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Josh Beathard:
For ages my family has been ruleing about a large area. Doing buissnes in finance stuff, dealing drugs. There have always been intruders, that try to take over our area, or police trying to lock us up, but they never had success. My privat army always takes care of it and protects my family. We live in a villa that reflects our wealth
My army knows how to protect me, all well trained and been with us for ages
Jeff and Sam are motorbike maniacs, when ever I leave the house the guard my car on bikes. They spent most of there time in the garage, always ready for my tours.
Peter and Matt my shadows, the guard the house, watching who ever trys to get in always on the move on the land of the estate as well as in the house
Tom my baby brother, my closes advicer and always around me. I loveam this kid, always loyal understands me best, both raised by our mom we know we can count on each other, nomatter what happens.
Me Enzo, born and raised the crown prince by my father, took over buisness at a young age as my dad was killed in an ambush, not far from the villa, he was betraied by one of his own men.
Thats why Tom and I are always on alert, protecting our family and dads lagacy.
Dirk Bolt:
I enter into the forest around the Mafia boss´s house with my commando partner Derrick. He is highly trainded commando soldiers, years in Seals and knows perfectly to act in this kind of missions. Our task is not to arrest the boss, but to eliminate him. I look at Derrick and see him ready.
We start to sneak closer to the tall wall around the house and he shows me the sign. We climb over it and check out if there are any guards around. We both know this place ied heavily guarded. We run closer to the house and hide in the bushes to see if any guards will appear.
Josh Beathard:
The villa is protected with a high wall and cameras everywhere. But in the daytime my guys are often busy not paying that much attention but Jeff and Sam do a patrol here and there,
Sam will take this one, the young muscled biker tells his buddy he will be right back
He opens the door and starts his patrol along the wall through the park
Dirk Bolt:
I see that young motorbike guy coming and showe derrick a sign to wait. I will handle this. Just when Sam passes the bush where I am hiding with Derrick I stand up and walk behind Sam. Without a warning I hit my hard fist into his neck.
Josh Beathard:
Sam suprised by the attack drops to his knees, trys to look back an trys to get up quick he sees you behind him
Tryes to reach his beaper to alarm Jeff
Dirk Bolt:
I see Sam lifting up his hand to call help. "Don´t even try that, boy!", I shout and aim a kick into Sam´s hand holding the beeper sending the device away from your hand. I look at the young man and grab him by the hair aiming my knee into his face.
Josh Beathard:
Fuck the beaper flyes befor Sam could warn the others, he feels pain as you pull him by his hair, but he manages to block your knee with his arms. Trying to grab your leg and drop you with pushing his muscled body in you locking your knees
Dirk Bolt:
I fall down on my ass as I try to kick Sam´s head with my free leg.
Josh Beathard:
Sam on the way geting up got stunned by the headkick, stumbling back
Sam knows he needs to win this battle, he has a chipcard to get in even stop the alarmsystem which means free entry
Dirk Bolt:
Sam is about to give alarm so I kick him in the chin, another kick in to his balls. As he starts to squirm in the crowd I place my boot on his neck and move all my 132 kg on it. Sam looks me terrifyed as I stomp his neck harder.
Josh Beathard:
He still trys to crawl away even though the stompkicks do hurt and slow him down. He trys to push himself up to get up.he tryes to kick up backwards, just his boot flying up hope to get you off
Dirk Bolt:
"Look at that.. boy has some guts. Still trying to fight back. I try to aim Sam in the head again
Josh Beathard:
Sam is allmost up when you knock him down with annother headkick. His huge muscled body shows in his leather suit, drops to the floor rolling to his back looking you straight in the eyes. He does not recognize you
Dirk Bolt:
I take a commando knife from my thigh and start to approach Sam "I will cut your throat now", I almost whisper as I squat closer to him and grab him by his hear
Josh Beathard:
Fuck, Sam trying to reach for your knive arm. No fuck he screams. His face in fear, hopeing to be able to hold against his eyes on the blade
Dirk Bolt:
We struggle for the knife. He is strong and fighting for his life. I try to hit me knee into his ribs
Josh Beathard:
The two bulls struggle, Sam tryes to headbutt you, knowing its his duty to kill you or die,“Uggh“ the knee its and cracks his rip, he coughs,
Dirk Bolt:
"Good try Sam I say as his head butt hits my cheek. I start to turn the blade slowly with both of my hands int Sam´s chest as I knee him in the ribs again snapping few of then.
Josh Beathard:
Sam is in shock as he feels the pain and sees the knive sink in his muscled chest through the open zipper, he feels it sinking in he trys to get a hold of the knive with one hand grabing your shoulder with the other. Stareing at you fear of death in his eyes, teasting blood running through his mouth his body shakeing
Dirk Bolt:
I thrust the blade harder into Sam´s chest and see how the blood starts to run out of his mouth. His body convulsing few time violently until he stays quiet and falls down on his back. His eyes staring into nowhere.
Josh Beathard:
He is laying on his back, his hands and eyes at the blade, body shakeing he is trying to pull the nive out “Bastard“ is his lst word, he passes
Dirk Bolt:
I pull out the blade from his chest and clean it into his leather jacket as I show my partner a signg to continue.
Josh Beathard:
As you pull out the blade Sam is looking you straight in the eye his body shakeing blood running out of his mouth. He is slowly dieing,
Dirk Bolt:
I look at Sam and take the key card from his hand as I crush his wind pipe with my boot and stop his last moves. "DEAD!", I say to Derrick as we continue and enter into the house.
