Brutal Brawls

NATE RIVAS:

 It's almost eight again. Again. The sun begins to set on the horizon, blinding me as I work in the dilapidated garage. Another day ends since I arrived in the village, and another day ends without making any real progress. Since I arrived at this remote village of Les Laurentides in the Quebec area five days ago, I haven't heard anything from Trey beyond the memories of him that constantly invade my mind in these woods and in this house. Memories of the long summers, like this one, that we spent as kids in this very town, and in this very house later on when he decided to buy something and settle here. It had been a couple of years since I last visited him, but the garage is exactly as I remembered it; the old motorcycles that are never finished, always a project for tomorrow. A couple of classic cars to repair and sell to be able to pay the bills. The old punching bag and the two pairs of gloves hanging in the corner. The bench where we used to drink beers and laugh after a day of repairs or training. 

I thought I would arrive after the long motorcycle trip from Boston, quickly find Trey, and relive some of those quiet afternoons. Damn, it would even do me good after the last few months and the shit that's been happening in my life. But even though the house was still here and the keys were where I remembered, there was no trace of him. It's true that we had never maintained the closest of contacts, we didn't need it. Nevertheless I had been unable to contact him for nearly two months when I decided to hit the road myself and heed the invitation from his last message for this summer. 

However, no one in the village has seen him in the past few days either, nor is there any trace of him in the house. The most suspicious thing I've found are some posters and rumors about other young men who have disappeared. That unsettled me a bit at first, as if I were a teenage kid again watching a bad horror movie. But as I quickly searched the house, I saw that a motorcycle was missing, along with quite a bit of clothing from the closets. Probably just one of his getaways to the northern coasts to fish, where he loves to disconnect from everything. So here I am like an idiot all by myself, determined to make the most of the trip to at least get a little break from the daily grind and relax. Continuing the repairs on one of the cars he has half-finished, a 70s Mustang 429, training a bit, doing some hiking in the forest given the numerous trails the region offers. 

 This afternoon, however, is particularly hot, and it finds me late, sweating buckets in an old, tattered gray tank top, covered in grease, working on the damn Mustang's carburetor before calling it a day, with the garage open to the street as always. A street so little traveled in such an abandoned area that at this hour I don't expect to run into anyone anymore. "No noteworthy event again, as always," I think. I couldn't have been more wrong.

DREAM BREAKER:

And there you are, greasy, smudged, but just as I believed you to be. My eyes scan your body from head to toe, lingering for a moment on your strong arms, your ripped abs, and above all, that bubble butt of yours. You radiate sexiness when you turn to look at me, wiping your face with the back of your hand and leaving a black oily smear on it.

Everything shows that you are a good and decent man. A friend to your friends. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here looking for your friend, you wouldn't be worried about him. I can sense it through your white smile, but also your lust and desire. Maybe you also miss those countless intimate moments with Trey, his well-trained body, the sweaty moments beneath him and sometimes on top of him. And I can't blame you. Trey was really sexy and brave, right to the end. He got what he wanted and left us satisfied, but he wasn't what I was looking for, he was just a path that led me to the object of my true desire: you.

 “My motorcycle is leaking oil and I need to get going. It looks like you know how to fix it. Could you help me out?” I flash you my most charming smile and flex my thick pecs under my white shirt.

NATE RIVAS:

Just when I was about to call it a day, fate decides to surprise me. Distracted as I was, I hadn't even heard you approach on your motorcycle, and suddenly I find a stud like you at my doorstep. Damn, I had no idea there was a fucking God like you in a lost town like this. Poorly, I try to clean the grease off my face with little success. Sweaty as I am, I only manage to make it worse. But I can't help but look at you, that body with those muscles that the fine fabric of your shirt perfectly reveals. And above all, that smile, that confident look, that well-groomed beard, and that well-kept hair. Everything about you awakens attraction and desire. And it's obvious that you know it and use it perfectly to your advantage.

"Sure, man, happy to help." I approach slowly, keeping you in the corner of my eye while I analyze the bike at a glance. "It's probably a damaged gasket or seal, but I can still make a quick temporary fix." I bend over the bike, aware of how well my jeans accentuate my rounded and muscular butt. "Are you just passing through or do you live around here? It would be a bummer to get stranded here in the middle of nowhere." I work on your bike in the meantime, trying not to think about what my groin is asking for right now. "Nah, just as I imagined. I'll just swap this part and that's it. It will take a while, but you can grab something to drink from the fridge if you want."

DREAM BREAKER:

I can't help staring at your incredible ass, the perfect curve of your buttocks, your powerful glutes. I bend down to look at the broken motorcycle part behind you, while “accidentally” rubbing my bulge lightly against your bubble butt. “I'm just passing through, but I'm not in a hurry, so take your time.” I press my hips momentarily tighter against your buttocks until I take a step back. I don't even try to hide the huge bulge between my legs. “So I can grab onto anything? I mean, the drinks in the fridge, I mean,” I chuckle.

I stand still watching you, waiting to see any reaction in you while I rub lightly the outline of my stiffening cock in my bulge. "I am Alex, by the way."

NATE RIVAS:

I can perfectly feel the outline of your bulge against my buttocks while I'm bent over, and instinctively I respond with equal force when you press your hip against my ass, the law of action and reaction applied to the attraction between two men. And boy, do I feel instantly attracted by that attitude, the tone of your voice, that torso barely contained by your shirt... "Of course... Take whatever you want, dude." I turn around slowly, straightening up and inadvertently flexing my pecs under my tank top. "I am Nate, nice to meet you Alex." I offer you my hand in a firm, strong grip that lingers longer than usual while I look you in the eyes intently, with half a smile, as if through the handshake and your gaze I could assess the kind of man you are. More than meets my eye. "I hope to be able to help you then, Álex... I was quite surprised not having seen you around here or not having noticed you, even though it had been a while since I last came." After a quick wink and wiping the sweat from my forehead with my forearm, I let go of your hand while reluctantly turning my attention back to the motorcycle.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes are scanning your body closer this time lingering in your bubble butt and then moving up along your back all the way to your neck. I reach closer and can feel your young man scent, salty and oily with a clear note of hand soap. I place my hand on your shoulder as I step closer again until my bulge rubs the arch of your ass again. "Listen Nate, it´s quite late. Why don´t you let me invite a dinner at the place I have rented here. It´s quite close. You can have a look of my bike then tomorrow". My other hand moves on your waist and slowly slides down on the upper part of your buttocks. "What do you say Nate?"

