but I can't ignore the challenge now. I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tension loosen, then firing up. I bounced on the balls of my feet, getting loose. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, a dangerous grin breaking across my face. "Because I don't do 'satisfied.' I do exhausted." I planted my feet and dropped into a low stance, eyes locked on yours.
Robert H
You repeat back everything I say, and you question it. But I stand up straighter and look you straight in the eyes. “I know what I said. And I know what I want! I wanna go all out with you.” I then take my shorts off, standing in just my black briefs. I see you get yourself planted and ready. I also plant my feet and get ready for this lock up. “Well let’s see what you got!”
Dadicus
Before you can even finish your sentence, I'm already moving. The second I see your stance shift, I close the distance. My arms lock around yours in a blur. I pivot hard, using your own forward energy against you, and in that same second, I capitalize. My bicep snakes around your neck, pulling you tight against my chest in a firm headlock. The smell of my sweat and the heat of my skin surround you.
Dadicus
I give a good, solid squeeze, not enough to hurt, but enough to make the pressure known. "Well," I grunt, my voice low right by your ear. "You asked for this." I don't let you settle. In one fluid motion, I release the headlock only to grab your wrist, twist your arm behind your back, and then immediately snake my other arm back around your neck, pulling you flush against me again. It's a brutal, efficient sequence that highlights the stark difference in our technique raw confidence versus practiced control. I hold you there, your back to my chest, my breath hot on your shoulder.
Robert H
Absolutely no time. You come fast and pull me into a headlock. I feel your arm sinking around my whole skull. I feel the pressure on my head. My arm is going up trying to get out. “Oh fuck..” you let me go before I can react you grab my arm pull it back into an arm lock behind my back your other arm going around my neck, pulling me into your body. I feel you breathing heavily against me. *Fuck you’re strong and quick* I think to myself.
Robert H
You’re up against my back. I feel you pulling my arm just slightly applying the pressure. Your bicep around my neck. But I’m just getting started. I immediately rushed backwards, hoping to slam you up against the corner turn buckle, and break free.
Dadicus
The sudden surge backward takes me off guard for a split second. My back slams into the corner post with a solid thud, the metal digging into my spine. A sharp grunt escapes me "Mghh!" as the air is forced from my lungs. But my arms don't loosen. If anything, the impact makes my grip tighten instinctively. I ride the slam, absorbing it through my legs and core, and keep you locked against me backed into the turn buckle. "Good try, kid," I grunt into your ear, my voice strained but controlled. I adjust my stance, planting my feet wider to stabilize us both . My bicep flexes harder around your neck, increasing pressure meant to test your limits.
Robert H
I managed to slam you back into the corner. But you keep on the chokehold tight. “Oh fuck!” I start struggling trying to get free. I start to squirm and pull at your arm. Then I twist my body some and then I swing my elbow back hard driving it into your ribs trying to get free from your grip. “Fuck you!!”
Dadicus
The first elbow sinks deep into my ribs a solid, sharp shot that makes my breath hitch. I grunt, but my arms stay locked. Tough kid... The second one follows, harder, right into the same spot. This time, my core muscles flinch involuntarily. My grip loosens... just enough for you to feel it. "Fuck!" I hiss through clenched teeth as the air leaves my lungs.
Robert H
I feel your grip loosen. I break free and quickly turn towards you. “Fuck!” With no break I swing a right hook towards your jaw followed by a left knee towards your gut. “Time to break you down!”
Dadicus
The right hook catches me clean on the jaw. My head snaps to the side, a bright flash of pain erupting behind my eyes. I stagger back a step, the world tilting for a second. Before I can reset, your left knee drives up and slams hard into my gut. All the air leaves my lungs in a pained whoosh. I double over, my arms instinctively wrapping around my midsection as a wave of nausea rolls through me. You mean business and I was careless.
Dadicus
I stay bent like that for a few seconds, gasping, fighting to pull air back into my burning lungs. I slowly straighten up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I look you in the eyes, a new, sharp respect flickering there alongside the pain. "Good," I manage, my voice rough. "Alright, Robert. You've got my attention. Now I can really have a work out". As I try to stand back up
Robert H
You slowly start standing getting up. I see that I’ve actually shocked you. “I told you not to underestimate me!” You didn’t expect me to be able to do this much damage. “Now I’m gonna show you why I said No Holds Barred.” As you start to stand back up, I wanna make sure that I don’t give you too much time to rest so I throw a right hook towards your ribs and try to follow up with a left upper cut to your jaw. I’m trying to keep up the pressure on you.
Dadicus
The right hook comes in fast, aiming for my ribs. I see it in the tensing of your shoulder. There's no time to fully evade, not with my head still throbbing. Instead, I bend my knees slightly and shift my weight hard to my left, dropping my right elbow tight against my abdomen. Your fist connects, but it’s mostly elbow and bone. A dull thud, not the clean crack you wanted. Pain flares, but it’s manageable. Contained. You follow through, trying to capitalize, your body turning into the left uppercut aimed for my jaw. But my hand is already moving. As your arm rises, my left hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, stopping the punch dead. At the same instant, my right leg darts behind yours, hooking your ankle. “You talk too much,” I grunt through clenched teeth. I pull your captured arm towards me and push your chest with my other hand. With your foot hooked, you have no base. Your sense of gravity vanishes. You pitch backward, off-balance and helpless, and crash flat on your back on the canvas with a heavy whump. I stand over you, breathing heavily. “No Holds Barred?” I say, the words coming out as a pained laugh. “You’re gonna need more than a cheap shot and a fancy name.”
Robert H
You managed to block the right hook. It only connects with your elbow really. And before I can land uppercut you grab my wrist wrap around my leg and shove me backwards. I go crashing to the floor heavy. Panting a little bit and looking up at you. You stand over me mocking me. “Fuck you!” I shoot my right foot up, aiming at your balls trying to crush them under my foot. And then to roll away.
Dadicus
The kick is fast and vicious, shooting up from the mat with no warning. I see it at the last second, but there’s no time to move. Your foot connects square between my legs with a brutal, crushing thud. “Ughhh!” The sound is punched out of me, half-groan, half-choke. A white-hot wave of nausea rolls up from my gut. I can feel my balls bounce against the fabric of my sweaty grey sweatpants, a sickening, deep ache that immediately floods my senses. My knees buckle. I don't fall; I crumble, hitting the canvas hard on my knees. Both hands fly down, cupping myself instinctively, as if I could hold the pain in.
Dadicus
My head drops, my forehead nearly touching the mat. Every muscle in my body is clenched tight against the shock. Through the dizzying pain, a cold, sharp rage cuts through. My face, when I lift it, is pale and sweating, but my eyes are pure fire. I glare at you, my voice a strained, venomous hiss. “You… cheap… fuck,” I spit out, each word labored. I suck in a ragged, shaky breath, fighting through the nausea. Slowly, agonizingly, I use the ropes to pull myself back to one foot, then the other. I’m hunched over, one arm wrapped around my stomach. “You had to go there, huh? Couldn't beat me fair?” my free hand pointing at you, my whole body trembling with pain and fury. “That just bought you a world of hurt.”
Robert H
My foot connects and you collapse holding your balls. I manage to roll away and get up. When I turn back you have a fire in your eyes. Start pulling yourself up still bend over. And then you threaten me. I look at you and smile. “I told you. No rules. No holding back.” I rush towards you. I shoot a right hook towards your jaw and follow up with a left upper cut to your gut.
Dadicus
The right hook snaps my head to the side again, my vision swimming. Before I can even grunt, the left uppercut drives up under my ribs. It’s a perfect one-two. My body folds, the air punching out of me with a sick, wet gasp. I drop, one hand braced on the canvas. My jaw throbs. My gut burns like fire. I can taste copper... I must have bitten my tongue. I look up at you through blurred vision. You’re standing over me, chest heaving, that defiant smile still on your face. “No rules,” I cough out, spitting a red streak onto the mat. “No holding back.” I push myself up slowly, every muscle protesting. “You’re right.” I stand fully, rolling my neck until it pops. The fire in my eyes hasn’t dimmed... it’s sharper now, focused. “And now… neither am I.”
Dadicus
I don't stay down. I use the momentum of folding forward to coil myself low, and then I burst upward. I sprint, two explosive steps across the canvas, closing the distance before you can reset. All my weight, all my momentum, channels into my right arm as I lead with a vicious, horizontal clothesline. It catches you clean across the chest and throat. The impact is solid, a meaty thwack. My forearm doesn't just check you... it drives through, lifting your feet off the mat. You flip backward, a full rotation in the air, and crash flat onto your back with a heavy whump that shakes the ring. I stand over you, chest heaving, the fire in my eyes now a cold, focused burn. I slowly roll my shoulder, the one that delivered the hit. "No rules," I say, my voice low and gravelly from the hits I took.
Robert H
My punches land and send you back to the ground. I stand over you smiling as I look down on you. “You shouldn’t underestimate me!” But then you jump up close the distance, and before I can react your arm hits my chest and throat hard in a solid clothesline. My body flips from the impact and I hit the canvas hard face down. “Ughh… what the fuck…” my hand goes to my chest, and I push myself over rolling onto my back. I cough, catching my breath from that impact. “Fuck…” I tried to reach for the rope to pull myself up.