Josh Beathard:
Jeff is in the garage, workeing at his bike him and Sam want to go on a quick tour when Sam is back. Its strange he does not return. Jeff presses his pager hopeing to get a text. He walks to the door. He is all geared up allready, like Sam his zipper at the jacket is open showing his muscled chest
presses his pager hopeing to get a text. He walks to the door. He is all geared up allready, like Sam his zipper at the jacket is open showing his muscled chestDirk Bolt:
We arrive to the house. I show Derrick he shoud go to the garage while I continue searching the downstair rooms. Derrick smiles at me and shows me the sign to cut throat meaning that we kill anyone we will meet. I smile back to him and continue forward. Derrick starts to approach the garage.
DERRICK:
I sneak quietly to the garage and see this young man in his biker suit... all in leather. I can see his big chest knowing he must be a strong guy. He is using some kind of device and is not paying any attention to me. "Hey man!", I shout and aim my fist into his throat and then immediately aim my knee into his guts.
Josh Beathard:
Jeff all of a sudden hears “Hey man“ he turns around and sees a massive build guy standing right in front of him. His metal divice holding on too. The punch hits his throat he coughs , hard breathing. And than “ uggh“ the knee sinks in his unprepared gut. Jeff drops to his knees looking up at the big guys face. “you fucking bitch,“ stunned. Smacking the device at his knee from the side all mad and knowing he needs to defend his boss and kill the guy
DERRICK:
I see my knee hits your guts but your thick leather jacket is aborbing the biggest impact but is enough to send you down to your knees. "Surprise boy, prepare to dye!", I take a step back and aim a roundhouse kick to your head.
Josh Beathard:
Jeff pulls up the wrench as you kick and smacks it in your knee as you kick. He rolls over trying to get on his feet, to stand up against Derrick.
DERRICK:
I moan and take jump backwards holding my knee as you stand up. I look at you and stretch my hand too have some distance to you while I try to recover
Josh Beathard:
Jeff swings the wrench at you wrist you point towards him. Stompkick to the damaged knee
DERRICK:
I Manage to move my hand just in time and save my wrists as you stomp kick my knee again. I moan and land on my good knee trying to keep what wrench away from my head. I aim my fist into your groin trying to crush your balls good.
Josh Beathard:
You groin shot hits good, Jeff drops the wrench he grabs his balls drops to his knees in pain. The are grounded both.
DERRICK:
I lunge forward trying to get a hold of the wrench
Josh Beathard:
Jeff trys to tackle Derrick down to keep him away from the wrench, trys to slight on to derricks muscled back.
DERRICK:
I fall down just before I reach the wrench. We roll on the ground. I try to give you a head butt in the face and hit my knee into your guts
Josh Beathard:
The headbutt breaks Jeffs nose, fuck he rolls off than the knee makes Jeff to roll more, seams it hurt his rips
DERRICK:
I smile when I see you in pain. I think I have you now. I climb on your chest and punch your face as my hand tries to reach for the wrench again. "Say goodbye to this world biker boy!"
Josh Beathard:
The punches hit his face hard, Jeff trys to kick his knees in Derricks back. He grabs the arm reaching for the wrench, trys to bridge quick roll around on the big guy
DERRICK:
You are tougher than I thought and your knee hits me hard in the back. We roll again and you manage to roll us around and pin me down as you reach for the wrench. I see you have it in your hand as I send a hard punch into your solar plexus.
Josh Beathard:
Jeff sees his chance as he reaches the wrench, but than you hit my solar plexus, Jeff stopps for a minute than he ellbows Derrick pretty face
DERRICK:
AAAAAARGGGHHH... I scream in pain as your elbow breaks my nose and upper lip. I try to push you away sending another punch into your guts
Josh Beathard:
The muscled biker stays on top but feel the gut punches, stunned as the blows hit his cracked rip. He trys to push the wrench on Derricks throat, Jeff still hopes his buddy Sam will show up soon to help
DERRICK:
I grab to wrench with both of my hands and try to push it away from my throat. You manage to get it against my throat and I am afraid the worst. I see your face close to mine. We struggle who will get the control as I suddenly release my right hand of it and punch my fist into your Adam´s apple.
Josh Beathard:
The punch in the Adamsappel makes Jeff hammer the wrench down to Derricks face. Grabs his throat with both hands coughing in shock not being able to breath leanung forward his beard scratchung at Derricks cheak
DERRICK:
My face is bleeding and I see stars but I see you in peril too. I start to hammer violently my fists into your both temples. "I will kill you"
Josh Beathard:
Jeff is in trouble still not able to breath, feeling the punches hit. He still presses his head against yours, while his musckled leather covered body keeps Derrick pinned to the ground, Jeff wiggles his hand on Derricks mouth and nose between their heads pressing at your broken nose, clocking your breathing
DERRICK:
You are about to crush me, to finish me when I give you another head butt and punch my fists hard into your sides trying to push you away from my body. I feel your lower ribs snapping
Josh Beathard:
You smack your head in my face thanks to Jeff hand inbetween the heads on your mouth and nose. Than the punches hit my rips which you attacked earlier. He feels the rip breack he schreams in pain. “you gonna pay for this“ he whispers in Derricks ear hurting badly acting tough
DERRICK:
I grab the wrench again with both of my hands and manage to get the control of it. I am still under you when I stretch my hand holding the wrench and hit it hard into your temple.
Josh Beathard:
The wrench hits, Jeff reaches up to his temple, his eyes in shock and pain he rolls off from Derricks massive body, he trys to sit up
DERRICK:
I see your head bleeding as you fall down. I lift my torso up from the ground still holding the wrench as I start to hammer your body with it.
Josh Beathard:
Jeff keeps his leathercovered muscled arms up to protect his head. Knowing his protectors might help but the wrench hits him hard. Feels some terrible pain in one arm
DERRICK:
I start to hammer the wrench into your head and throat.
Josh Beathard:
The attacks get more brutal, som blows hit the head. He trys to upkick to Derricks groin to stop his rage. The two muscle bulls, fighting hard
DERRICK:
Your kick into my groim hits me good and I moan in pain. The wrench flies far from my hand as my body folds. We start toroll on the ground trying to pin each other
Josh Beathard:
Jeffs Arms are bruised under the leather jacket, his face all bloodied up. He has a hard time moving, trys to attack and controll the musckled beast but has trouble to hold grip with one hand fuck the wrench must have wripped something.