NATE RIVAS:

Immediately, my body tenses when I feel your firm hand, first on my shoulder and then on my hip. Tense, yes, but immediately aroused by the subtle yet inviting contact. I look at the motorcycle for a moment and, smiling, I flex my buttocks as I turn, brushing your package more firmly in the movement. We ended up face to face, much closer than any social convention would dictate with a stranger. "The truth is that it's getting late to keep working, and I can leave it in mint condition in the morning. Maybe now it's a better time for enjoying a bit of what's left of the day and relax, isnt it?" I look you in the eyes with a half-smile, responding to your provocation. My words fall directly on your lips. "I can drive us up in the truck and take your bike with the parts." I pause for a moment while looking at you, ny sweaty body covered in grease and oil under the tshirt. "Or... maybe I should have a quick shower first, right?" I stare at you playfully, trying to glimpse what you are capable of, how far you can go.

DREAM BREAKER:

My tongue emerges from my mouth, licking my lips slowly, almost calculatingly as I listen to you. "You do look like you need a shower," I chuckle as I wipe the oil-stained face on the back of my fingers. "Do you have a shower here? I can wait and then buy you dinner to thank you for all your trouble. I might even offer you a delicious dessert if you like," I smile and move my hand to your shoulder. "I promise I won't eat you, at least not right away," I chuckle.

NATE RIVAS:

My entire body shakes at your words, not quite knowing why. I am more than used to this kind of open flirting, to the sexual tension... but something in that accent, in the tone of your words or the glint in your eyes... the way you slide your fingers over my face, or grip my shoulder... it almost seems like a predator playing with its prey. But I quickly compose myself, my lust drives me to play along. "Wait for me five minutes and I'll be back. I love a good dessert, if it's served hot." I slowly step back, carefully withdrawing your hand with mine, making it slide down my bicep and forearm. When I am at the threshold of the door, I turn around for a moment. "And I'm quite a bit more than a man can swallow, so don't worry, it's all good."

DREAM BREAKER:

I smirk at you listening to your words - "if you only knew" - and wink my eye at you. "If you need help to wash your back, or something, just call me", I answer finally letting my hand to cup my bulge as I talk with you. As soon as you close the door behind you my smirk is vanished from my face as it turns to serious.

You fell into the trap! The faces of many young men flashed in my mind as I remembered how they too were once trapped and eventually disappeared when they were worn out. Just the thought made my cock stiffen again in my pants and I had my work cut out trying to cover it up when you suddenly returned from the shower. "Should we go? I hope you're hungry. I'm very very hungry today," I chuckle.

NATE RIVAS:

As the water runs over my body, I can't help but let my hand begin to slowly massage my penis, hard as a rock, while images of your muscular silhouette and your sensual gaze keep flooding my mind. That provocative face that would make an angel sin... and I'm certainly far from being an angel. I put on cold water to try and calm myself down and keep a cool head, but it's useless. As soon as I get out of the shower, in my jeans and t-shirt, and I see you there again, in my workshop, provoking me again with your phrases... Well, nobody said my visit to Les Laurentides had to be all research and work. "Don't worry, something has already whetted my appetite." Quickly, we load your motorcycle into my truck and I drive according to your directions, while I try to get some information about you during the trip. Where you come from, what you do for a living... just enough so we can skip the pleasantries once we get to your place.

DREAM BREAKER:

I place my hand on your knee as you keep on asking all those questions and squeeze it softly. "Shh.. we have time to share all the boring stuff later. Let´s focus on the fun part now, don´t you think?", I smirk as my hand begins to move slowly, very slowly, closer to your crotch. "Keep your eyes on the road, sexy", I chuckle when my wide palm is finally cupping your stiffening bulge. "I am eager to know you deeper too", I say with my low voice as I gently squeeze the outline of your cock through your pants. "Next to the right and to end of the road. And we have arrived", I guide you as my hand keeps on rubbing your willing cock.

NATE RIVAS:

Along the way, as your hand moves closer to my crotch, I sometimes find it hard to remember I'm driving the truck, and I cover a few meters with my eyes closed, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure. Your words only evoke anticipation for sex, and after so many days obsessed with Trey's whereabouts, with work consuming all my thoughts, I finally found an escape from all that tension in the form of a guy as attractive as you, making it much harder for me to think and keep a cool head. The contact of your hand on my bulge, even through the thick denim of my jeans, is firm, even more so than I could have expected. You have the physique of an athlete, and you make that clear with your movements, grabbing me as if you were holding a pole. In the final stretch of the journey, it felt like my cock were a joystick in your hands, that you were guiding me through it as if you were piloting me. The only steering wheel in the truck is the one between my legs. Fortunately, before any accident may happen, we arrived at our destination, just as you promised after only a few minutes of driving. Beside one of the small lakes in the area, I can finally see your dwelling.

DREAM BREAKER:

This is just a modest place I rented few months ago, nothing too fancy but perfect for me. And the best part is that there are no neighbours within a 3 mile radius. I can make as much noise as I want and no one will hear it.

I turn to look at you and wink my eye at you "You know what I mean" as I slap your tight ass guiding you to enter into the house. "Make yourself comfortable the food is ready in an instant". I took of my shirt and jeans as I go to prepare the food.

DREAM BREAKER: "Nate, I hope you will like it and that you are hungry. I have dessert ready for you," I laugh as I squeeze my bulge and bring the food to the table. "Eat Nate and then I'll eat you," I chuckle.

NATE RIVAS: The place isn't bad at all, large and secluded, with good land around it. The smells coming from the kitchen aren't bad either, some quick but effective food, scrambled eggs... but the best thing is undoubtedly the view. Not the ones from the lake, but those of the Olympic god who undresses before me, leaving only in white shorts. I shamelessly admire your body, licking my lips as you serve dinner. "Everything looks appetizing... truly delicious." I take off my shirt before you serve dinner, while I wait for you in the living room watching a wrestling match on TV, with a beer in my hand. "And you, Alex?" "Do you see anything you like?" I spread my legs wide on the sofa as I say this, highlighting my crotch, which is already considerably larger.

DREAM BREAKER:

Watching you sitting on the sofa with your legs spread wide open something is stiffening in my shorts making the tent in my bulge to grow notably. I smirk and rub slightly my stiffening bulge as I sit next to you. "Wrestling is good though it´s mostly just a show, theatre - you know?", I turn to look at your face as I place my hand on your thigh. "I prefer better the real stuff, if you get me", I continue as I slide my hand higher between your legs and cup your big bulge with the palm of my hand. "This is all real? All yours?".

NATE RIVAS:

I spread my legs wider and press my bulge against your hand, grabbing your hand with mine and squeezing it firmly against my cock, showing my strength through my fingers. I'm getting harder and harder, turned on by your touch, your naked body, and even by the wrestling on the screen. “Of course, more than real, Alex. Just like wrestling, I also like it much more when everything is real.” I look at you provocatively, playing and at the same time suggesting with my gaze, while I chug the beer with my free hand.

DREAM BREAKER:

"It looks like we're going to get along very well here", I chuckle when I feel your heart beat in your pulsing cock against my hand. I slide my hand a bit lower and all of the sudden tap your exposed nuts through your pants. "Dessert comes later", I laugh as I stand up grabbing you by your arm. "Get up that delicious ass from the couch. Let´s wrestle then".