Dadicus
I watch you push yourself over, coughing, one hand going for the bottom rope to haul yourself up. But in a no-holds-barred match, the ropes aren't for pulling yourself up. They're a weapon. "No holds barred, right?" I say, my voice flat and cold. I don't let you find your feet. I stride forward, and before your fingers can close around the cable, my hand snaps out and locks onto the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. I pull you up and I use your own momentum against you. In one vicious, twisting motion, I drive you head-first toward the ropes. Your torso sails through the gap between the top and middle ropes. Your head goes through, and your neck catches... jams... right in the narrow V where the ropes cross as your body flips over them. The sudden stop is brutal. The ropes bite deep into the sides of your throat, cutting off your air with a sickening THUNK!!!. Your legs kick wildly in the open air, the soles of your feet scraping and dragging against the concrete floor just outside the ring. Your weight is suspended by your neck, trapped in the taut, unforgiving noose of the ropes.
Robert H
You come over grabbing my hair, pulling me up and then throwing me into the ropes. But my head catches in between flips over and the rope start choking me. My body is suspended in the air. To the ropes, trying to pull up and trying to get me out of this. “Oh…fuck…” panting, and breathing heavily as I feel the ropes tighten around my neck. A shot of adrenaline shoots through my body and I managed to push my foot against the concrete just enough to bounce up and get my legs back on the ring so that way I could loosen the hold. Coughing and catching my breath I pull the ropes aside and slip my head out. I grabbed the middle rope to hold me up as I cough and wheeze, catching my breath. “Fuck…”
Dadicus
You’re leaning on the middle rope, coughing, wheezing... but you’re free. I give you that... You earned your way out of that trap. Before you can fully straighten up, before that next full breath clears your lungs, I’m on you. My left hand shoots out and locks onto the back of your head, fingers tangling in your sweat-damp hair. With my right hand, I grab a fistful of the top rope. In one brutal motion, I yank your head down and forward, ducking my own body to guide your throat directly onto the taut top rope. I then use my grip on your hair to pull your head back up, bending your neck over the rope, and press down with all my weight.
Dadicus
The rope cuts into the front of your throat with punishing force. I’m leaning in, using my body to pin you against the rope. Your airway is completely crushed. All that escapes is a desperate, gurgling choke. I put my mouth close to your ear, my voice a low, strained growl. “You wanted no holds barred. You wanted to feel it all.” I increase the pressure, just a fraction. “This is what it feels like.”
Robert H
I’m starting to regain my breath. I breathe in one more time. Behind me, grabbing my head, slamming my neck over the top rope and then leaning over, pulling the rope up while pressing my head down. My hand start flailing on the sides, trying to get you off. The sounds of choking and gasping coming from my mouth. I feel the pressure of your body weight pressing down on me. Then I hear you come up to my ear and tell me that I asked for this. My legs are shaking beneath you trying to get free. But I haven’t fully recovered, and so the weight of your body keeps me in place.
Dadicus
I see your fingers clawing at the middle rope, your body slumped against it as you gasp. That's your mistake. You stopped to breathe. In here, there is no stop. "No. You don't get to rest," I growl. Before you can pull yourself upright, I drop and my hands shoot out, locking like iron cuffs around your ankles. I yank your legs out from under you. I don't let go. I stand, lifting your legs with me, spreading them wide apart and holding them there, putting your entire body on display and vulnerable. "You wanted a lesson in 'no holds barred'?" I snarl, my voice low and cold. "Let's see how much you enjoy getting hit in the nuts, boy." I don't hesitate. I drive my right foot forward in a sharp, brutal kick, aiming straight for your exposed groin.
Robert H
I’m gasping for air as you apply that pressure on me. Then you let up. I start gasping for air. But then you shoot down lock around my ankles pull me to where I’m barely hanging onto the ropes. I feel you start spreading my legs apart. “No. No no no.” I start begging for you not to do it. And then with no hesitation, I feel the pressure of your kick comes straight into my balls. “AGHHHHHH!!!” I fall from the ropes onto the ground, grabbing my balls in pain. Rolling on the canvas. “Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck…” I’m panting and breathing heavily. “Fuck…”
Dadicus
I watch you crumple, your body curling around that white-hot center of pain. The raw, animal sounds you make... the gasping, the choked curses.. they’re the music of a lesson being learned the hard way. You’re cupping yourself, rolling on the canvas, totally vulnerable. But we’re not done. You wanted NHB. So let me show you NHB. I don’t let the moment breathe. The second your rolling brings your legs within reach, I’m on you again. My hands clamp around your ankles. With a sharp, powerful jerk, I flip you over onto your stomach before you can even think to defend. Before you can push up, I drop my weight, driving my shins into the small of your back, pinning you flat to the mat. I hook both of your legs with my left arm, pulling it up and back. My right hand slides forward, down your neck not to choke, but to control. Then, in one fluid, punishing motion, I lean back, arching your spine in a bow and arrow hold.
Dadicus
Using my shins as a cruel pivot point under your back, I pull. I jerk your body up and down, bending you backward over my legs. Your spine protests with a sickening tension. Every jerk grinds your vertebrae against the hard line of my shins. My hand travels down finding your face. My palm smothers your mouth and nose, cutting off your ragged panting. My voice a hot, taunting whisper "What's wrong, pretty boy? This is what you asked for. This is 'all out.' Feel it." I give another brutal jerk, arching you further. "Or do you want to say a safe word? I will let go as to make it even" as I pull arching your back even further.
Robert H
As I lay it on the canvas in pain, the next thing I feel, is you grabbing my ankles, and then the full weight of your body pressing down into my spine on your shins. Then pulling back and lifting me up into a bow and arrow hold. “Ughhhhhh!!!” I feel my back stretching. “Fuckkkkk…” you pull back and start bouncing me against your shins. The tension in my back getting more and more tight. Then your hand comes over my face starts to smother it. “Uhhhhhghhhh…” it’s getting hard for me to breathe. but I open my mouth your hand slips in and I bite down hard hoping to get you to let go and drop me.
Dadicus
A sharp, white-hot sting erupts in my palm as your teeth sink in. "OWW! You fucking little...!" I snarl, my grip instinctively loosening for just a split second. It's all you need. You wrench your body, bucking against the loosened pressure, and slip out of the hold. You scramble away, coughing and rolling to your knees. I shake my hand out, examining the red, angry teeth marks. I look from my palm to you, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across my face. "Help you train?" I let out a short, harsh laugh as I push myself to my feet. "That was training, kid. have not even broken a sweat... I should probably go back to jumping rope... that at least burns some calories" as I start to bring my self up.
Robert H
The bike works and you let me go. I roll away from you finally able to catch my breath and recover a little bit. I grabbed the top rope, pulling myself up. I look over and see you starting to get up. “Fuck you. Now I'm gonna fuck you!” I catch my breath and then I run towards you. I should’ve left hook towards your jaw following up with a right knee going up towards your abs. Trying to take you down and daze you.
Dadicus
I see you use the ropes again, pulling yourself up with that fire in your eyes. I can't help but smirk... They never learn. But then you don't lean. You push off. My smirk vanishes. You're sprinting at me, full-tilt. I'm still halfway up from my knees, my balance off-center. I try to twist away, and your left hook whistles past my jaw... close, but I manage to pull my head back just enough. The momentum carries you forward, though, and your body is already coiled for the next move. As I'm stumbling back, trying to find my feet, I see your right knee driving upward. It's coming too fast. My arms are still down, my core exposed.
Dadicus
I have just enough time to suck in half a breath before your knee slams deep into my solar plexus. All the air in my world vanishes. A silent, white-hot explosion erupts in my gut. My legs give out from under me, and I crash forward onto all fours, my hands slapping the canvas to keep my face from hitting it. A choked, wheezing gasp is the only sound I can make as I fight to pull oxygen back into my paralyzed lungs. My head hangs between my shoulders, sweat dripping from my nose onto the mat. I can hear my own heart pounding in my ears. Slowly, I drag in a ragged, burning breath. "Good," I rasp, the word barely audible. I push through the nausea, forcing myself up onto my knees. I look over at you, my vision clearing.
Robert H
I managed to get you down on your knees. I finally have you catching your breath and gasping for air. I don’t hesitate and give you time to catch your breath. I pivot around you send a front kick into your back sending you crashing down to the floor. I’m getting my second wind and feeling the adrenaline starting to pump through my body. “Time to punish you.” I come over, stepping on the back of your thighs, pulling your legs up and locking them against mine. And then stand up and press down applying a bunch of pressure to your thighs. I then come down punch your sides, your arms go flying back backwards, and I grabbed them. Then with all my strength, I pull back on your arms bringing you up and then I fall onto my back, pulling you up into a surfboard hold.
Robert H
I pull back and hold you in this as I feel the pressure being applied to your back. “Yeah Fuck you!” I pull your arms back further stretching you even more.
Dadicus
The front kick between my shoulder blades drives me flat to the mat, my breath exploding out in a final, helpless gasp. Before I can even process the impact, you’re on me. Your foot plants on the back of my thigh, pinning me. I feel my legs being hooked, locked against yours, and then the awful, stretching pressure as you stand and lean back. My hamstrings scream. The punches to my sides are merciless, each one a bolt of lightning that makes my arms jerk and flail. And then your hands find them. You grab my wrists. A cold dread washes over me a second before you execute the move. You fall back, pulling my arms with you, and my world flips. My chest leaves the canvas, and I’m hauled up, my back bending over your raised knees. It’s sloppy. The angles are off, the leverage isn’t perfect. But the intent is unmistakable. The realization hits me like one of your knees to the gut. He’s been studying my moves. You’re trying to put me in the Dominion Rack. My move.