DERRICK:
I manage to pin you under my body and I hit my knee hard into your groin as I lift up my arm ready to aim the wrench into your head. "Prepare to die, man"
Josh Beathard:
Jeff screams of the groinshot, your muscled beast on top raises his arms to protect his head as he sees Derrick lifting the wrench, trys to bridge you off in panic, worried look on his face, wished his buddy Sam would come back to help him
DERRICK:
"Nobody will come to help you, if that´s what you are waiting for. Your buddy stopped breathing suddenly", I laugh and start to hammer the wrench into your head and face over and over again until your face is turning into shapeless mess of blood and broken bones. I keep on hammering your head trying to break your skull with the heavy tool.
Josh Beathard:
“Fuck noooo“ Jeff screams after the bad news, trys to poke your eye, “have mercy“ he sreams, but Derrick rains down blows to the arms, Jeff feels them break as he trys to cover his face than they hit his sculll. He starts to pass out. Blood pooring over his leather suite and muscled chest, you seam not to have mercy
DERRICK:
I see your body convulsing violently as I keep on hammering your skull with the tool until I hear that cracking sound as the bone cracks. Your brains start to leak out of your head slowly.
Josh Beathard:
Jeff feels his scull break passes out. His muscled body shakeing under your guy his broken arms in the air
DERRICK:
I see the man´s body gets limp as he dies. I turn to look back and see my buddy smiling me at the door. I stand up and we drag the motorbiker´s body into the toilet closing the door behind us. "Let´s move upstairs. I think we have more fight to do."
I smile and nod.. let´s move. Be careful and keep your eyes open.
Peter and Matt can t get a hold of Jeff and Sam, the take the outdoor stairs to go and check on them. The find alot of blood in the garage but the other two are nowhere to be found. The carefully check the indoor hallway leading up
Dirk Bolt:
"Derrick, shhhh.. I hear someone is getting up the stairs", I say to my partner as we hide into different rooms opposite the corridor. I show a sign to Derrick to be careful and wait for my sign before attacking. I see two tough looking guys getting up and show Derrick 2 fingers. He nods that he has understood.
Josh Beathard:
Something is wrong Peter signal he will take the stairs outside to come back from upstairs. Matt carfully walks forward, his hand at his belt holding his glock
Dirk Bolt:
I move my head out of the door and see two tough guys just in front of me. Before I have time to react one of them closes the door and lock it with the key. I am trapped in the dark storage.
Josh Beathard:
After looking in the one intruder Peter comes down the stairs, Matt closeing in on the invader from the other he comes up infront of you pointing his glock at Derrick “ Hands up“
DERRICK:
I lift my hands up and see my partner closed in the storage room. The guy in front of me is a tough man holding a gun. We here his friend is coming down the stairs and the man turns to look behind him. I don´t hesitate but kick him in the hand holding the glock and I a punch to his chin.
Josh Beathard:
Matt surprised by the attack his gun goes flying, and stunned by the punch. But he knows you are brual, as all the blood and cuts show in his face and body. Matt strikes right back, straight right to his face soccerkick to the knee again left hook at your body. Peter comeing around the courner, stompkicks his heavy bikerboot in Derricks spine from behind
DERRICK:
I feel suddenly a hard hit that lands on my spine as thre guy in front of my kicks my in the knee and punch my ribs. I moan in pain and collapse into my knees. I try to punch the guy in front of me in the nuts.
Josh Beathard:
Matt drops to his knees by the groinshot, he headbuts Derrick hard as hell, breathing hard, Peter fronkicks the spine again, grabs Derrick by his hair and pulls his body back on his
DERRICK:
I struggle like hell trying to send my fists where ever I can. "I will kill you guys!"
Josh Beathard:
Peter catches derricks arm and twist it hard, “ you gonna die bitch, Peter hammers a knie at the twisted arms sholder hopeing to wrip it
DERRICK:
I scream as I feel my arm getting broken. I send the elbow of my good hand backwards trying to hit your knee,
Josh Beathard:
You hit the knee Peter tackels you down as he looses balance, Matt stompkicks you head with his cowboy boot, spers cutting in your skin as he stompkicks the back of the head
DERRICK:
THe hard hit from your boot hits the back of my skull and I roar in pain. My eyes are rolling in my head and my vision get blurry. I feel dazed as I fall forward hitting my face against the floor.
Josh Beathard:
Matt grabs your hair smacks your head face down in the tiled floor, peter bents the befor attacked arm back trying to twist it out of your shoulder
DERRICK:
I struggle and try to get free but you have a good hold of me and I am too dazed. I hear that loud thud when my shoulder gets out of the socket and I start to scream. I try to kick the guy behind me but he is too close. I can´t reach him. "LET ME GO FUCKERS!"
Josh Beathard:
Peter comes from behind he kicks hard in your balls, “you did not give our guyes a chance bitch“ Matt stumpkicks the head again
DERRICK:
My screams fill the house when my balls are kicked hard from behind. I feel something breaking in my bulge knowing probably one of my testicles have ruptured in my sack. I feel like puking when my head is stomped hard against the floor. I get dazed.. unable to struggle even. Just moaning quietly.
Josh Beathard:
The bastard must have killed our buddies. He has got to pay for that. Matt stompkicks the grounded muscle killers spine hard with the back of the cowboy boot, while Peter is informing the boss and his brother about the intruders, to be informed nothing to worrie about he and Matt take care of it than they turn Derrick to his back ripping his shirt of, looking at the musckled beasts ripped, bruised body and his hurting face he looks in pain and fear
DERRICK:
I barely can move, my balls are bleeding inside the sack, my face is broken and bleeding too, one of my arms is dislocated and broken. I feel the strong stomp against my spine that hurts like hell but I hardly have strength to moan when I am turned on to my back and my shirt is ripped off. I see you both of you towering me. I try to crawl backwards..