 "Take of those pants. You have shorts or something more comfortable under? If you want I could lend you mine but they might be too big for you. Unless you want us to fight naked," I laugh and put my hand on my waistband as if I were taking off my shorts.

NATE RIVAS:

I stare at you with a confident and provocative half-smile. “As you were saying, dessert comes later...” I place my hand on your waist, inserting my thumb under your shorts, caressing your lower abs and some hair, and then I pull your shorts back on. My cock vibrates under the jeans at the thought of wrestling you across the floor, muscle to muscle, sweating man to man before what comes next. "You want us to wrestle then? Don't worry, I don't need much equipment." I get up from the couch and unbutton my jeans, taking them off slowly, revealing my firm, waxed thighs and calves slowly, as if caressing them with my hands as they slide down my legs. Underneath, I'm only wearing white briefs, which perfectly mark the outline of my already hard cock, barely containing it. I look into your eyes, enjoying your reaction and how you look at me, until I am barefoot only clad in the briefs. "Are you okay with us wrestling like this? Maybe your shorts even seem like too much clothing compared to this. Where do you want to do it?" Unconsciously, I bounce my pecs a little, letting out the alpha male in me that seems to want to invoke yours. A little fun can't hurt in the midst of all this head-scratching? Right?

DREAM BREAKER:

A satisfied grin appears on my face when I see you in white, revealing briefs as I take off my shorts standing in front of you wearing white boxer briefs. "I have a small matted area next door that suits us better than fine," I chuckle as my hand slowly sweeps along the outline of my stiff cock. I notice you follow the path of my hand with your gaze. "Perfect," I think to myself as I guide us to the mat room. "Are you ready?", I ask as I close the door behind me. I don't wait for your answer though, I rush towards you and lunge on you, wrapping my arms around your upper thighs, lifting you off the carpet. I carry you a few metres until I finally throw you onto your back on the soft surface of the mat. "You better be wake up"

NATE RIVAS:

I barely have time to glance around the room, a stark space with only a couple of closed cabinets and what looks like a chest, when you lunge at me and with one fluid motion throw me onto the mat. The surface is soft and the impact isn't painful, but you still make your strength clear with a move that you make look almost effortless. I look up at you from the floor, your muscular body on top of mine, and smile confidently, although in reality my pride is somewhat hurt at having let myself be knocked down so easily. “Don't worry, I'll be up in no time.” With that, I throw my legs up in a single agile movement, lifting myself up on my shoulders, and wrap them around your neck, trapping you with my thighs. I squeeze my quadriceps, flexing them with more force than I'd like to admit, but the competition between alpha males has begun. The goal may be sex, but the journey involves a test of muscle and testosterone in which we both want to assert our dominance. Or so I think, at least. Struggling, I try to knock you to one side and grab your wrist with my hands, enjoying the contact.

DREAM BREAKER:

My mouth drops wide open due the surprise seeing how fast and agile you are wrapping suddenly your thighs around my neck. I stumble backwards as I feel you grabbing my wrists. My cock wants to break the thin fabric of my briefs as we both are spraying testosterone on every pore of our skins. Since you have your hands wrapping my wrists I do the same, wrap my large fingers around your wrists pulling your torso up. Your thighs still around my neck I keep pulling your wrists until I have your body folded as a Swiss knife. I lean forwards and kiss your lips. "Good move man but you need more than that to take me down", I chuckle as I suddenly release my hold of your wrists and struggle on of my hands free of your hold. "So sorry, stud", I hiss blowing my elbow into your exposed abs.

NATE RIVAS:

When you manage to free yourself from my grip, my back hits the mat and my legs spread wide enough for you to get your elbow in and hit me in the abs. MMMMMPHHH!!! I feel it hard and forceful even despite the wall they form, and air escapes from my stomach. I wasn't expecting a blow, but I quickly understand from the expression on your face that we go all in. I grab your forearm before you can give me another blow and pull it towards me, while with my legs, one over your right shoulder and the other under your left armpit, pressing my instep against it, I try to knock you to the side and apply an armbar. "So... mmmpphh“ I utter between grunts of effort trying to imprison this hulk ”a real fight eh?" With all my might, I try to knock you to the side onto the canvas, pinning your arm. My crotch already harder and bigger rubbing against your arm.

DREAM BREAKER:

You are on a good way to get me in the armbar, trying to knock me to the side of the canvas. The arm bar can be a painful experience but pain is something I have learned to live with, and even enjoy. You stretch my arm harder rubbing your stiffening cock against it, something that makes my own cock grow harder, leaking precum. "Nate you seem to like this as much as i do", I manage to say between my moans.

I am not able to get a good hold of your ankle nor reach your face to rake your eyes but I have something much better in the range of my free hand. But I must act fast since the joints of my shoulders are already under a huge pressure making me sweating in pain. "Let´s know your manhood a bit closer", I hiss as I shove my free arm between your legs snapping a tight grab of your exposed nuts through your briefs. I cup them with my wide hand and close my fingers around them as I twist and yank them good. "Congratulations Nate, you are quite a great man down here too".

NATE RIVAS:

“Aarggh” I let out a shriek more of surprise than pain, and that is because the contact of your firm fingers on my balls with my growing cock is more stimulating than painful. In fact, it's probably making them swell even more full of the cum I've been loading since we met just a couple of hours ago. A couple of hours and here we are, engaged in a fight far more recreational than I would have imagined. "Did you ever doubt it Alex? Nnngghh" with a groan of effort I arch my back upwards, pressing my balls harder against your hand and my hard cock against your clenched arm.... And then I kick your back with the foot I have under your body to flip you face down and throw myself on your back, still gripping your arm, to twist it against your shoulder blades at the same time that I lay on your back and rub my cock well on your ass, up and down, to try to displace that brief and let me see some more of that body.... “Now let's see how endowed you are...”

DREAM BREAKER:

I shake my body violently but you have have a firm hold of me as you straddle my ass cheeks and bend my arm behind my back. The outline of your hard cock is rubbing the crack between my glutes making me so horny my cock grows rock hard in my briefs. I moan quietly mostly in pleasure and excitement when you start to displace my briefs revealing my melon ass. "What are trying to do Nate?.

NATE RIVAS:

“Come on, I'm sure you can guess. You're the one who wanted to make it real, right?” I continue moving my hips up and down, pulling your briefs down a little more. The heat begins to affect our bodies, and the sweat makes it easier and easier to slide my chest against your back. So I decide to get closer... I free your arm just enough to slip my forearms under your armpits and place my hands on the back of your neck, putting you in a full nelson. Now my pecs are rubbing and kneading against your shoulder blades, and my nipples, already hard, dig into your skin. “Come on, Alex, you're not backing out now.” I whisper these words almost directly into your ear, my chin digging into your neck, my breath warming your ear as I grunt with effort trying to hold back a hulk like you. My balls and cock are pressed against your round, rock-hard ass, the tip of my dick caressing your skin.