Dadicus
A sharp, twisted thrill cuts through the pain. My joints shriek as you pull back, arching my spine to its limit. A strained groan, "Mghh... fuck," is forced out between my clenched teeth. Sweat pours down my face, my neck, my chest. My grey sweats, soaked through, cling to every contour, leaving nothing to the imagination. And trapped here, suspended in this brutal parody of my own finisher, I feel a traitorous, swelling tightness in my groin. The friction, the dominance, the sheer gall of you using this on me... it’s getting a reaction I can’t hide. I got cocky. And now I’m paying the price, suspended in my own signature, my body betraying me with an arousal that’s as obvious as it is humiliating. I need to get out. Now!!.
Robert H
I have you locked in. Pulling you back and straining your back more and more. I let go of your arms and you go fling forward. I unravel my legs around you and making sure to not hesitate while you’re still down on the canvas. I come and mount on top of you. I wrap my arm around your neck and pull you into a rear naked choke. “That’s right. Time to put you out!!” I lock my arm around your neck, reaching back and grabbing my own bicep, squeezing tight. I’m making sure to cut off your airways trying to knock you out as fast as possible.
Dadicus
You made a mistake. A big one. You had me in a bad spot, but you let go of the Dominion Rack. You thought you could transition to a rear naked choke before I could recover. You're fast. I'll give you that. Before I can fully rise from all fours, you're on my back, your legs hooking around my waist, your arm snaking around my throat. I feel the pressure start to build, your bicep pressing against one side of my neck, your forearm against the other. "Time to put you out!!" you snarl in my ear, squeezing. But you rushed it. In your adrenaline, you didn't get the choke fully under the chin. My chin is already tucked down, hard, making a wall of bone and muscle against your forearm. At the same time, my left hand shoots up, not to pull your arm away, but to wedge my fingers into the tender, soft hollow inside your elbow... the spot where the nerves run close to the skin. I buckle my body and twist with everything I have left. It's not a huge movement, but it's enough to create a sliver of space between your arm and my neck. I use that space. I pry your arm off;
Dadicus
As i get out... I attack the point of your weakness. I turn my head and sink my teeth into the soft, sensitive flesh, right where the bicep meets the chest. A a deep, sharp, punishing clamp of my jaw. I taste salt and sweat. Your grip loosens completely as your body instinctively recoils from the sudden, sharp agony. I use that moment. I wrench my body free.
Robert H
I let you go start to close in on your neck, but then you manage to block the full chokehold. You managed to break in a little gap and then you bite down onto my skin. “Oh fuck!!” I jolt in pain and that’s when you are able to break free. I recoil and shoot to the side. There’s some distance between both of us now. I grabbed the ropes and pull myself up. “Fuck you.” I rushed back towards you, trying to slam a kick into your jaw and knock you to the side.
Dadicus
I see the kick coming... a wild, angry arc aimed at my jaw. I don’t back up... I wait for the right moment... My forearms come up together, crossed like a shield, and I meet your shin with a hard, outward deflection. Your momentum carries you forward, off-balance for a split second. That’s all I need. As your planted leg braces, I jolt upward and swing my own leg in a short, brutal arc. My boot... cracks against the side of your standing knee with a sickening thud, enough to buckle you. You cry out, dropping hard to that one knee. I don’t let you breathe. In one fluid, punishing motion, I lunge forward. My left hand shoots out, my right arm wraps around your head, locking it tight against my side. Using your own downward momentum, I pivot and throw my weight backward, falling like a tree. I drive your head down, leading with my shoulder, and slam the crown of your skull into the canvas with all my force. CRACK!!!. The sound of the impact is sickeningly loud in the quiet gym. It’s a perfect, devastating DDT. I release my grip and push myself up to one knee, looking down at you. My own breath is ragged. “You rush when you’re angry,” I say, my voice low and gravelly. “That’s when you make mistakes.” I plant a hand on the mat near your head.
Robert H
You stopped me in my tracks. You pull me in and slam my head down in the DDT. My head slams down hard the impact ripping through my body. I collapse to the ground, my body twitching. I start to moan as I try to regain my bearings. I slowly crawl towards you. I slowly grab one of your legs, pulling myself towards you. “Uhhhh…” my other hand goes up towards your knee and then goes past it and with one breath I reach in and I grab your balls and start to squeeze hard. “Fuck you!” I look you in the eyes and when you look back, you see a fire and they determination in my eyes. I start to squeeze hard, making sure to bring them to the point of popping.
Dadicus
I push myself up to one knee, looking down at your twitching form. You're beaten, dazed, crawling pathetically toward me. I reach down and fist my hand in your sweaty hair, yanking your head up so you're forced to look at me. Your eyes are glazed, unfocused. I lean down and crush my mouth against yours in a hard, dominant, claiming kiss. It's all salt, aggression, and control. I let you feel the full weight of my win before I release you, letting your head slump back to the mat. You use my body to push yourself upright. I stand over you, your hand wiping over my own sweaty torso. "Pathetic," I mutter, the adrenaline singing in my veins. That’s when you make your move.
Dadicus
As I'm standing there, my guard down for that split second in my triumph, your hand... the one that seemed to be weakly clutching at the air... shoots up with viper speed. It doesn't aim for my leg or my arm. It goes straight for my groin. Your fingers close around my cock and balls through the drenched, thin fabric of my sweats. You feel everything... the full, hard girth of me, a traitorous reaction to the fight and the violence. Then you squeeze. A white-hot bolt of pure, nauseating agony lances through me. "AGHHH, FUCK!" The gasp is torn from me, my vision swimming. My knees buckle instantly, and I crash down beside you, the world reduced to that single point of excruciating pressure. I try to throw a desperate, blind punch at your face, but you see it coming. You answer by squeezing even harder, a brutal, threatening twist that promises worse. My other hand flies down to clutch uselessly at your wrist. "My balls… stop, you fucker…" I rasp, my voice broken, all dominance gone, replaced by pained shock. You're on the ground, but you're in control. Your eyes, now clear and blazing with a vicious fire, are locked on mine.
Robert H
You try to swing at me, but I dodged a punch. And I start squeezing even harder. I hear you telling me to stop. I lean in close to your ear, “fuck you! I told you no rules!” my hand that has your balls squeezes even tighter. As you are in pain and trying to get free I use my other hand to go up and karate chop you in the throat. I hit you square on and the Adams apple causing you to choke and gag a little bit. I reached down. I grabbed the string from your sweatpants, and I pull the string all the way through and out. I give your balls, one more hard squeeze. Then I quickly let go. I wrap your sweatpants string around your neck get behind you and pull it tight cutting off your airway. I placed my foot on your back and I pressed my foot forward while pulling the strings back choking you even deeper.
Dadicus
One second, I’m reeling from the karate chop to my throat, gagging, choking agony. The next, I feel a violent, quick tug at my waist. The drawstring of my sweats yanks free. Before I can even process that, your hand... the one that's just crushing my balls... lets go, only to be replaced by something worse. You’re behind me now. The soft, woven cord of my own sweatpants loops around my neck. Then it pulls taut. A line of fire ignites across my throat. It’s not a clean choke; it’s a garrote, sawing into my skin. My hands fly up, fingers scrambling to get under the string, but it’s already buried in the flesh of my neck. All I feel are my own desperate nails clawing at my skin. “Ughh… gfgmh” The sound is wet, strangled... my breath comes in slow, tortured intervals... a shallow sip of air, then nothing, then another desperate sip. My vision tunnels, dark spots blooming at the edges.
Dadicus
You plant your foot in the middle of my back and lean your weight into it, pulling the ends of the string back over your shoulder. The leverage is brutal. The cord digs deeper. I can feel it grinding against my windpipe. My body, drenched in sweat, strains against the hold, every muscle corded and shaking on full, humiliating display. I’m pinned. Bent forward, choking on my own clothes, held in place by your foot and your will. My hands, which had been frantically pulling at the string,
Robert H
I have you locked in tight. The string digging into your throat, cutting off your air. My foot pressing hard against your back. “Fuck yeah!!! Now it’s my turn to fucking beat you!!” I see your body slowly starting to grow tired and limp. “I’m going to strip you naked and fucking rape you when you’re out cold!” I let the string go and take my foot off your back. I come right up against you putting you in a rear naked chokehold. Only giving you a second to get a gasp of air. Holding you in that rear naked, choke tight. I whisper into your ear, “I’m going to enjoy fucking you and making you gag on my cock.” I’m getting confident and in the zone when all the sudden, I feel something hit me from the back, making me let go of you and fall to the side of the ring.
Dadicus
The world was a red, choking haze. Your arm was a steel bar across my throat, your triumphant whisper about rape and making me gag was a hot, vile poison in my ear. My vision was dimming at the edges, my hands slapping weakly at your forearm. I was seconds from blacking out. Then... THWACK!!!. A solid, plastic crack echoed in the basement, followed by a pained yelp from you. The pressure on my neck vanished instantly as you let go and tumbled to the side. I collapsed forward, heaving, dragging in a ragged, burning breath that felt like swallowing glass. "WTF, ROB?! ¿Qué carajo haces?!" I knew that voice anywhere. Angry, protective, laced with a fear I hadn't heard in years. Dax my son.