Josh Beathard:
Peter sees you try to crawl backwards but he grabs you by your hair again pulls you up to your knees, puts his arm around your throat from behind, starts chokeing you. Matt stompkicks you in your muscled gut, you look in fear, “bet you bastads did not give Jeff and Sam a chance“, you are showing fear and you know we will not stop even go after your family later
DERRICK:
I swallow deep when I am liften into my knees by my hair. I know you won´t let me live that you just want to see me dying and revenge what we did to those biker guys. My body is hurting every place, I am dazed and hardly can think. I see the eyes of these guys and I know I don´t have much time left. Suddenly I hit my good hand elbow backwards and try to hit the guy behind me in the nuts or into his knee. It´s my last attempt to cause damage.
Josh Beathard:
You hit Peter good with your ellbow he lets go of you. But Matt sees that and gets mad, he looks if you get up.
DERRICK:
My balls are destroyd, my arms are in bad shape but my legs are still in quite good shape. I am dazed but manage to get up into my feet and lunge forward trying to spear the guy in front of me with my good shoulder as I punch him in the guts. "I might die but not before taking one of you with me"
Josh Beathard:
Matt smiles as he spears him, ellbows him hard to his spine. “ You not gonna take me down“ run my fingers through his eyes
DERRICK:
I scream as Matt manage to block my attack and feel his fingers enter into my eyes. I feel how both of the eyeballs pop as his fingers enter deeper. I scream loud and collapse into my knees trying to protect my face with the hand.. I can feel my eyes turned into pulp and how they are leaking on my face.. My body shaking violently.. I fall down on my back.
I crawl and see your gun on the floor as I try to reach it as fast as I can.
Josh Beathard:
Peter sees you crawling to his gun. He stompkicks on the fingers as you try to reach out breakeing the finger. Suprised you could se the gun at all, after your eyes where bleeding so bad, Matt grabs you by the hair and pulls you close to the door where your buddy is locked in. “tell your buddy to surrender, to spare you further pain “ Peter picks up his Glock pointing it at the door
DERRICK:
AAAAARRGHH.. MY FINGERS!, I scream when you break them with your boot. "Ask my buddy to surrender? FUCK YOU TWO!", I scream and try to struggle and hit you with my good elbow. "He will kill you both"
Josh Beathard:
That little bastard still hitting but since he is not seeing anything Peter smacks the back of his pistol smacking it on your scull, crack cut dripping blood down your face. Stompkick in your gut
DERRICK:
"Aaaaarghhh", I scream loud as I feel something breaking in my skull and leaving me even more dazed. I fall down on my back as one of the guys start to stomp kick my guts making my body fold and squirm. I try to grab one of them by his ankle.. but I am getting weaker and weaker..
Josh Beathard:
As you try to controll Petes foot Matt soccerkicks Derrick in the gead his body flying at the door of the room you are locked in
DERRICK:
I don´t see what hits me but I think it´s the foot of one of them sending my body violently against the door. I turn on to my stomach and try to squirm away. "Buddy, don´t care about me. Kill these guys"
Josh Beathard:
Your locked in buddy talks to the weaping scared Derrick leaning against the door, as your buddy talking to him “ let me out, man hang in “
DERRICK:
I know I don´t have much hope alone against these two guys. I try to reach blind the key in the lock to open the door and let my buddy out. He is the only one who can perhaps save my life. I touch the door with my hand, searching for the key as I suddenly find it. I turn the key in the lock and hear how the lock is opened. "It´s open buddy"
Matt and Peter look at each other, as the door opens Peter aims his pistol at the door and fires a shot in Derricks back as he tryes to get up, he falls in your arms
DERRICK:
I feel a sharp pain in my back. I know this pain since I was shot once before many years ago. I was lucky then and got cured. This time the bullet goes into my lung and I start to cough blood. I squirm away from the door trying to leave space enough for my buddy to open it as I grab with mygood hand and using my last strength one of the guys by his ankle.
Josh Beathard:
Peter drops to the ground, stompkicks in your face, Matt staying next to the door waiting for you to get out, Derrick coughs blood, Peter shoffs the pistol in Derricks mouth, you shiwer, and wham , pull the tricker
DERRICK:
I feel the metal barrell of the gun forced into my mouth and I stop moving. I lift my good hand up to push your leg away when I hear the loud BANG! but will never know what caused it.
The bullet enters into Derricks mouth and comes out from his neck. He collapses down on the ground.. DEAD. Blood streaming out from his mouth. I take a few steps backwards inside the storage room and with all my might I spear the door slamming it open with full force. The suddenly opening door slams against the head of Matt sending him backwards as I kick Peter into his wrist making him to drop the gun. "Time to dye boys", I say as I see Derricks dead body on the ground. "You will pay for this"
Josh Beathard:
Peter holding his wrist after the kick. Matt knocked out by the door to his head, leaning against the wall.. Peter gets up knowing you are a killer
Dirk Bolt:
I look at Peter getting up slowly from the ground as I grab him by his hair and aim my knee into his face 3 times in row breaking his nose. I let him go and turn around facing Matt. "Your turn boy", I spit and aim a huge uppercut to his face. Matt moves his head backward so dodgle my punch when I hit my knee into his balls trying to crush them against the wall.
Josh Beathard:
Peter is on his knees after the knees to his face whipeing the blood from his nose. He trys to stand up, sees you attacking Matt, Peter stompkicks your spine hard with his heavy boot from behind, Matt on the floor screeming in pain after your groinshot
Dirk Bolt:
Peter´s spine kick is mostly absorbed by my thick leather jacket as I turn to look at him. "Wait for your turn", I say mockingly as I place my hand behind Peters skull and jump a bit aiming my knee into his face. I can hear his jaw breaking with a loud snapping sound.