DREAM BREAKER:

I don´t struggle or try to fight back feeling your arms sliding under my pits and taking me in nelson. Not even when your nipples are grinding against my shoulder plates or feel your cock and balls against my ass, your cock head rubbing my skin. It´s actually just what I wanted, to let you have your moment of glory, to feel in charge and then when you are in climax to turn the tables, to ruin your illusion, to break your dream. "Oh Nate, fuck you are stronger than I thought. What are you going to do? Oh, you feel so strong and .... big...", I moan against the mat as I lift up my hips a bit to nail your cock and balls even tighter against my crack.

NATE RIVAS:

I know perfectly well that you're playing with me. The tone of your voice... it's obvious that I have you exactly where YOU wanted me. Even so, I feel so damn good dominating your body in my arms, rubbing my cock against your incredible ass... that I can't help but play along. For me, it'll just lead to some rough sex, possibly with the best guy I could have found in all of fucking Canada. So I don't see what I have to lose. “You like this, huh, Alex? Being in my grip?” The sweat from the close contact and the poorly ventilated room is already noticeable, and our skin slides against each other, muscle to muscle. Without waiting for an answer, I release the hand that was gripping my wrist around your neck and slide it under your hips, taking advantage of how you lift them to rub them against my bulge. Then I slide my fingers under your briefs and finally realize the HUGE cock you were barely hiding. Bigger than I had imagined. I stroke it hard between my fingers, but then, even harder, as part of the game, I grab your huge balls and twist them slightly. “So Alex, you weren't lying when you said you could serve me a nice dinner, huh?”

DREAM BREAKER:

I can´t keep the moaning sound escaping from my mouth as I feel your fingers around my thick shaft, making it to expand in anticipation. By now you must have it clear how horny I am but what you don´t know, not quite yet is what is it that I really want, what is it that really makes me horny. My body trembles even more when your hand continues all the way to my nuts, squeezing them gently but hard enough to tell me who is in charge here, at the moment at least. ", I will serve you next a nice desert, a buffet you won´t forget ever", I hiss and lift up my hips up again rubbing your hard bulge against my glutes.

Then all of the sudden I bend my leg and move my balance to my side making you fall down from my back as I climp on top of your chest. My cock is poking out from my briefs as I grind it tightly against your bulge while pinning your body against the mat with my weight. I look at your eyes and smile. "You want your desert now or prefer to wrestle some more?", I chuckle as I move my hips back and forth against your´s. "What do you say Nate?"

NATE RIVAS:

I close my eyes as I feel your weight and let myself be carried away for a few moments, or rather a few long seconds, by the pleasure of our bodies rubbing against each other. The pleasure of feeling the enormous weight of your body on top of mine, of losing myself in the warmth of your body and your sweat against my skin... but a pride inside me prevents me from accepting defeat easily. Pride and the need to show you what kind of man you've found. To make you value your prey even more, I think. Little do I know the true meaning of that word at that moment. “Nah, I think I'll make you work a little harder.” With that, I begin to flex my biceps with all my strength until I manage to lift your body and separate it from mine so that you are sitting on my crotch. I use the movements of my hips, rubbing myself against your cock and balls more and more forcefully, to distract you and let you do it... Then, when I've managed to lift you up, I bend over as far as I can and throw my legs up until I manage to pass both calves in front of your head and wrap them around your neck, then throw them back and slam your neck against the floor, trapping you in a scissor hold. My cock, hard as a beam, digs into the small of your back. “But I can try something to tease you first.” My hand reaches down to your crotch again and, sliding it under your boxers, I grab your huge cock again and squeeze it between my index and middle fingers.

DREAM BREAKER:

You don´t stop surprising me. In the next instant I find your calf around my neck as I lay on top of you and your head between my legs. You have found away to control me as your hands slide under my boxer briefs and grab a good hold of my cock making it to throb. Your palm is pressing my churning nuts as if you wanted to empty them with a pumping moves. I moan quietly knowing that you heard it clear and loud encouraging you to stroke my junk even harder making my cock to leak some precum on your fingers.

You add pressure on my neck too making me to wake up from my horny state and close my legs around your throat. Coiling my thigs tightly around you neck I add pressure on it as I try to move us to our left side. I shove my hand on your waistband and pull down your briefs seeing how your hard cock jumps out. I reach it with my hand and take a good hold of it, jerking it with long slow strokes.

NATE RIVAS:

As your skin touches my already full-sized cock, it begins to throb between your fingers and a long, deep moan of pleasure escapes my mouth, and only the pressure around my neck acts as an anchor with reality to keep me from letting go. I can't help however moving my hips rubbing against your body and between your fingers, as my hand grips your own cock even tighter and I twist it some more, crushing your balls with controlled force. I then take advantage of your twist to the left to go a little further and place myself on top of you, while using the force of the twist and the impact of your body on the ground, pull my head out from between the tight lock of your legs and place your body face down without letting go of your balls. I twist my body on your back until I place my now naked balls and cock on your ass, while with my legs I undo my briefs sliding them down. “This thing now bothers more than anything else, don't you think?”. My nipples digging into your back, I grab one of your wrists with my hand above your head while the other continues to play with your crotch under your briefs, in rhythmic movements in time with my own hips up and down.

DREAM BREAKER:

They way you have me controlled is very clever: you are causing pain and pleasure at the same time making it almost impossible to focus on the fight and soon you have me pinned under your body. You hold my hand locked above my head as you grind your nipples against my back and that rock hard cock on my thick buttocks. Your hand keeps on stroking my cock and balls making my body shiver in pleasure and the approaching orgasm. "Fuck he dominates me as he pleases, eliminating any of my thought of fighting back." I lift my hips up giving you more space to work with my cock and balls and rub my thick ass against your naked cock, trying to catch it into my crack. "Fuck Nate, you are strong", I hiss and smirk against the mat.

NATE RIVAS:

I know you might try to break free by sheer brute force, but dominating your psyche in this way by making you unable to contain your sexual urges while I imprison your body is just as satisfying to me, if not more so, than a mere fighting prey. When your ass rises to press against my cock, I moan again in pleasure. “This seems to be bothering you too, doesn't it Alex?” For a few seconds I release your wrist to grab the elastic of your panties and pull them down in a single movement, finally exposing those two perfect, rounded buttocks, firm and shiny with sweat. Unable to hold on a second longer, I lunge at it again, this time inserting my cock between both buttocks full length and crushing it between them, sliding it in as a new moan erupts from my lips and my hand further marks the grip on your cock, moving my fingers down to your balls so that the skin stretches against them and your bud vibrates dripping with more precum. “Come on, let's see what you can do with that hot beef ass Alex.”