Dadicus & Dax
Coughing violently, I pushed up onto my hands and knees. Through watering eyes, I saw my son standing there, checking on me. You were on the mat beside me, clutching the side of your head where he'd struck. "I told you this place was off limits!" Dax screamed, his voice cracking with fury. "It's my dad's sanctuary! And you disrespect him this way?!" Before you could scramble up, Dax was on you. He dropped his weight into your back, grabbed both your arms, and wrenched them up and back, folding you into a brutal camel clutch. He settled his weight onto your spine, his face a mask of cold rage I rarely saw. "Say you're sorry," he growled, leaning backwards to put more torque on your back and shoulders. I stayed on my knees, coughing... one hand to my bruised throat, watching you struggle in his grip. My son, saving me. The shame of needing to be saved warred with a fierce, sudden pride. I spat a mix of blood and saliva onto the mat.
Robert H
Holding the back of my head from the impact that Dax did to me. “Oh fuck…” next thing I know I feel Dax grabbing my arms and pulling them up over his knees. “The fuck..” I feel the pressure in my spine as Dax pulls back in a camel clutch. “Ughhhh!!!!! FUCKKK!!!!” I start to squirm trying to break free. “Cheap shot Dax!”
Dadicus & Dax
My vision swims back into focus, the world sharpening from a blur of pain and adrenaline. My throat is on fire, each swallow a knife. I grab the half-crushed water bottle from where it rolled nearby, tilt my head back, and take a quick, stinging chug. The cold water does little for the bruising but everything for the clarity. I watch as you squirm and curse, calling out a "Cheap shot, Dax!" while trapped in his clutch.
Dadicus & Dax
Dax doesn't even dignify it with a full sentence. "Fuck who?" he grunts through clenched teeth. Then, in a move so smooth it’s clear he’s been training down here when I'm not around, he transitions. One arm snakes over your head, tucking your chin deep into his armpit. His other arm reinforces the hold, and he leans back. It’s a dragon sleeper. A mean one. Your spine arches brutally over his knee, your chest thrust up toward the ceiling, your entire body bent into a painful, vulnerable bow. All the fight, all the posturing, is put on full display and rendered useless. I spit a pink mix of water and blood onto the mat and get to my feet, a little unsteady. I look down at the scene: you, completely at my son’s mercy, and Dax, holding you with a cold, controlled fury I’ve seldom seen in him.
Dadicus & Dax
"Cheap?" I rasp, my voice shredded. I point the water bottle at you. "He kicked me in the balls, bit me, and tried to strangle me with my own damn drawstring. Your friend here," I say, looking at Dax but talking to you, "is a cheap little fucker." I take another sip of water, the cold helping my raw throat.
Robert H
Dax pulls me into a dragon sleeper hold. I feel my airway getting cut off. I hear you getting up and coming over talking to your son. I managed to get my left arm out over his knee and then I send a punch up to Dax’s face. Is he gets stunned? He lets go of the dragon sleeper hold, and I managed to flop out. I push myself out from under him and rolled to the side getting up to one knee. “Fuck. So a two vs one!? That’s fine with me.” I slowly get up in a low position waiting to see how you to react and what actions you guys take.
Dadicus & Dax
The left arm comes free... a desperate, lucky shot. Your fist snaps up and catches Dax square on the jaw. His head rocks back, stunned. His grip on the dragon sleeper loosens just enough for you to writhe out, flopping to the mat like a fish. You scramble away, push up to one knee, and get into a low stance, chest heaving. “Fuck. So a two vs one!? That’s fine with me.” Dax is already up, shaking off the punch. He steps toward you, raises his hands, and extends them, palms open... a clear, taunting invitation for a test of strength. A classic lock-up. You take the bait. You step in, locking one of your hands with his, the muscles in both your arms standing out. As you go to lock the other hand, Dax moves. It’s not a hand that meets you. It’s his boot, driving up and deep into your gut. All the air leaves your lungs in a sick whoosh. You double over, clutching your stomach.
Dadicus & Dax
Dax doesn’t let you fall. He wraps both arms around your head, tucks your chin against his chest, and jumps. He drives downward with all his weight, spiking the crown of your skull directly into the mat with a devastating headlock driver. The CRACK echoes through the basement. You don’t move. You’re laid out flat on the matt floor.
Dadicus & Dax
I don’t wait. The moment your body hits the canvas, I’m moving. I back up two steps and launch myself into the air. For a second, I’m suspended and then drop, all my weight and momentum concentrated into a single point my body... as I crash down onto your prone chest in a standing moonsault. The impact is brutal. The ring shakes. A final, weak gasp is forced from your lungs. I roll off you immediately, coming up to my knees beside your head. Dax is already there, standing over you, breathing hard. I place a hand on your chest, feeling the shallow, ragged rise and fall. "cocky little kid"
Robert H
I’m getting ready for this lock up. Dax comes in for a test of strength, but there was a cheap boot into my gut. The air is knocked out of me before I can react. He slams my head down into the canvas hard. My body falls down, laid out on the mats. And then you come over. Slam down on top of me. The last bit of breath knocked out of me. I’m wheezing and breathing heavily. Trying to catch my breath from this barrage of attacks. Both Dax and you aren’t holding back and are taking me to the edge.
Dadicus & Dax
You're wheezing on the mat, chest heaving, trying to gasp in air that won't come. "Two vs one?" I spit, wiping blood from my lip. "You started this war in my house, kid. You don't get to cry about the rules now." I don't let you breathe. I nod at Dax, a silent, cold understanding passing between us. We move in sync, a unit you broke the moment you crossed the line. we grab your ankles... your legs are leaden, exhausted and yank them... Before you can resist, we haul you upright and shove you hard into the ropes. You bounce off, stumbling forward, disoriented. That's when Dax strikes. He's already in motion, sprinting ... He slides like a baseball player stealing home, shooting right between your stumbling legs. His hands snap up, grabbing your ankles as he passes. Your forward momentum dies. Your feet are ripped out from under you. You pitch forward, face-first, toward the unforgiving canvas. That's my cue.
Dadicus & Dax
I'm already airborne. As your body is horizontal, falling, I jump. I tuck my knees up, aiming every ounce of my weight, every bit of furious energy, into one point. I come down like a piston, driving my knee into the back of your neck and the base of your skull with a sickening, final CRACK. The impact jars through my own leg. Your body bouncing from the impact, a ragdoll smashed into the mat. I roll off immediately, coming up on one knee beside your head. Dax is already there, standing over you, his chest heaving. Silence hangs in the basement, broken only by the hum of the fluorescent lights and our ragged breathing. I look down at your still form, feeling the shallow, strained rise and fall. I look at my son. He gives a single, grim nod.
Robert H
You and your son are completely in sync. Getting me up and throwing me against the ropes. As I come back Dax pulling my ankles from under me, and as I fall down, feeling the full weight of you landing on my head and slamming it down into the canvas. My head hits the ground hard, it comes up for a moment and then goes falls back down. My body twitches a little. I’m completely dazed and moaning in pain. “Uhhhh….” I lay there stunned and in pain.
Dadicus & Dax
I stand over you, breathing heavily, watching your body twitch on the canvas. The moan of pain is a sweet sound after what you tried to pull. Dax is beside me, a silent, solid presence. "I think it's time," I say, my voice low and rough, "I think is time I show your cocky friend here why I'm the underground champ. And what you boys can look forward to in the future." I look at Dax and smirk. He gives a slight, knowing nod. I grab your ankles... your muscles are slack, unresisting and roll you onto your stomach. I plant my foot behind your knee, pinning it to the mat. Then I lean forward, hooking your legs behind mine. Your arms flail, trying to find something to grab, to push against. You keep them stretched out far, refusing to give me your wrists. Fine. We'll do this the hard way. I adjust my balance, then drive my fist down in a short, sharp strike into the soft side of your ribs. You gasp, your body instinctively curling in to protect the spot. In that moment of flinching, your arm comes within reach. I snatch your wrist. In one brutal, fluid motion, I lean back, arching my spine, and lift. Your body bends backward, your spine protesting as I pull you up into a tight, punishing surfboard stretch. You groan, a sound of pure agony.
Dadicus & Dax
Your joints scream. Your back is a taut, trembling bow. I start to jerk up and down, working the leverage, grinding the pressure into every vertebra. "Hold him there, Dad," Dax commands, his voice cold and flat. I tighten my grip, locking you in place. There is no escape. Dax steps closer. He looks down at you, vulnerable and exposed. He doesn't hesitate. His open hand swings down in a hard, sharp SLAP that echoes like a gunshot in the quiet basement. The impact against your balls is sickeningly loud. Your whole body convulses in my grip, a choked scream tearing from your throat. "Such a great target," Dax admires, his tone detached, clinical. He winds up again. SLAP!!! Another brutal, open-handed strike. Your body jerks violently. I feel the shockwave through your frame. You're sobbing now, broken, humiliated sounds mixed with your ragged gasps for air. I hold you up, a living testament to your own arrogance. This is what happens. This is the price of disrespect. You wanted a war in my house, in my ring... so we will give you one and make you better for it.