Josh Beathard:
Peter shocked you ate the kick. But your jumped in knee breaks his jaw, he grabs your shoulders looks at you in pain headbutting you hard in your face. Matt stands behind you and hammers a knee in your liver and an ellbow in your neck
Dirk Bolt:
Peter broken jaw is hurting too much making his head butt strong but he manages to make my head to tilt back as I feel Matt attacking me from behind. I fold forward after receiving his elbow in my neck and aim a hard uppercut into Peter´s groin. As I see Peter to drop down I swing around and aim a hard heart punch just below to Matt´s left chest. Seeing Matt to fold I aim an uppercut to his throat.
Josh Beathard:
Matt is down to his knees after the attack he is holding his throat breathing hard. His buddy in shock grabs your head from behind pokeing your eyes with his fingers, peter pulls your muscled body to his chest, kneeind in your kneepids to pull you down
Dirk Bolt:
I feel Peter behind me trying to make me blind as he tryes to get me down . "Let me show a reverse head butt", I shout as I tilt my head backwards hitting the back of my skull against your face and stomp your toes with my commando boot.
Josh Beathard:
Fuck Peter screems as your headbutt hits his jaw, and he walks back. Matt still on his knees, punches up hard at your groin, hopeing to knock you down. He grab your belt to pull you down as well
Dirk Bolt:
I see Matt´s fist approaching my groin fast. I snap a grab of it and stretch your arm starting to hit my knee repeatedly into your face. "You want to taste my knee too? TASTE IT".
Josh Beathard:
Matt drops to the floor, you are in total beast mode, Matt lands on Derricks corps, Peter stompkicks in your spine with his cowboy boot, his spers cutting over your back
Dirk Bolt:
I moan as I feel the sharp pain in my back and turn back to Peter. "You still want more?", I spit on your face as I place my hand again on the backside of your skull and hit my elbow on your broken jaw making it popping out from it´s sockets.
As you drop down on your knees I hit the elbow hard into your skull.
Josh Beathard:
Peter feels a crack on his scull. Matt tackles you from behind to wrestle you down to give the grounded Peter a chance to rest, feeling your muscled body against myn, our leatherjackets quieking each other
Matt feels a hard something on your belt
Dirk Bolt:
We start to wrestle on the ground. I am surprised how strong Matt is even after all the hits I have given to him I try to pin him down hitting my knee into his balls as my right hand moves to my belt. I punch Matt´s face with my left hand and pull out my right hand holding a big commando knife in it. "It was a pleasure to know you, man", I hiss. Matt´s eyes get wide open when I make a fast move sliding my hand from left to right slicing Matt´s throat. His blood is spraying out from his throat on my face.
Josh Beathard:
Matt reaches for his throat after he feels slighting across, Matts eyes wide open. He is opening his mouth trying to breath, his body shakeing blood spraying on his shirt and down his leather jacket. Peter watches the sceen and trys to crawl to his pistol.
Dirk Bolt:
I turn to look back at Peter who is desperately trying to crawl to reach the gun. I grab him by his leg and pull him closer stomp kicking his skull making him to crush his face against the floor. "Wait, I haven´t finished with you yet".
I return back with Matt and open his pants taking a good grab of his balls as I stretch them. Placing the blade on the base of his balls I slice them off and hang the in my hand showing them to his dying eyes. Then I turn back to Peter.
I grab Peter by his hair and stuff his mouth with the balls of Matt. It´s easy since Peter´s jaw is dislocated. I stick them deep and kick him in the mouth obligating Matt´s balls enter deep into Peter´s throat.
Josh Beathard:
Matt unable to scream but his handsome face in fear, pain watching whats happening to him, when you cut offhis balls. Peter still hanging in but after all the abuse not able to fight back. His jaw hurts so bad than you shuff the testicals in he chokes, looks over to the heavy bleeding still moveing matt his body cramping. Peter not giveing up, grabing you by your balls twisting them with all he got left in him and gives a screem of rage to get all his strength together
Dirk Bolt:
I moan in pain as my hands move between my legs trying to pull out your hands from my trapped balls. Despite the pain in my nuts I punch my fist into your open mouth and force Matt´s balls deeper into your throat cutting your air flow completely as I hit my other fist into your temple. "You are tough to kill", I shout as you finally release your hold of my nuts.
I stand up slowly, still holding my balls. "Fuck you got them good", I think to myself as I see you slowly trying to get up into your feet
Josh Beathard:
Peter is chokeing trying to cough matts balls out to breath again. Releases your balls and trys to grab your belt you get up I follow up. You still got your knive I got to worry about. I spit out matts balls he still moves not giveing up to die. He turnd around trying to crawl
peterc falls toward you rameing my shoulder in your gut, tackling you down, and try to beat at you
Dirk Bolt:
I hit my back against the wall behind me as you try to spear me with your shoulder. I hit my elbow into your spine. hard. "You like to play with balls? Let´s play with balls then". I kick between your legs and hit my knee several times into your balls until you fall down to your knees. I kick you hard in the back seeing you vomiting blood. "The show will continue"
I kick you down on your back and kick your legs wide spread open when I start to stomp kick your abs and balls over and over again turning you into bloody pulp. "How does you like this?"
Josh Beathard:
Fuck the first attack seamed to go well but Peter is weakend by the brual attacks. He feels his rips crack poke it in his lungs. He tastes blood in his mouth. Than you attack his balls, he dropps to the ground in pain he looks up to you, straight in your eyes “bastard“. Matt looks over with his last strenth seeing his buddy getting beat up, he dies his body stops moveing out
Dirk Bolt:
I watch Peter´s body convulsing on the floor. His and Matt´s blood have spilled on my face as kick Peter in his ribs, over and over again hearing how his ribs start to snap. "Are you still with me?", I spit on his face.