DREAM BREAKER:

I smirk as I feel your cock entering into my crack. Just as I wanted. "Trapped", I think to myself as I squeeze my strong glutes around your cock blocking it almost completely in my tight grip. You squeeze my nuts and cock with your hand making me hornier as I start to move my hips up and down stroking your trapped, throbbing cock with my stiff buttocks. Your fingers wrap around my cock head while your palm is adding pressure on my nuts. "Fuck Nate, can´t hold it any longer", I hiss as my body gets tensed and I shoot a thick load between your fingers and on the mat below us. I keep on cumming rope after rope feeling your hot breathing against my neck.

NATE RIVAS:

Your words serve as a warning for what is to come, and before I know it, I feel your whole body tense up for a few seconds and tremble in my arms when suddenly your huge load soaks my fingers and the canvas beneath our bodies. Your moan is the final provocation my body needed, and almost anxiously, I increase the rhythm of my movements in your ass, my cock completely trapped between your buttocks and sliding more because of the mutual sweat that acts as lubricant than because there is actually space between our skin. “Fuck, Alex, yes! I'm... I'm coming!” A powerful current then runs through me from my toes resting on the canvas, and when it reaches my cock, I release a huge, warm load all over your back and ass. Feel the drops reach the back of your neck as I press your huge body harder against the canvas, as if dominating you in the fight one last time. “Aaaahh!! Yes!!” I move my hips a few more times as I continue to milk your cock, squeezing out every last drop of that coveted nectar, until my muscular body falls onto your back amid my gasps.

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel your thick warm man seed between my ass cheeks and lower back..and who knows where as you collapse on my back breathing heavily on my neck. Your cock is still throbbing on my back when I turn my body to my side making you fall down next to me. We stare at each other for a moment until I burst to laugh "What a way to beginning the match! I don´t even dare to think about how will this end". Saying this I smirk, but not because of what you think... but thinking of what will soon happen. "A beer or something or ready for the round two?", I ask as I stand up stroking my cock that is stiffening again.

NATE RIVAS:

The seconds in which I lie on your body catching my breath are fleeting, but they renew that feeling of power... that soon fades away. Despite your bravado and friendly words I realize how easily you brush me off as soon as you decide to do so. The fight could have been very different if we had both given our all. Still, it's been a blast and I can't stop thinking about that second round you're already proposing. That and something else... your hunter's look, the one you give me again when you smile. It excites me, it calls me like fire to a moth. Maybe that's the perfect definition. "I think I might take that cold beer before I go any further. I have to replenish fluids after all." I smile at you as I wipe some cum from my bare hair and stare at the gigantic cum you've expelled onto the canvas. "Wow, so do you. I'll wait for you here while I clean this up a bit while you get that beer if you please...but don't be long." I smile at you with excitement and complicity. “You still have yet to show me everything you're capable of doing on the matt...”

DREAM BREAKER:

"I will show you that and much more very soon", I chuckle as I get out for the beers. I grab a pair of new freezed pints and two ice cold beer as I come back but can´t see you. I look around but there are no signs of you until I realise the door to the next room is open. Drops of cold sweat appear on my neck when I sneak closer to find out what have you seen there. You are standing in the middle of the room looking around, seeing all those equipments and devices of horror, torture, and sexual abuse. Racks, chains, hooks, benches and tables with letter stripes to tie one down. You shouldn´t have found it now, not yet. But you have, there´s no way to turn back, nothing that could excuse it.

NATE RIVAS:

When you leave the room, I explore the place, I don't know if it's to kill time, curiosity, or something else. That something in your eyes. Inadvertently I observe the scarce furniture, the empty wall... and something behind the chest. A cavity, what looks like... As I move the chest slightly aside and insert my fingers, a slight click confirms my suspicions. A small, almost imperceptible door opens a few centimeters. A strong smell immediately assaults, a smell that I cannot or dare not recognize, because to admit what comes to my mind would be too terrible. With more curiosity than head, I open the door wide enough to

DREAM BREAKER:

I get closer to you and before you have time to turn around I wrap my arm around your neck and pull your body backwards choking you with all my mighty. My semi hard cock is grinding against your bare ass buttocks as you struggle trying to get free of my hold. I slide my free hand around your body grabbing your cock first but soon sliding my hand lower until I find your balls. My fingers wrap around them starting to squeeze your trapped nuts hard, something that makes you to gag for air... air that I prevent you to have. Your body is tense, fighting back surprisingly long time until I feel your strengths slowly turning down and your body getting limp against my pecs. "Shhhhh.. Nate... relax.. all will be good", I whisper into your ear.

NATE RIVAS:

slip into the room to which it leads. And in a second when my eyes get used to the gloom, I wish I hadn't done it. What could only be described as a BDSM room, with all sorts of harnesses, hooks, torture rack, restraints, chains and toys. "What the fuck is this? The Fifty Shades of fucking Gray gore version?". I look around the room in disbelief, until I find a display case with what looks like trophies. Hunting trophies maybe, but hunting trophies? Human? Then the worst thing of all assaults my sight among all the objects exhibited there. A pendant with the tooth of a shark and some carved initials. A pendant and initials that belonged to him. “Trey...” Too much in shock at my discovery, I am not even aware of the noise behind me.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your limp body is actually heavier than I thought but I manage to carry you on the table. You look so innocent and cute there as I tie your ankles and wrists with leather straps into the metallic table. Once I have secured them I slap your face until you open your eyes and wake up. "Good morning princess. I was going to show you this room anyway but since you already found it why not to enjoy it right away". My hand slides along your chest and abs all the way between your legs as I take your semihard cock into my hand. "Your friend loved this place and I am sure we will have fun too", I hiss as I start to stroke your cock.

NATE RIVAS:

The slap brings me back to reality, with little recollection of what has happened. Or so it is at least until the smells assail my nose again. Smells that I now recognize without a doubt: stale sweat, semen and blood, in a sexual and exciting cocktail, that I'm not quite sure what it means besides one thing. DANGER. I remember then the sensation around my neck, the pressure and the lack of air despite all my attempts to fight and escape from the prey. I was too shocked to fight back, too surprised by my discovery. Trey... He's been here. Your voice immediately gives me the name of the person who had him in his clutches. Alex... that bastard has deceived me from the beginning, and I have fallen for lust and desire. How could I resist or distrust a man like you? I recognize the touch of your firm fingers on my cock, your breath on my mouth. But your tone has changed. Now, that of a snake toying with its prey, a ruthless hunter enjoying the moment. And I am at your mercy, I understand that as soon as I try to move my hands, placed on my head and legs, all firmly tied with leather straps against what a wooden table. Or a rack rather. I jerk under your body, moving the table in place, but to no effect beyond that. "What the fuck... What are you doing...?!"