Robert H
You pull me up bending me backwards. My back is on fire and I’m being stretched out. “Ughhhhh. Fuck!!!!” You started to jerk me up and down, and I feel the pressure on all of my limbs, getting more and more tense. Then Dax comes over. He slaps my balls hard. The slap echoes throughout the room. “AGGHHHHHHH!!!!!” I yelled out in pain from the impact “oh fuck you dax!!” Then another slap to my body. “Ughhhhhaahhh..” the wind is knocked out of me. The pressure still intense on my whole body and my limbs. “Fuck… st…stop…”
Dadicus & Dax
"What did you just say? I could not hear you," I growl, my voice a low, mocking rumble. I pull your arms down harder, bending your spine to its absolute limit, forcing your face up toward mine. Our eyes meet, yours clouded with pain and fury. That's when Dax, following my lead without a word, reaches down. His hand closes around your left nut, not just slapping now, but squeezing with a slow, deliberate pressure. Your body jerks in my hold, a fresh wave of agony tensing every muscle. You squirm, but there's no escape... your legs are trapped, your back arched, your most vulnerable parts exposed and assaulted. I hold your chin steady with my other hand, my grip firm. I lean in and spit directly into your open, gasping mouth. Then I slap your face... a sharp, stinging crack... not to hurt, but to humiliate. To own.
Dadicus & Dax
Then I kiss you. My tongue invades your mouth, claiming the space as you squirm, trapped between the relentless pressure on your spine in my very own Dominion rack, Dax's cruel squeeze on your balls, and my violent, dominant kiss. I break the kiss just enough to snarl the words against your lips, my breath hot on your face. "Let me hear you squirm, BOY!" Dax gives another hard, twisting squeeze, and your body convulses, a strangled, guttural sound of pure torment finally tearing from your throat. It's the sound I wanted to hear. The sound of your defiance breaking.
Robert H
You can continue to hold me in your Grasp. You start pulling me down further, my head looking straight into your eyes. The pain in my back excruciating. I feel Dax go down and start squeezing my balls. “Aghhhh!!!” You come in and kiss me deeply. I’m getting completely abused by the both of you. You let go with the kiss for a second and then I feel Dax squeeze and twist my ball hard. “AGRHHHH!! FUCK YOU!!!” I yell out in pain. I’m squirming trying to get out of your hold. One of my free hand goes up and punches Dax in the face.
Dadicus & Dax
The punch is weak, desperate... a flailing arm catching Dax square on the cheek. His head snaps to the side, but he doesn't even grunt. He just slowly turns back, his eyes colder than I've ever seen them. "Big mistake, kid" I growl, watching Dax's cheek turn red from impact. While you're still recoiling from the futile hit, my hand shoots out and grabs the wrist of that same punching arm. I wrench it under, then hook it behind my knee, locking it in place with brutal efficiency. You're down to one free arm. Dax moves like lightning. You try to evade, to pull away, but he doesn't go for your arm first. His open hand chops down across your chest... a SLAP!!! that echoes like a gunshot in the basement. The sound alone makes you flinch, your free hand instinctively flying to the reddening welt.
Dadicus & Dax
That instinct is your undoing. In that split second of distraction, Dax grabs your other wrist. He threads it behind my other knee. Now, both your arms are locked behind my legs, pulled back and up at a cruel angle. Your legs are already hooked behind mine from the surfboard. You are now completely trapped. Suspended in a pretzel of excruciating pain, your body bent backward, your chest thrust out, your manhood on full, vulnerable display against the black fabric of your briefs. I let my own weight drop. The motion drags your knees down to the mat, bending you double and cranking the pressure on your shoulders and spine up to a screaming peak. A strangled shriek is torn from your throat.
Dadicus & Dax
"You wanted to punch me, Rob?" Dax grunts, his voice flat. He doesn't wait for an answer. His fist drives once, twice into your exposed abdomen. THUD. THUD. Your body jerks against the holds, but there's nowhere to go, no way to escape the blows. Then he does something else. He leans down and sucks hard on your navel, leaving a dark red mark. A sharp SLAP to your stomach follows, the sound crisp, the skin blooming an angry red.
Dadicus & Dax
His hands, slick with sweat, then slide down, under the waistband of your black briefs. His fingers wrap around your cock. He lets out a low, dark chuckle. "Ohh, he's hard... Dad." I look down at your face, twisted in pain and humiliation. A slow, cold smirk spreads across my lips. "Ohh," I say, my voice dripping with contempt. "So you're one of those horny little fuckers. All that fight... just gets you going, doesn't it?" I keep pulling your head back, arching your spine even further, until your lips press against the sweat-soaked fabric covering my groin. The thick outline is unmistakable. "Let's see how good you suck," I whisper, my voice a threat and a promise. I slap your cheek, not hard, but enough to make you look. "No teeth, boy." With my other hand, I guide your head, forcing your face forward until your mouth has no were to go but that damp, musky bulge in my gray sweats. You're trapped, arms and legs locked, completely at our mercy, with nowhere to go but into the humiliation we're crafting for you. Dax's hand is still moving slowly, firmly, inside your briefs, a relentless reminder of the control we now have over every part of you.
Robert H
You and Dax are completely humiliating me and destroying me. Pulling me in even closer and then putting your cock over my mouth. I completely breathe in and inhale your musk. It’s hard for me to breathe, but I’m getting intoxicated from it. I start moaning out in pleasure. Dax’s hand is in my briefs, playing with my cock and balls. I can do nothing except except my fate.
Dadicus & Dax
I feel your mouth go slack against me, your breath hot and ragged through the fabric. You're inhaling my scent, and the low moan that vibrates against my bulge tells me everything. The fight's gone. It's been replaced by something else... a shameful, eager submission. "Pathetic," I breathe, the word a hot whisper against the top of your head. "All that fire… just to end up getting off on it." My hands are busy keeping neck pushed down on my bulge, so I use my hips. I rock forward, grinding myself harder against your face, feeling you nuzzle instinctively into the pressure. Dax sees it too. He gives a dark, knowing chuckle from behind you, his hand still working inside your briefs. "That's it," I snarl. "Give in. It's easier."
Dadicus & Dax
With a sharp, deliberate move, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my soaked gray sweats and shove them down just enough. My 8'inch cock springs free, thick and veiny, already hard. I lift my hips, adjusting my stance to get a better angle. Dax’s relentless edging has its effect. As his fingers tease and pull, your mouth opens wider in a gasp. I don't wait for an invitation. I press forward, and the broad head of my cock pushes past your lips, sliding deep into the wet heat of your mouth until it bumps the back of your throat. You choke immediately, a wet, gagging sound that's pure music. Your body tries to convulse, but we have you pinned. There's no escape, only acceptance. Behind you, Dax doesn't miss a beat. He yanks your black briefs down to your thighs. The cool basement air hits your exposed skin, followed a second later by the warm, shocking wetness of his mouth as he takes your hard cock all the way in. You jerk in our combined hold, a muffled scream of overwhelmed sensation trapped in your throat around me.
Dadicus & Dax
I feel your throat constrict around me as Dax goes to work, his lips and tongue a relentless rhythm. One of his hands cups your balls, squeezing them, making them tight and full. Then I hear it... the soft, sharp smack of his other hand gently slapping the taut skin of your sac, a degrading punctuation to every suck. I look down at the top of your head, my own hips beginning a slow, brutal rhythm, fucking into the grip of your throat. "That's it, boy," I grunt, my voice thick with a dark, possessive satisfaction. "Take it. You wanted a fight. This is what you win." as my hand start to squeeze your left nipple.
Robert H
Your cock is down my throat. I start to gag on it. I’m moaning and choking as I suck on your cock. Dax goes to work on my cock. it gets harder and harder. I feel like standing Upright.
Dadicus & Dax
The gagging sounds you make are the best applause I’ve ever heard for a while... Raw, wet, desperate... "Yeah… let me hear you choke on it," I grunt, pushing my hips forward until my balls and taint are smothering your nose and mouth. You struggle to breathe, and the vibration of your choked moans against my base is better than any trophy. Dax’s voice cuts through the thick air, hungry and cold. "Dad, let him suck mine. He owes me that much." To emphasize the point, his hand comes down in another sharp slap against your tight sac, making your whole body jolt and your throat convulse around me. I consider it for half a second. He’s right. And you’re in no position to refuse anyone. "Fine," I rasp, pulling myself slowly out of your mouth with a wet pop. "He’s your friend. Only fair."
Dadicus & Dax
I let go of the hold and guide you up to your knees. Your body, wrecked and trembling, starts to slump forward. But Dax is already moving. He doesn’t let you crumble. He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up. His other arm snakes around your waist, and with a grunt of effort, he lifts your aching, beaten frame clean off the mat. He maneuvers you, twisting your body until you’re vertical, your feet of the ground, your face level with his bulge. He pulls down his own sweats down just enough for his hard cock to come out. "Come on, Rob," he says, his voice a mix of command and dark amusement. He guides his cock forward with his hips to your mouth. "Open up and start working. I’ve seen you looking. Cupping a feel now and then during practice matches."
Dadicus & Dax
He’s not asking. He’s presenting you with the truth you tried to hide and the payment you now owe. Your mouth, still wet from me, is inches from his cock. "Come on Suck it... boy" I grunt
Robert H
I gag and choke on your cock. Your massive cock just filling my throat completely. Then you release me from your hold and take your cock out. I gasp catching my breath, breathing in fresh air, but not for long. Next thing I know Dax grabs me and holds me upside down vertically. His cock is right there. My cock is up by his face as well. “Fuck…” I open my mouth and start to suck on Dax’s cock. My tongue goes around the cock playing with it in my mouth.