Josh Beathard:
“,Fuck I am ashole“ Peter says, reaching for your belt to pull you close, cant get up leaning his head against your muscled gut.
Dirk Bolt:
I have a big smile on my face seeing your attempt to get up from the floor. "You want I help you?", I ask mockingly grabbing a snap of your throat and digging my fingers around your adam´s apple. I start to crush your windpipe slowly trying to break it.
Josh Beathard:
You lift Peter up by his throat, he grabs you by his wrist. He reaches to your face with one hany scratching his hand across your face and eyes
Dirk Bolt:
"You have still fight on you ?", I shout as I move my head to the side trying to dodge your attempt to rake my face. I lift your body up from your throat until you feet are swinging in the air as my fingers enter into your windpipe crushing your Adam´s apple. I hold you a moment more give you a hard head butt and throw your body against the wall.
Josh Beathard:
Peter goes flying grabs his throat. His windpipe got crushed, he fights himself up to his feet, but only makes it to his knees,
Dirk Bolt:
I slowly walk to Peter seeing he getting on his knees. I grab you by your hair and drag your body next to the stairs so that your head is hanging free. I Grab a firm hold of your head lifting it upwards and then crush it hard down breaking your neck against the stair. "Good bye fighter"
Josh Beathard:
Peter unable to fight back as you pull him to the stairs, and crack breaks his neck. His body goes num. At this moment
Tom opens the door and sees you breaking Peters neck. He slams the door and runs in to warn the boss, trys to reach the others, but none of them replays. He knows only the two are left. He gets in fightstance as the boss locks himself in his bedroom
Dirk Bolt:
I clean my hands from Peter´s and Matt´s blood in my pants and turn to face the tough looking young man who is in front of me. I take my fighting stance and wait for your reaction. I know you have the advantage on your side since I am a bit tired after all these fights. "See what happened to your friends. I will kill you too. So better escape while you can!"
Josh Beathard:
Tom runs up to the bosses liveingroom, makeing sure he is save knowing you follow him up.
Dirk Bolt:
I start to smile first when I think that you really escaped until I understand you actually are protecting your boss. But stupid man, you are just showing me the route to him. I run after you and finally find you standing in fron of the boss pointing me with a pistol. "You look so cutes together", I laugh as I step closer.
"Drop your gun if you want to live"
Josh Beathard:
The young guy saw the bloodbath you caused downstairs. He knows it s his turn to protect the boss all he trained for. He slowly pushes the boss into the bedroom,“ lock the door from inside I got that“ and turns to you gun at point, “ lift your hands and turn around“,
Dirk Bolt:
I have a wide grin on my face as I lift my hands up and slowly approach you. I see you following each of my moves when I suddenly hit my hand into your wrist pushing your arm away from my and hit your guts with my knee
Josh Beathard:
The young bull bents over in pain, bearhuges your guy to reduse the distance. And tackles your guy down, landing on top
Dirk Bolt:
My intention was to make you to drop the gun. You tackle me down landing on top of me. I wrap my hands around your body and wee start to wrestle on the floor. I can tell immediately you are much better and trained fighter than those other guys. I wrap my legs around your waist and lock my feet behind your back as I squuze hard your waist with my strong thigst punching your face.
Josh Beathard:
Tom stuck, feels you fucking strong muscles. He trys to block your punches, Tom starts to ellbow down at your nose and face. Hitting your throat as well
Dirk Bolt:
I moan in pain when your elbow hits my throat and face. I try to take a grab of your wrists as I add pressure on your waist trying to snap some lower ribs with my thighs. Holding your hands in my tight hold I lift my face closer to give you a head butt in your nose.
Josh Beathard:
Tom is traped but does not stay still, wiggles his arms out. Starts beating in pain on you the headbutt stunned him a bit. He reaches down to you balls, grabs your balls squeezes them hard
Dirk Bolt:
The head butt makes my nose bleeding and I release your hands. Before I have time to react I feel your hand sliding between my legs and starts to squeeze my big balls. I scream in pain and move legs away from your waist as my hands try to pull of your hand from my nuts. "FUCKER.. LET MY NUTS!", I scream and punch your solar plexus hard trying to roll away from you.
Josh Beathard:
Tom rolls away trying to get up quick looking down at you in fightstance, “get up bitch“ waveing at you. He is getting cocky
Dirk Bolt:
Grabbing my aching balls I slowly get up and look at your cocky face. I rush to you leaning a bit down as I spear your guts with my wide shoulder sending your body against the wall.
Josh Beathard:
Uggh Tom hits the wall, he ellbows down at your spine very hard, presses the head down, smack hard ellbows at your neck and the back of your head
Dirk Bolt:
I stumble trying to stay on my feet. You are fucking tough fighter. I finally collapse down into my knees and look at your face. You are furious. I shove my arm between your legs trying to crush your balls with my bicep. "No babies for you!"
Josh Beathard:
The young bull dropps to his knees too, your bizept stinn traped headbutt in your face, arm around your neck to tackel you down, kneeing your gut
Dirk Bolt:
I punch your throat as I moan loud when your knee hits my guts. We start to roll on the floor trying to take the control over another. I hit my palm into your face as my fingers try to enter into your eyes.
Josh Beathard:
He ripps your hand off of his face. He will not give in coughs but continues. He is strong trying to turn you. Tom keeps punching tryes to get a chokehold of you squeezing hard
Dirk Bolt:
I try to climp on top of you and aim my knee between your legs trying to finish your balls and get my hand free. I chop your throat with a karate punch.
Josh Beathard:
Tom reaches his hands to his throat after your karate chop. But. Trys to bridge you off his balls in pain. He does a quick reach up poke your eye with his thumb ant trys to roll to turn position
Dirk Bolt:
I swipe your hand away from my face and we keep on rolling. I kick your ribs and roll away from you. Having a safe distance from you I fast get up into my feet. "I will kill you man!"