DREAM BREAKER:

"You will find out soon. I am sure you will love it just like your friend Trey did. You should have heard how loud he got when he shot his load, or should I say loads since the poor guy was quite dry when we reached the climax", I laugh with a nasty, wicked voice. One of my hands is rubbing your chest and abs while the other one keeps on stroking your cock slowly. "You just cummed 20 minutes ago so that might take you faster there. Your friend Trey lasted surprisingly long before his nuts got dry. Perhaps you surprise me and stand even longer, we will soon find out". I laugh loud again and move my hand from your abs cupping your balls. "These boys feel still heavy, I am sure you will have a lot more to give!". I slap your exposed nuts good.

NATE RIVAS:

I can barely process all the information I'm receiving in the midst of the massage your hands are giving my chest and cock, which, to my misfortune and surprise, is getting harder and harder. You are so skilled at using your hands and stimulating your prey. Because the pieces now fit together perfectly. You haven't been here that long, probably the same amount of time that attractive young men started disappearing in the area. And now I can confirm that Trey was one of them. Trey... I try to clear my mind of the memories and feelings that come to mind so I can focus on the here and now. I watch you bragging about your past triumphs, about everything you did to Trey and others before him. What kind of fucking psychopath...? “Who the fuck are you really, Alex? Let...” - a moan of pain, pleasure, or both cuts off my words - "Let me go, you bastard! Let me go and let's see if you're such a man!" I struggle in my bonds, shaking the table again as I feel your thick fingers grabbing my balls, round and heavy, full of all the nectar I had been preparing for you, only in a different way.

DREAM BREAKER:

"I will show you something new, something you probably didn´t know that even exists and I am quite sure you will cum over and over again experiencing it". I release my hold of your nuts and keep on stroking your cock faster, with firmer hold of it. My fingertips are rubbing your V-cut and grinding your cum vein until your cock starts to throb, expand in my hold. Your breathing gets heavier and faster, you are panting, leaking precum that is running down along your cock lubricating my strokes. Your body gets tense suddenly, your cock throbbing wild in my tight hold as I aim my fist, punching your exposed nuts with all my mighty... TWICE. You scream loud and shoot your load with such a pression it hits my face and hair.

NATE RIVAS:

The waves of involuntary pleasure run through my spine as you masturbate me brutally and expertly. I feel my precum oozing out and close my eyes, growling, protesting, but totally defenseless. Those restraints are too strong, the straps are old but... AAAAAAAAGGGH! then your fist plunges into my balls and I scream in pain. Only my body does not match the feeling. You strike a second time and finally I shoot a huge load of cum straight to the ceiling, and your own face, while howling in a mixture of unbearable pain... and a hidden pleasure that is triggered by springs that I had never activated before, no matter how much I try to avoid it. "BASTAAAARD!!".

DREAM BREAKER:

Seeing you keep on cumming I continue stroking your cock squeezing it hard, not letting it get limp as I shove two of my fingers into your hairy ass crack and thrust them inside you. I feel that soft spot against your thin wall taking it between my fingertips, rubbing it first then trapping it between them as I close my fingertips. Your body jolts almost violently as your cock shoots another thick rope of cum. "I knew you are trying to hide me something. But be proud of yourself, you shoot 2 ropes more than your friend Trey", I chuckle.

NATE RIVAS:

"What the fuck...?" Without even giving me a minute to recover, I now feel your fingers entering my anus, moving as if they had a mind of their own, caressing and pinching in exactly the right spots. My body resists, I tense my glutes and the walls of my ass around your fingers, but they still make their way in without difficulty. I can’t do anything but let go and ride the wave, a new thread of semen emerging accompanied by his ragged moan. This time it even splatters my face; I can taste my own semen on my lips. "Fucking bastard... where's Trey?" What have you done with him? The question is accompanied by another, implicit one that isn’t spoken but is actually much more present. "What are you going to do with me?"

DREAM BREAKER:

"What am I going to do with you? I told you. Give you new experiences, something to remember for the rest of your life if you last a bit longer than your friend Tray", I laugh with sadistic voice as I slap your face hard. I open a cabine and pull out some objects swinging them in front of your face. Ever got a black 15 inch dildo inside you? This is not just any dildo, there is a nice pump included. I can pump the dildo with air, to expand in your canal. Perhaps we could do a test. To see if the dildo will explode first...or is it your tight ass?"

NATE RIVAS:

The slap leaves a salty, metallic taste in my mouth from the blood on my lip, as I bite down in surprise at the blow, unprepared for the shift from the intense orgasm and involuntary, guilty pleasure to the sharp blow. I'm sure it won't be the last. But what I'm definitely not prepared for is the collection of depraved devices you then display before me. Or worse still, your voice, malicious and insidious, enjoying yourself as you describe the workings of that enormous dildo, reveling in every detail. I can almost see how you imagine each part, or how you remember its effect on past victims. Perhaps on Trey. Now I am sure he did not survive. I shake again in my bonds, shaking the table, all my muscles tense, sweat sliding down my body mixing with the semen on my torso. “BASTARD!”

DREAM BREAKER:

"Love this scent, sweat and cum..but the best is THE FEAR", I chucle with a low guttural voice as I move between your legs and slide the head of the giant black dildo on your crack. I rub it softly against your glutes, let you feel it against your skin until I slowly shove it between your ass cheeks. "Wouldn´t you like to feel what made Trey to cum like a fucking geysir?", I slide the head of the thick dildo deeper until it´s rubbing your entrance. "Breathe in, fill your lunngs with air since this might hurt a bit. You seem to be tighter than your friend but I am sure you can make it". With one rough move, without any hesitation, I thrust the giant rubber dick into your leaking ass. My previous cum load and your blood lubricates a bit the thick shaft as it disappears inside your stretched hole, all the way in until my fist hits your buttocks. "You can scream now"

NATE RIVAS:

FEAR. That's what this psycho bastard feeds on. But how can I deny him that? I'm at his mercy, he's going to subject me to who knows what kind of torture, sexual or not, and when he's done with me he's going to get rid of my body like he did with the others. How can I not be afraid? That's exactly what runs through my body when the tip of that giant plastic phallus caresses my asshole, trying to break through. No matter how hard I clench my buttocks, there is no way to avoid the inevitable. So I can only resort to fury and pride to try to fight the terror and pain. However, when your toy pierces me, opening its way in like a tunnel boring machine, it's not so easy to fulfill that purpose. I feel my whole anus giving out, tearing, bleeding.... And the pain rises up to flood my fucking head like a tsunami that sweeps away any other sensation or emotion. Fear. I can't give you that pleasure. The scream erupts, and somehow I manage to stifle it before it's born, gritting my teeth and giving you back a raging look, a roar. A declaration.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your endurance is clearly higher than that of other guys who have been in the same situation before, some of whom fainted at this point or lost their voices from screaming. Just the thought that I can go much further with you stiffens my cock again and I push the dildo deeper. The head of the dildo must be somewhere under your abdominal muscles; what a pity that you are on your stomach and we can't see its outlines through your skin. I lean closer to your body and run my tongue along your sweaty back as I start pumping the pump attached to the dildo, filling it with air that makes it expand indefinitely inside you, or at least I'd soon find out if it would explode at some point deep in your ass. It presses your prostate as your tight tunnel expands into a cave the size of a man's fist. "You can moan, Nate, I know you love this. Trey missed this part by losing consciousness, but you seem to be enjoying it," I chuckle and rub my precum-dripping cock against your butt cheeks.