Dadicus & Dax
His cock bobs near your face; his is right before your mouth. You don't hesitate. "Fuck…" you breathe out, then open up and take him in. I watch, a dark, proud smile spreading across my face as you begin to work. Your tongue swirls around his shaft, your mouth sucking with a practiced hunger that betrays every stolen glance, every "accidental" brush in the locker room. "MGHH… ohh, that feels good," Dax groans, his head tipping back, his body giving a sharp, involuntary jolt. His fingers tighten in your waist, guiding your rhythm. "Yeah… just like that…" Dax gasp
Dadicus & Dax
"Now that's a good boy," I purr, my voice a low, seductive rumble dripping with condescension. I step closer, my own arousal straining anew at the sight. But I have other plans for you. You're utterly vulnerable, held aloft, your body offered up. I grab your trembling thighs, spreading your legs wider. My thumbs dig into the meat of your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to expose your tight, clenching hole. I lean in close, my breath hot on your skin. "Now let's see how tight this hole is," I whisper. I gather a thick glob of spit in my mouth and let it drop, landing with a wet splat right on your rim. You flinch, a muffled whimper vibrating around Dax's cock. I don't wait. Using the spit as lubricant, I press my middle finger firmly against your entrance. There's a moment of fierce resistance, then a give, and my finger pushes slowly inside, up to the knuckle. You convulse as Dax hits the back of your throat, a full-body shudder that makes you choke on Dax's dick. He just groans deeper, the vibrations seeming to spur him on.
Dadicus & Dax
As my finger begins to work inside you, twisting and probing, Dax takes his own initiative. He bends his head, his mouth finding your hard, glistening cock. He takes you in deep, his own sucking motions mirroring yours on him. You're trapped in a circuit of brutal pleasure and humiliation, fucked by a finger, sucking one cock while having your own sucked, completely at our mercy. Your moans are constant now, broken, slutty sounds muffled by the cock in your mouth. Your body hangs limp between us, used and owned. "Look at you," I growl, crooking my finger inside you, making you jump. "You're nothing but a hungry little hole for us now. Aren't you?" as I start to shove a second finger in.
Robert H
I have Dax’s cock in my mouth. My tongue going all around it lathering it up. Playing with the tip of his cock. As I’m sucking on his cock, you come over I feel your body against my back. And before I could let go of his cock, you slip a finger down my ass. I moan as it enters and presses in deep. Dax’s dick hits the back of my throat, and I start to gag and choke on it. Losing the rhythm. Next thing I feel is Dax taking my cock and putting it in his mouth. He starts to suck on it and take it. I’m getting completely abused from both sides. I’m completely helpless under the power of the both of you.
Dadicus & Dax
The rhythm is completely yours now... a broken, gagging stutter as you try to service Dax’s cock while my finger works deeper into you. Your body is a live wire strung between us, every thrust of my hand making you jerk, which makes you choke, which makes Dax groan and suck harder on you. It’s a perfect, degrading circuit. I feel your body tense and flutter around my finger as I curl it, searching that sweet spot. Your back is pressed against my chest, and I can feel your heart hammering through your skin. The blood is rushing to your head from being held upside down, making you dizzy, submissive, pliant. "Look at you," I growl , my voice thick with dark approval. My free hand palms your sweaty hip, holding you steady as I slide a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch is exquisite, tight and hot. "All that fight, all that big talk about 'no holds barred'… and here you are. Just a set of holes for us to use."
Dadicus & Dax
Dax picks up the rhythm, his mouth a wet, hot brand on your cock, his tongue flicking over the head with each of my thrusts. You’re moaning constantly now, a continuous, muffled stream of sound around his shaft. Tears of overwhelm mix with the spit slicking his length. My own cock is a hard, aching line against your back. I grind against you, not seeking relief yet, but just to remind you of what’s next, to remind you of the hierarchy. "You love this, don't you?" I taunt, my fingers scissoring inside you, preparing you. "You provoked a war just to end up as our little toy. Admit it. Say it." I bite your ass, not gently. "Tell Dax how much you love his dick down your throat." I don't expect a coherent answer... not with him filling your mouth. But the desperate, eager sound you might manage, the way your hips try to fuck back onto my fingers even as you suck forward onto him, says everything. It’s hot. It’s filthy. It’s the complete, utter consumption of one rival by another.
Robert H
I’m being held between both of you. My cock is getting harder and harder in Dax’s mouth. I feel myself about to explode. Then you start slipping in a second finger and then I feel you teasing even a third. I’m moaning as I’m sucking on Dax’s cock. Then the next time your finger goes in deep, I shoot my load into Dax’s mouth. Rope after rope. Moaning out while still being gagged. I’m also getting dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head. I feel myself getting lightheaded.
Dadicus & Dax
The tremors start in your thighs, a tell-tale tightening I feel through my fingers still buried in you. Then your whole body seizes up, a rigid arch of pure release. A guttural, choked moan vibrates around Dax’s cock in your mouth just as your own cock pulses, and I watch, smirking, as rope after rope of your cum shoots into Dax’s mouth. He gags, surprised by the force. Thick, white strands spill from the corners of his lips. "You fucker!" he snarls around a mouthful of you, his eyes blazing. "Who gave you permission to cum?" he echo's, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
Dadicus & Dax
In one violent, fluid motion, he pulls his cock from your mouth and yanks downward... drops to his knees, and drives your face into the mat with a devastating pedigree. The impact is sickeningly solid. My fingers slip from your hole as you collapse. But Dax isn’t done. He doesn't let you fall completely onto the mat he guides you onto his thigh... trapping you in a brutal backbreaker rack across his thighs. Your spine bows at a cruel angle. "You wanted to cum?!" he grunts, the strain evident in his voice as he holds the punishing position.
Dadicus & Dax
I move in. Dropping to one knee, I slide my thigh underneath the small of your back, right where Dax is applying the most pressure. I become the anvil to his hammer. I grab your chin, forcing your head back, and pull on your legs, increasing the arch of your spine over my leg. You're suspended in a bridge of agony, completely vulnerable. Dax, still holding the rack, reaches down with one hand. He finds your oversensitive, spent cock and starts to edge you again, his touch now rough, demanding, a punishment. A broken, whimpering sound escapes your lips. Tears of overstimulation and pain mix with the sweat and spit on your face.
Dadicus & Dax
"Yeah, boy," I growl, my face close to yours. My breath is hot on your skin. "Let me hear you say you're sorry. Say you're sorry for disrespecting my house. For touching my son. For thinking you could ever beat me." Dax gives your cock a sharp, twisting tug, making your body jerk against the unbearable pressure on your back. "Say it," he hisses, his voice close to your ear. "Or I'll snap you in half right here."
Robert H
My load shoots out. Dax get the furious and the next thing I know my head slams against the canvas. My eyes rolled back, completely dazed, and I would go out, but before I have a chance. Dax pushes me over his leg in a back. The pressure on my back is excruciating. As you move in, you apply your knee to my back as well and start applying even more pressure to my head and legs pulling me even more bending me into a C. “AGGHHHH….” Moaning out in pain as the both of you start to punish me even more. Then Dax comes and violently grabs my cock and starts to jerk it off and get it hard again. “UGHHH…” My cock is getting hard harder and harder. Dax starts to abuse my cock as he jerks it around and twisted it. “OHH FUCK!!! Stop!! Please…” I start begging for it to all stop.
Dadicus & Dax
Your begging is pure music to my ears... a raw, broken symphony of submission. I keep you bent over my thigh, your spine a strained, aching curve. My other hand, which had been gripping your hip, moves up. My thumb and forefinger find your nipple, already tight from adrenaline and pain. I pinch it hard, then twist, torturing the sensitive nub with a cruel, deliberate pressure. You jerk against me, a fresh, sharp cry escaping your lips before Dax's hand slaps over your mouth. Dax, hearing your muffled pleas, only works faster. His hand on your cock becomes a blur of rough, efficient motion, edging you relentlessly. He's not trying to get you off; he's trying to break you. To keep you teetering on that agonizing brink where pleasure and torture blur into unbearable overstimulation. The head of your cock is a tender, raw red, and he focuses there, his thumb smearing pre-cum as he works it.
Dadicus & Dax
Your body is a live wire of twitches and jerks, trying to escape sensations it can't process. "Shut the fuck up," Dax grunts, his voice thick with concentration and dark satisfaction. He removes his hand from your mouth only to deliver another stinging slap to your balls before returning to his ruthless rhythm. I replace his hand with my own, my palm pressing firmly over your mouth and nose, muffling your sobs and cutting off your air for a few terrifying seconds before allowing a ragged gasp. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear. As I torture that same nipple that I have been working.
Dadicus & Dax
"That's it. Just feel it," I whisper, my voice a venomous caress. "This is what you earned. Every bit of it. Now take it like you took your beating." My fingers on your nipple twist again, and my thigh pushes up higher under your back, arching you further, exposing you completely to Dax's merciless hands and my degrading touch. You're utterly helpless, suspended in a web of pain, shame, and forced, overwhelming sensation.
Robert H
You and Dax are merciless with me. Dax is jerking me off, and my cock is getting harder and harder. "UGHHHhhh.." I start moaning out more and more. "Oh I'm about to..." Then Dax let's go, and slaps my balls. "AGHHHH!" I yell out while your hand covers my mouth. I am getting abused like never before. Through broken breaths I try and concentrate. I manage to get my arms up and free. I send a punch up to Dax's face. While you're both shocked, I then send another punch up to your face. I manage to get off your knees. Gasping for air, I start to crawl towards Dax. I grab his foot and yank it as hard as I can. "Fuck you!" I say in a raspy voice. I come and try to get on top of Dax. "I almost had your dad..." I manage to get on top, and I aim a fist towards his face.