Josh Beathard:
Tom still on his back sees you get up upkicks in your balls right with his heavy boot, annother kick in your face as you bent over
The young bull hopes to get a chance to breath through
Dirk Bolt:
"MY NUTS! ", I scream as your boot lands on my face sending me backwards. I fall down on my back and roll away rubbing my nuts and face. I get up to my feet again, holding my nuts still and approach you angry. I see you getting into your knees as I aim a hard soccer kick into your head.
Josh Beathard:
The soccerkick knocks Tom down, holding his face rolling on the ground
Dirk Bolt:
I walk to Tom and place my commando boot on his throat. "Something to say?", I ask when I see the bedroom door opened and the boss himself gets out. "Came to see how I kill your son?", I laugh. I place my weight on Tom´s throat..starting to add more weight on it
Josh Beathard:
Tom looks over to his brother in fear but waves me to go back in the room. Tough to see him in a situation like that. I know he was raised to protect me and he lives up to it. But it is still hard for me so it like that. I close the door lean against it with my back hear him scream.
Tom grabs your foot with both hands, tryes to push it off and twist your knee, upkicks in your balls again
Dirk Bolt:
I was paying too much attention to Boss and didn´t see Tom´s foot coming hard and crushing my balls. I move my foot away from your throat as my hands go between my legs nursing my balls and fall down on top of Tom´s exposed abd with both of my knees. My 132 kg of weight lands on your guts hard. I send my fist into your solar plexus, that soft spot between your pecs and aim another punch into your jaw line. "Prepare to dye!"
Josh Beathard:
Tom on his back you keep on punching down his gutin pain after you dropping in it with both knees, he is not ready to die, smacks both hands up at your throat to bridge you off.
I open my door a bit to see if Tom killed you yet, none of you noticing I peek
Fuck Tom seams hurt, but he is still fighting back.
Dirk Bolt:
I feel Tom´s hands on my throat but just smile back to him. "Too late for that. Let your old man enjoy the view!", I laugh and punch my fist into your mouth and then move both of my thumbs and thrust them deep into your eyes until the rupture and send a wet jelly stuff on my face.
Josh Beathard:
Tom screams punches up wild blinded trying to roll you off and get up he stumbles in the dark in derection falling in the door I watched him getting blinded. I pull him in look the door from inside. Hugging Tom the eyefluid and blood allover his leather jacket he is crying dropping to his knees. Don t die on me buddy. Tom coughing blood “Brother, I am sorry I failed you“ his body drops, he passes out, I screem “Nnnooo, fuck this bastard will pay for that. I hug him, lay him on my bed and listen at the door whats going on inside
Dirk Bolt:
I can tell Tom is out of the fight and that means I have the main target left only. I enter into the bedroom and see Tom dying on the bed and you.. you standing next to him. You look angry.
Josh Beathard:
I look angry? I am mad as hell.you fucking bastard brutaly killed my brother. I look at you rais my fists, “you are dead motherfucker
Dirk Bolt:
I hear your words and smile. "You have seen what I have done with all your men: killed them all! What makes you think you are an exception?", I laugh
Josh Beathard:
“you batard did not“ I don t beleave what you said. My men are all well trained. I move towards you. Your body took quite some dammage in all those fights. I
Move forward, fake a straight right to your chin, stompkick to your kneekabe. Left hook to your rips
Dirk Bolt:
"HA! you are so predetectible!", I laugh as I take a side step and dodge your attempt easily. I grab a good hold of your skull and hit my knee into your face
Josh Beathard:
I block the knee, “thats all you got bitch. I turn tuwards you. Grab your shoulders and ram my knee in your groin and headbut you
Dirk Bolt:
I moan and collapse into my knees..
This time my balls almost rupture due the impact. My hands go between my legs nursing my nuts, my head is dazed due the head butt. I try to get up back to my knees.
Josh Beathard:
As you rawl to your knees, I grab your head by your hair, smack a hard knee to your face, as your body drops I get to your back stompkick in your spine with my heavy boot. Put my knee on your spine grab your arms on both sides and pull your body up trying to break your spine
Dirk Bolt:
I roar in pain as I am worried about my spine. Trying to struggle free but you have me in tight grip. I snap a grab of your ankles with my hands trying to make you to lose your balance and fall down.
Josh Beathard:
But I dont fall. I grb you by your hair pull your head back knee on your spine. Pushing your head sideways. I pull harder
Dirk Bolt:
I have underestimated you totally. You are much stronger than any of your men as you keep on stretching my spine and twisting my neck. For the first time I am really afraid for my life. I hit my elbow hard into your knee.
Josh Beathard:
You ellbow hits. I let go of your arms hopp off a bit. I kick you hard in your balls.
You are a tough bastard you fought so many of my guys and killed them. Also my brother which is so painfull
Dirk Bolt:
You finally release your hold of my head and spine and I roll on my back getting my back straight. But my joy doesn´t last long when your boot heel hits my nuts extremely hard. I SCREAM LOUD as I feel something breaking between my legs under your boot. My body folds like a Swiss knife. I grab to your leg with both of my hands trying to move it away from my nuts.
Josh Beathard:
I stand hard on your balls, smasching them. Then drop my knee down on them. They are no balls left. “you messed with my family, there will be none for you. “ i see tears and fear in your eyes
Dirk Bolt:
There is no way I can move you away. It´s more: you keep on crushing my nuts with your boot. I feel them popping in my sack, one by one turning into pulp as you keep on stomping them. I am getting fast weaker, tears running from my eyes. My body squirming in pain. "Please let me go.. let me go!".