NATE RIVAS:

As the air begins to invade my anus, I open my eyes wide in surprise and tension. Nothing could have prepared me for this. The sensation as it hits my prostate however is... contradictory, as is the shiver down my spine when your tongue runs down my back. The pain however quickly eclipses these sensations. I glue my forehead to the wood of the low table by bending my head and neck, as I close my eyes again and grit my teeth to kill the scream. To spare you that pleasure at least. Yet my snarl of pain and pure rage is so deep, guttural and savage that it might be even more exhilarating. My bare legs tighten, all the muscles of my thighs and calves bulging to the max, struggling futilely to expel the tool of torture from inside me, while in the opposite direction my buttocks clench around it, trapping it. "Cabronazoo... Nooo" my words are barely understandable, uttered between grunts of suffering.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Cabronazo? I will show you how Cabrón can I be!", I laugh and keep on expanding the dildo inside your bleeding ass. Thin drip of blood is running out from your ass along the side of the expanded dildo. Your body is shaking, almost convulsing as I spin the dildo in your ass making sure your joynut is on it´s limits. Your cock is still semi hard despite all the pain when I grab a snap of your swollen balls and stretch them to their limits. You scream again and shoot a load of something that white and red.. and then once more..just bloody bubbles as your body gets tensed.

I take few steps backward to gain some distance between us and lift up my right foot giving a hard kick with the sole of my boot into the base of the dildo thrusting it all inside you. You grunt once loud, REALLY LOUD, and stay unconscious collapsing on the rack. Some blood is dripping out from your mouth, your eyes are closed. I feel your pulse to see if you are still with us and once I feel it I collect my clothes, turn off the lights and leave the room locking the door after me.

The next morning, when I return to my hobby room, you are already awake. I give you something to drink, and we continue our fun games, even though you get tired sometimes and take little naps... Our games get more and more intense every day, and I have a feeling that you enjoy it. After a week, I notice that the leather straps have dug deep into your flesh and need to be replaced, but I can't get them off your wrists without cutting them with my small Swiss Army knife. The new straps are soon in place, just in time for bedtime. I slap my huge palm against your bruised ass cheeks. "Tomorrow we'll continue with the last game. Do you like barbecue skewers?" I laugh sadistically, turn off the lights, and lock the door behind me.

NATE RIVAS:

I don't know how much time has passed. In the darkness of this room, between lapses of consciousness and unconsciousness that follow one another as I go through a decadent spiral of pain that I don't know where it will take me. I don't know if it has any meaning, other than to give pleasure to my sadistic torturer. Does it make sense for me to keep resisting? Bloodied, weakened, with all kinds of physical and emotional scars, internal and external, I'm not sure I have the strength for much more. But nevertheless, I continue to drink what you give me. Not out of desperation, no. For hope, for a goal. Whether it is escape or revenge or mere pride, no one could say.

That's why, when you brought that knife yesterday to my own personal rock of Prometheus, as I've come to call it in my head, I don't know if out of cunning or instinct, I managed to hide it under my back when, during the last “game,” it slid across the table as I shook in my bonds and tried to free myself. Amidst the screams that I know you collect for your enjoyment, amidst the excitement that blood provokes in your degenerate being, you overlooked it as I slowly slid the weapon under my body. I've been sliding my body ever since, writhing in the straps until I managed to bring the knife to my fist. My wrists are raw, but I did it... I cut the ropes. The first one was the most painful; I had to dislocate a finger to get the right angle, but from there on, everything happened quickly. I don't know how much time I have left before you come back, so I get ready quickly. I know I don't have the strength for a head-on confrontation, so I grab the bat leaning against the wall, covered in my own bodily fluids, with which you brutally pierced me I don't know how many sessions ago, and the razor, and I quickly hide under the five wooden steps leading from the door. I check that the torture rack cannot be seen from the doorway until you go down the steps and turn on the light below, so it should be fine.

When I finally hear you whistling happily, that maniacal little tune I've learned to fear and hate all this time, I clench my teeth in anger as my heart races. I'm only going to get one chance. It's now, or fall into oblivion like Trey and so many others. I try to focus my mind, think about my goal. You open the door, calling me, inviting me to the next session. “Nate! It's time to eat! Are you ready for the barbecue?” I hear the metallic clang of the barbecue tongs as you open and close them, but I force myself to stay focused again. The steps creak under the weight of your heavy footsteps as you enter the room in your shorts. Now those anatomy classes in college are going to serve me in a way I never thought possible. As soon as your thighs come into view during your carefree descent, I throw the knife to cut your hamstring, in one quick cut that causes blood to spurt in a thick stream down your left leg and causes you to fall down the rest of the steps.

DREAM BREAKER:

First I have no idea what just happened. I don´t feel the sharp blade cutting my hamstring until I take the next step. The pain enters like a punch in the nuts, fast and without any mercy. I fall down the rest of the steps on my stomach hitting my forehead against the floor. "How is this possible?". I turn my face backward and see you getting out from under the steps. You have that weird, almost crazy look on your face. Your eyes are glowing revenge, payback. I swallow deep but far from giving up I roll on my back to see you better. You get closer still holding the knife in one of your hands and the bat in the other one. I lift my good leg up trying to aim a kick between your legs before it´s too late. I need to stop you and I need to do it now. "Nate, for your own sake, put those things down and you won´t get hurt. I was going to let you go anyway".

NATE RIVAS:

I come out clutching the bat tightly, knife in my mouth, naked and covered in my own blood as I am. I hope it's a somewhat frightening sight, but I don't hold out much hope that it will affect a psychopath like you. It probably even turns you on more. I hear your words but don't really hear them. It's been my mental survival tactic to keep from losing my mind for the past few days and I'm still in that mode automatically. All I see is your healthy leg trying to defend itself, ready to kick me.... So I grab the bat hard with both hands and stepping as fast as I can to the side, I dodge your blow and swing the kneecap just as you stretch your leg, with a brutal crunch that I have to admit makes me feel alive and somehow accomplished. Returning the pain you've caused me.... It doesn't sound bad, but I can't let go.... I have to escape from this madhouse of horror any way I can.

DREAM BREAKER:

I scream from the bottom of my lungs when I hear that cracking sound and watch you running to the only door out of the room. With difficulties I get up and notice my knee isn´t broken, it still supports my weight. "Where are you going Natie?", I laugh and show you the key in my hand. "You might need this... come to get it, NATIE! - MUAHAHAHA", I laugh loud.