Dadicus & Dax
The shock of the punch to my jaw is a bright, sharp sting... you got a hand free. I see Dax’s head snap back from your other fist. For a second, the rhythm of our torture breaks. You scramble off my knee, gasping, crawling toward Dax with a feral, desperate energy. You grab his foot, yank it, and snarl, "Fuck you!" in a voice shredded by overuse and pain. You manage to clamber on top of him, your body a mess of trembling fury. Your fist rises, aimed at his face. "You little fucker," I spit, tasting blood.
Dadicus & Dax
But before your punch can fall, I’m already moving. As you rear up over Dax, your legs spread for balance, I lunge from behind. My hand shoots between your thighs from the back. My fingers find what they’re looking for... the still-tender, abused flesh of your cock and balls. I don’t just grab. I clamp my whole hand around the entire package, a brutal, vise-like grip, and I pull. I yank backward and up, using your own sensitive flesh as a handle. Your legs immediately leave the floor, your balance utterly destroyed. A scream, high and torn, rips from your throat as I lift you clean off Dax, holding you suspended by the most vulnerable part of your body.
Dadicus & Dax
"I see you still have some fight in you," I grunt, my voice cold and close to your ear as you dangle, writhing in my grip. "Good." That’s when Dax, freed from your weight, acts. He blocks the wild punch you’d aimed at his face with one forearm, and with the other hand, he sends a right cross straight back into your already-bruised jaw. Your head snaps to the side. A puppet with its strings cut, held aloft only by my cruel, unrelenting hand. " you made the wrong choice kid... time to put you in your place"
Robert H
I’m on top of Dax, I’m about to come out with a sister, but then you come up behind, grabbing my balls and cock in your hand and pulling them backwards. “AGGHHHHHHH!!!!!” I'm forced off of Dax. “FUCK!!!!” Then Dax comes in and shoots a white cross into my jaw. My head snapping to the side. As I collapse on the ground, but still didn’t held up by your grip of my balls.
Dadicus & Dax
"I think it's time to show your friend what happens when you fuck with me," I snarl, my voice dripping with cold authority. I keep you suspended for another agonizing moment, your weight hanging from that brutal grip, letting you feel every ounce of your helplessness. Then, I let go of your balls. You crumple forward, but I don't let you fall completely. My hands shoot to your hips, guiding you, manhandling you. I force your pelvis up, arching your back, and grab your wrist. With a sharp tug, I guide your hand... then your head... toward Dax, who's already getting to his knees, his hard cock standing thick and ready. "Open up, boy," I command, my voice leaving no room for refusal.
Dadicus & Dax
Before you can even process the order, I'm positioning myself behind you. As your mouth parts... either in a gasp or in reluctant obedience... I don't wait. I spit and then press the broad, wet head of my own cock against your tight, clenched entrance. There's a moment of fierce resistance, then a give as I start to push inside, molding that tight heat to my veiny girth. The second you open your mouth for a choked cry, Dax seizes the opportunity. He thrusts forward, filling your mouth completely, his cock hitting the back of your throat with a force that makes you gag. "That's it," I grunt, my own 8" inch length slowly sheathing inside you, the sensation blindingly tight. "Take it." I start to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm, my hips meeting the back of your thighs. Dax mirrors the pace, fucking into your mouth with equal insistence. "Fuck," I breathe out, a dark laugh in my throat as I feel you clench around me. "You got a nice tight hole, Rob. Guess you're good for something after all."
Dadicus & Dax
You're utterly impaled now, front and back, a conduit for our dominance. Every thrust from me drives you further onto Dax, and every push from Dax rocks you back onto me. Your muffled gags and strangled moans are the only sounds you can make.
Robert H
I’m getting completely raped and destroyed by both of you and Dax. Getting fucked from the back. And getting my mouth filled up in the front. You both have a synchronized rhythm as your cock go deeper and deeper in me from both sides. Barely getting time to breathe. Moaning with each thrust. I'm at your complete mercy. You both are owning me.
Dadicus & Dax
That’s right. You’re ours now. There’s no more fight in you. No more defiance. Just a broken, gasping body being used exactly how we want. Every thrust from behind drives you deeper onto Dax’s cock in your mouth, and every push from Dax rocks you back onto mine. The rhythm is synchronized, punishing, and perfect... a brutal piston of ownership. You can’t speak. You can barely breathe. All that comes out are choked, guttural moans around the shaft filling your throat, and sharp, ragged gasps every time I sink deeper into you from behind. I own every one of them.
Dadicus & Dax
My hand comes down on your ass in a sharp, stinging SMACK that echoes in the humid basement air. The flesh jiggles under my palm, already red from the earlier beating, now marked by my handprint. You jerk forward, gagging harder on Dax, before being pulled back by my next thrust. "Listen to you," I growl, my voice thick and dark. "Moaning like a cheap whore. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be owned? To be used?" Dax grunts in agreement, his hands tightening in your hair, controlling the pace of your mouth. You’re nothing but a toy between us now. A tight, warm hole to be fucked, and a wet mouth to be filled. And we’re not stopping until we’re both done with you.
Robert H
The both of you are continuingly fucking me from both ends. I’m getting shoved both ways back-and-forth. As you shove in my ass, I go further on Dax’s cock. And as Dax show his cock down my throat, I go further down on your cock. You’re both taunting me at this point making me your bitch.
Dadicus & Dax
"How does it feel to be our kittle bitch right this moment". I smirk ad I push my cock deep in your mouth and hold it their "A toy being used from both ends, every shove and slam robbing you of breath and dignity". Dax’s stamina is relentless, the furious drive of a horny young man with a point to prove. He keeps ramming into your throat, his hips pistoning, using your mouth without mercy. The sounds are obscene... wet gagging, desperate nasal breaths, my own low grunts as I claim your ass. “I think he’s enjoying being our little bitch for today,” I growl, my voice strained with effort and dark amusement. “But I think he can take more.” Before you can even process the threat. I yank your head back by your hair, making you choke as I take you out of Dax's hard cock, and deliver a heavy fist between your shoulder blades... a final, punctuating blow. Then, still buried deep in your whole, I grab your hips and pulls you down, collapsing backward onto the mat. You go down with me, landing on top of me, your ass still impaled on my cock , your legs splayed and the new angle is even deeper, even more consuming.
Dadicus & Dax
Das doesn't miss a beat. he you down, dropping to his knees between your spread legs. He look down at where our bodies are joined, at the stretched, used hole I’ve already claimed. Dax’s cock a visible want and arousal from his eyes and cock . “Let’s really fill you up,” he says, and he start to push forward. It’s a different kind of stretch now. Dax cock stretching you even wider, there’s no escape as I hold your legs wide open and spread. I start to thrust deeper, harder as Dax's cock joins the motion. Every time I sink into you, your body is driven down onto Dax, forcing him deeper into you. We’re not just owning you now; we’re rewriting you. Your moans are the only proof you have left that you’re anything more than a set of holes for us to use. And we are using every single one.
Robert H
I’m completely abused and raped at this point. Getting fucked in the mouth by Dax, and you from the back. You pull my head back I’m finally able to catch my breath as Dax’s cock isn’t in my mouth. But then you deliver hard blow between my shoulder blades, sending me down. Then grab me pull me back as you rock back and your cock goes even deeper down my ass as it impales me. “UGHHHHHHH!!!” I moaning out loudly as your cock goes in deeper and deeper. Then Dax comes over. And then he starts to shove his cock into my ass alongside yours. “OH FUCCCKKK!!!!” you’re both stretching my ass. Feeling too, cocks is both painful, but also fills me with pleasure. My cock gets super hard as you both start going in deeper and deeper.
Dadicus & Dax
"That's it, take it," I grunt, my voice a harsh rasp... as I feel Dax's cock press against mine inside you. The stretch is unbelievable... a burning, overwhelming fullness that makes your whole body clench and shudder. "We're gonna split you open, boy." Dax's hand wraps around your cock, already hard and leaking, and starts to jerk you in a rough, punishing rhythm that matches our thrusts. "Look at you," he sneers "Getting off on getting wrecked." I keep my grip tight on your legs, driving deeper each time, feeling Dax's shaft slide alongside mine in that impossibly tight heat. Your moans are constant now... raw, guttural sounds of pain and shame and unwanted pleasure. "You like that, ahh? You like being our little fuck toy?" I growl, snapping my hips harder, burying myself to the hilt. "Come on, take it. Take all of it."
Dadicus & Dax
Your ass is stretched to its limit, stuffed full of both of us, and your cock is throbbing in Dax's fist... a vessel for our aggression. Every thrust is a punishment and a reward, and from the way your body keeps trembling, you can’t tell the difference anymore. "Feel that?" I pant, my own release building, fueled by your submission and the shared, tight heat. "That's what happens when you pick a fight you can't win." Dax's hand speeds up, his thumb smearing pre-cum over your head. "Gonna make you come while we're inside you," he taunts. "Gonna make you thank us for it." You’re moaning, a broken, willing thing between us.
Robert H
I have both of you inside of me just completely ravaging my ass. Dax grabs my cock and starts to jerk it off. Each thrust makes me moan out, louder and louder. My cock getting harder and harder. “UGHHH…UGHHHH….AGHHHH!!!” my cock starts to shoot load after load out as you guys thrust in me deeper and deeper.