Josh Beathard:
“let you go bitch, you killed my guys, my brother and want mercy? For real bitch“ I pull you up by your hair to your knees go behind you try to choke you from behind, “ bag for being a fas kill, you messed with th wron guy, who sent you bastards, closeing in the choke on your windpipe
Dirk Bolt:
You lift me up from my hair. I am too weak even to struggle as your arm wraps my neck and you start to choke me. I feel my some pulp of my pulverized balls leaking down to my legs. "FUCK YOU.. ", I shout and spit.
Josh Beathard:
I keep one arm around the throat, “ better talk bitch, who sent you“ I reach for the pocket of my leather jacket. Pulling out my jumpknive. Who ever was in touch knows thats not good if a mafiamember does that. I press the buttom it jumps open, I push it nive and slow in your massive Bizept of your right arm, it slights throu your leather jacket, I whisper in your ear, “ talk bitch“ I can tell you are in pain
Dirk Bolt:
My knees get limp when your blade enters through my jacket into my bicep. I struggle and move my head backwards trying to give you a headbutt with the back of my skull.
Josh Beathard:
My head is turned to your side we are cheak to cheak you are not haveing much power in the headbutt, your right arm nump after the cut. I still hold on to your throat from behind “ still havent hurt anything“ cutting my knive down your ear, than raming it from behind in your right leg turn it you “scream like a pig, talk“
Dirk Bolt:
I scream from the bottom of my lungs as your blade enters into my thigh and make me bleed. You are choking me tighter and finally my knees go limp and my body wants to collapse down.
Josh Beathard:
Your body sinks down. “I am not done talk“ I turn you to your back, slight my knive in your left bizept, now I own you totaly. I unbuckl your belt pull it off, you look really scared now. I open your pants pull out whats left of your balls, you scream
You messed with the wrong family “who sent you“
Dirk Bolt:
My other arm totally useless as you cut the muscles in it. I try to squirm away from you but you pull down my pants and I see you looking at my crushed ball and bruised cock. "YOUR MOTHER!", I try to spit on your face
Josh Beathard:
I whipe the bloody sit of my face grab your ball, look you in the eye and drive the knive in “talk“ cut it off slowly, showing it to you “ open your mouth“
Dirk Bolt:
Even my balls are rupture they are still attached to my body with the cords and can still feel the blade as you slowly slice them off. I moan and roar loud like a wounded lion opening my mouth wide.
Josh Beathard:
I shoff it right in your mouth as you open it wide
May it helps you talk
Dirk Bolt:
This is the weirdest and most disgusting feeling I ever have had. My own crushed nuts in my mouth. I try to squirm away from you and spit my nuts out from my mouth. "Fuck you", I mumble
Josh Beathard:
I jump to your back again, my knee smacking your spine pull it back to break it
“talk if you dont wanna be paralized
Dirk Bolt:
I know my possibilities are null and there´s no way I can fight against you. Using my only working leg I try to kick you backwards but I can´t hardly reach you. "Fuck you. I will never speak"
Josh Beathard:
I do a quick pull back with your spine, to crack it. You are not gonna talk but suffer , I like you are that tough. If I take your legs you are done
Dirk Bolt:
I feel the muscles in my back getting teared, broken when you stretch it backwards. I try to fight back but you pull backwards stronger and we both hear the loud cracking sound as you snap my spine. I SCREAM LOUD.. all my lower body limp, dead.
Josh Beathard:
Your lower budy goes limp after the crack. I pull you up by your hair again lift you up in a bearhug grip. Press you against the wall my muscled body against yours, “ at least I let you die like a man on your feet“ as I said that I ram my knive in your gut, slowly turn it, you scream blood dripping from your mouth to my leather jacket as I feel your head sinking on my shoulder
Dirk Bolt:
My eyes get wide open when I feel you turning your knife in my guts opening a wide hole in my stomach. My blood is flowing out from my body as my intestines start to leak out. My body convulsing violently few times and all turns black. The last thing I feel is the smell of your leather jacket as my head lands on your shoulder. My heart stops beating.
Josh Beathard:
I lay your corps to the ground and run over to Tom. His dead destroyed body on the bed I hug him one last time. I walk to your dead body take your Leather jacket and cover Toms face with it after searching it for information and I found some
Dirk Bolt:
In the head office of my agent they see our failure when the hidden sensors in our bodies inform them about our death. They start to prepare a new commando to be sent to you as soon as possible. Next time we will get him!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Published: 2024-11-17, viewed 154 times.
Silver Soldier
2024-11-25 04:51Nice work men.
Motorcycle Cop
2024-11-17 19:13fuckkkkkk!K wht u guyz mean with this:
"Peter stompkicks in your spine with his cowboy boot, his spurs cutting over your back"
SPURS?!???????????????????????????????????
brutalmerc
2024-11-17 19:28(In reply to this)
yeahhh!
The agony from the spurs is blinding, a searing line of fire slashing through Dirk's back. Fuckkkkk! His muscles seize with the pain, and for a moment, his legs threaten to give out under him. His shirt is slick with sweat and blood, the jagged edges of the spurs scraping across his spine, relentless.
The pain is a brutal, gut-wrenching surge as the spurs sink deep into Dirk’s liver. The sharp metal digs in, carving through the flesh and tearing apart the tender organ beneath. "FUUUCCCCK!" Dirk’s body goes rigid, his entire world narrowing to the hot, throbbing agony spreading through his torso. His knees buckle, but he forces himself to stay upright, biting down on a scream. Blood pours from the wound, and every breath feels like his insides are being crushed under a weight.
His hand flies to his side instinctively, but the damage is done. His vision goes blurry, the edges of the world turning dark.
Dirk’s teeth grind together, trying to maintain control, but the damage is undeniable. He staggers backward, gasping for air, his pulse hammering in his ears. His body is betraying him, but his spirit? His spirit is unbroken.
Nikki M AN
2024-11-17 15:13An incredible and totally different story. It was a real pleasure to read it. Thank you again for sharing with The Shelter.