Dadicus & Dax
The sound you make as you come is primal... Rope after rope of your cum shoots out, onto Dax’s hand, onto your own stomach and chest. Your body convulses around us, the tight heat of your ass clenching and fluttering in a final, helpless surrender. We don’t stop. The rhythm is unstoppable. We keep thrusting into you, deeper and harder, stretching you open even as you go limp beneath us. I reach down and pinch your nipple, twisting the sensitive nub hard, keeping the sharp pain alive even in your oversensitive state. Dax keeps milking your cock with rough, efficient strokes, squeezing out the last few weak spurts until nothing but clear fluid drips from the tip. Then, cruelly, he doesn’t stop. He picks up speed, jerking your now-tender, reddened cock up and down with a dry, punishing friction. A broken, sobbing gasp is all you can manage. “Aghh… fuck… I’m going to cum” Dax grunts, his own voice strained.
Dadicus & Dax
He pulls out of your ass with a wet sound. Before you can even gasp in relief, he’s on you. He grabs your head by the hair, yanking your face toward his still-hard, glistening cock. “Suck on it,” he commands, his voice ragged, and shoves himself back into your mouth. I use the moment. I get onto my knees, my own need a burning coil in my gut. I lift your hips easily, your body pliant and exhausted, and push my cock back into your well-used hole. I start to fuck you again, hard and fast, the angle deep and punishing. I’m edging myself, holding back my own release, wanting to savor this final conquest. My hands squeeze your hips, holding you wide open for me. Your chest and abs are still glistening with your own spent cum, a map of your humiliation. I look down at you, impaled on me, choking on Dax, completely broken. “Look at you,” I pant, my thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. “Our little bitch. All used up and still taking it.”
Robert H
I’m completely dry and exhausted. But Dax doesn’t stop he keeps jerking my cock. “AGGHHHH…” then Dax comes over grabs my hair and shoves his cock my throat. I start gagging the cock cutting off the air. You reposition yourself and then start to fuck me harder and rougher. I feel your cock going in deeper and deeper.
Dadicus & Dax
Your exhaustion is just another part of the show now. Dax doesn't let up. His hand is a rough, relentless machine on your spent cock, the dry friction a torment all its own. Your choked cry, "AGGHHHH…" is just noise to us... the sound of our victory. Then he moves. He grabs a fistful of your hair, his grip unforgiving, and wrenches your head back. Your mouth falls open in a gasp for air, and he uses it. He shoves his cock past your lips, deep into your throat, cutting off that air once more. You gag, your throat convulsing around him, but he holds you there, buried to the hilt.
Dadicus & Dax
I reposition behind you, getting a better angle. With your body arched and vulnerable, I drive into you again, harder, rougher, each thrust pushing you further onto Dax's cock. I can feel my own length sinking deeper than before, the wet, tight heat a perfect vise edging me to my limits. We keep the pressure on, a pincer movement of pure dominance. Dax starts to moan, his voice ragged. "Yes… suck that cock… mgh…" His hips pushing into mouth hitting the back of your throat. His body tenses, his rhythm becoming frantic, and then with a final, deep shudder, he bursts. I hear his guttural release as he empties himself down your gullet.
Dadicus & Dax
I see his body tremble with the climax, but I don't stop. I keep my pace, edging myself, pushing in and out of you with fast, deep thrusts. The sound is obscenely wet, skin on slick skin, the only other noise your ragged, muffled attempts to breathe around Dax's softening cock as you cough cum out your mouth.
Dadicus & Dax
I look down at you, a mess of sweat, spit, and submission. "All that fight," I grunt, my thrusts never faltering, "and here you are. Just a warm hole to be filled. Our little cumslut" as I burst ribbons of cum in side your whole... I keep edging my self until the last drop is inside of you... breeding you to the fullest "FUCK!!!... you feel good"
Robert H
I’m just a sex toy and slave at this point for you both. Dax grabs me and shoves down my throat so far I’m gagging and my eyes start rolling back. I start fading in and out. Feeling your cock push me harder and harder into Dax. And then Dax fills me up. His cum filling my mouth. I’m gagging and swallowing his cum. But it’s not done you keep fucking me and then I feel your cock explode and full my ass up. I’m completely spent and exhausted. “Ughhh… fuck…” I say tired but there’s a sound of accomplishment as well. “Fuck you two…”
Dadicus & Dax
I chuckle at your comment "You took it like a champ," the sound low and rough in my throat. My body is still humming, spent, but satisfied. I look down at you, a wrecked, glistening mess on the mat... our mess. I lean over, my breathing still heavy. With my thumb, I scoop up a streak of Dax's cum from your chin. I drag it slowly, deliberately, across your cheek and to your lips, making you eat it. Then I lean in and land a hard, claiming kiss on your mouth. I stand up, my muscles protesting pleasantly. I find your discarded pants nearby, balled up and sweaty. I toss them onto your chest. "Fuck us?" I say, my voice dropping to a dangerous, amused rumble as I look down at you. "You just did. And you lost." I nod toward your pants. "Get dressed. The show's over." Dax is already pulling his own clothes on, his movements languid, victorious. "should I order some Pizza" Dax ask out loud.
Robert H
I’m laying out on the ground completely broken. You and Dax have raped me and broken me. I’m naked and abused. My abs are crushed, my ass is stretched from you both fucking me, my cock is dry and used. I’m filled both in the mouth and ass from you both cumming in me. I lay there helpless. “Uhhhhh… fuck….”
Dadicus & Dax
I look down at you, a broken, panting mess on the mat... a puddle of sweat, cum, and defeat. I grab a fistful of your hair and yank you upright. You don't resist; you can't. "Come on, champ. Can't have you lying there," I grunt, dragging you to the corner of the ring. I maneuver your legs, threading them between the middle and bottom ropes, trapping you. I take your wrists, one after the other, and tie them to the top rope with quick, tight knots using the loose drawstring from your sweats. You're strung up, displayed, completely helpless.
Dadicus & Dax
I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of your ear as my hand travels over your bruised chest, pinching a nipple. "Be a good boy and wait here until the pizza arrives," I whisper, the threat laced with a dark promise. "Might still want a second round." My eyes spot your phone on the floor next to your discarded pants. I scoop it up. Your face unlocks it... of course it does. I flip to the camera. I lean in again, pressing a filthy, possessive kiss to your slack mouth. The flash goes off. I take a few more close-ups of your tied-up form, your glazed eyes, the mess on your stomach. I find my contact and send them all.
Dadicus & Dax
"Just a memory you can see," I say, tapping the screen before tossing the phone onto your bare thigh. I stand up, looking down at my handiwork. Dax is already pulling his shirt on, a silent partner in this. I grab my own tank top from the corner and pull it on over my head, the fabric sticking to my sweaty skin. "Let me know when you want to 'practice' in the future," I say, my voice casual, as if discussing the weather. "It's great for warming up." With a final pat on your cheek that's friendly to the touch, I turn and walk toward the stairs, leaving you tied and broken in the ring... a trophy of your own disastrous ambition.
~THE END~
Published: 2026-07-29, viewed 240 times.
TJ Fletch
2026-08-02 07:33Well… I enjoyed that! Fuck guys that was epic
Dadicus
2026-08-02 16:38(In reply to this)
TJ!! how you been man so long. Glad you liked it and ty so much for the comment
JJayJace
2026-07-31 23:41Dadicus never dissapoints in bringing his opponent what he deserves.
Dadicus
2026-07-31 23:49(In reply to this)
JJ buddy!! give a strong bro hug
BraveAjay
2026-07-31 11:48Namaste - नमस्ते, What do we have here! A story that does a great job of building tension from a simple act of curiosity into an intense confrontation. The dialogue feels natural, the action flows smoothly, and all characters stay true to their personalities throughout. The fight scenes are vivid and energetic, making it easy to picture every exchange while keeping the reader engaged from beginning to end. It is always an authentic pleasure to see Dadicus in control. Thank you for sharing your story on The Shelter
Dadicus
2026-07-31 17:05(In reply to this)
TY so much!! for taking of your time and reading the story and leaving a comment means a lot. Glad you enjoyed it.
Kad Royce
2026-07-30 06:34Waooo: What an immersive power: the tension rises stage after stage, carried by a nervous rhythm and a very visual writing. You create a dense, almost suffocating atmosphere where every movement, every breath, every hesitation becomes a dramatic element. The precision of the physical descriptions, the management of the tempo and the alternation between introspection and action give the text a real intensity. I liked this emotional coherence despite the violence of the duel, for the fluidity of the transitions and for the way they exploit the ring space as a character in its own right. A controlled, immersive and extremely effective writing.
Dadicus
2026-07-30 16:29(In reply to this)
TY, Kad!! I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Hearing that from you means a lot. Your stories are always such a great read, so I really appreciate the kind words!
Masked Bear
2026-07-29 22:34Very hot action and punishment and let’s not forget that cum explosion. Great work from all participants.
Dadicus
2026-07-29 22:57(In reply to this)
TY!!! I'm honored you enjoyed the read. Your thoughtful comments means a lot.
ChampXXX
2026-07-29 19:23Nothing but the hottest action from Dadicus and this is no exception.
Dadicus
2026-07-29 22:54(In reply to this)
Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed the read. I truly appreciate your kind comment!