NATE RIVAS:

That bastard keeps playing with me... I thought I was finally out, that I had escaped this surreal nightmare. I don't even bother to check the door, I know it's true. The only way out is to take the keys from him. “I'm going to make you wish you'd let me go motherfucker.” I put the locked Swiss Army knife back in my mouth and grab the bat with both hands. I have to be quick and cunning, in my state nothing else will do against this mob. I've unjarred you with the knife and I've hit you well in the knee, even if I didn't break it, so you only have one leg to lean on and wounded to boot. As much as you try to frighten me, I know I can do it. I walk down the steps slowly, like a samurai wielding his katana slowly approaching his opponent, studying you.... Until in the last two meters, I suddenly jump from above with a roar and throw the bat with all my might straight at your face in a sideways blow from above.

DREAM BREAKER:

From the corner of my eye I see the club approaching fast to my head. I need to squat my torso as I feel the breeze the club makes above my head. As you land right in front of me it´s easy to aim a good solid uppercut in between your pecs trying to hurt your sternum while my other hand slaps your cheek with all my mighty.

NATE RIVAS:

“Shit, I'm too slow!” The bat passes over your head without touching you, and no sooner does it hit the ground than your fist drives into my solar plexus leaving me breathless and unable to react to the slap with the back of my hand that throws me face first into the ground, with the bat flying off and rolling across the ground away from me. Your towering mass approaches me, staggering. My only chance is right now under my body, just inches away. I've spit the knife out with the blow, but I've managed to land on top of it. Rolling on the ground, I twist on my torso to throw a heel strike that tries to mow down your wounded knee, and I rise up crouching as fast as my muscles and adrenaline will allow me to drive the knife between your abs.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your heel kick hits hard my damaged knee that makes a loud cracking sound. I fall down to the ground managing to stay on my knees though when all of the sudden I feel a sharp pain in my abs.Looking down I see a nasty cut between my stone hard abs. I glance at your bruised face seeing that look on it, those eyes sparking in anger. "Nate, put that knife away, you might get hurt with it". I need to act fast so I wrap my arm around your neck and give you a hard headbutt in the face.

NATE RIVAS:

Your headbutt impacts full in my face and I hear a loud crack accompanied by intense pain. You've probably broken my nose, and blood gushes out as I fall backwards, still gripped by your strong arm which is the only thing keeping me from falling. Desperate, more out of instinct than anything else, I throw my knee upwards in the darkness of pain, knowing that you can't defend yourself with your legs. My knee digs into your crotch with force, and while I grab my face with a hand that fills with thick, warm blood, I slash the inside of your arm with the razor, trying to free myself.

DREAM BREAKER:

I roar loud like some wounded beast when your knee hits my man orbs with such strenght I am not sure they survived the impact. I fold forward against your body when I feel that sharp pain in my arm. "You fucker.. I will kill you for this", I mumble as I grit my teeth in pain and release your neck from my hold. My hands move to nurse my aching balls as I finally collapse on my side on the ground into a fetal position. "I will kill you!"

NATE RIVAS:

I almost fell on my ass when you let go of me, too dizzy with pain, rage, fear and hatred. A cocktail of emotions that I had never faced before in this way and that triggers my breathing. I exhale air through my nostrils as if I were a raging bull as I stand over you after putting the knife aside and grabbing the bat with both hands. “No fucking bastard, you're not going to touch me again or enjoy my balls with your twisted sadistic games.” Without further ado, this time I do hit your face with the bat with all the force I am able to muster, as if I want to throw it across the room and score a home run on my escape to the front door. But first, the keys.

DREAM BREAKER:

The room goes dark immediately, and it´s not because somebody turned the lights off. Well you did, my lights. I hear that hollow cracking sound when the bat hits my skull and I fall down on your feet. I am not unconsious, I can see your shadow, hear your heavy breathing but there´s nothing I can do to help me in this situation. All I can do is try to recover as soon as possible.

NATE RIVAS:

When your body falls to the ground with a thud, like another giant log in these Canadian forests, silence falls, broken only by the agitated sound of my breathing. It takes me a few seconds to understand what has happened, to realize, now yes, that I have a chance to escape. To regain a life I thought was no longer possible. I lunge at your half-naked body as fast as I can and snatch the keys you had tucked under your underwear. I'm tempted to crush your balls in the process, but that might wake you up. I run up the stairs at full speed, praying that the door will open, and to my relief, it does. When the light from outside floods in, it's as if a diver holding his breath, about to drown, takes his first breath of air as he returns to the surface. I stagger desperately to the kitchen, looking for some water to drink. I soak myself with water from the sink, it falls on my naked torso, washing away some of the blood that covers it, staining the countertop with its crimson color. Then I get ready to leave the house when... I can't say what it is, maybe the need for some cold drinking water, or maybe something else. But my eyes are drawn to the refrigerator. And then, to the lock that closes the freezer door.

My fingers tremble as I search through the set of keys I took from you, looking for one small enough to fit the freeze lock. And there is one that does. I open it slowly, nervously... What could be in a freezer that requires a lock on the door? Several answers flash through my mind, but I try to dismiss them without thinking too much about them. Reality always surpasses fiction, though. I take several steps back until I bump into the table behind me and knock over what was on it, unable to believe what my eyes are seeing. A retch rises from my stomach, but barely fed as I am, I only expel bile onto the kitchen floor. It can't be, and yet it couldn't be anything else. Trey's decapitated and frozen head is on the middle shelf, looking at me one last time with a pleading expression of silent pain. Of absolute terror. I quickly slam the freezer door shut, not wanting to study the rest of the... remains in that museum of horrors. My first instinct is to rush to the exit door, to escape from there any way I can. But then I realize that you would escape too. That you would disappear into who knows where, only to come back and do this again. And that Trey, good old Trey, and who knows how many other anonymous victims, would remain unavenged. That I myself would remain unavenged for the endless torture of these days. My hands stop shaking when my fists clench tightly with fury and resolve.

NATE RIVAS:

You wake up with the evening sun shining directly into your eyes, lying on a cold surface, completely naked, your hands and feet immobilized, tied to a flat metal surface. Tied or chained? The metallic clinking of your restraints leaves no room for doubt. You should recognize where you are, but it's still hard to think. Then my silhouette stands out against the sunlight as I stand in front of you, wearing only shorts. "Good afternoon, Alex. I thought you weren't going to wake up and that you were going to miss your party. You see, at first I thought I was going to miss it myself. But then I thought that you deserved it more than anyone else. So here I am, ready to do whatever it takes to not disappoint you. And to make sure of that, I've come to a place in your house where I feel most comfortable. Who would have thought that your garage was a real workshop? And here, Alex, is where I'm the expert."

DREAM BREAKER:

Bright beam of light with warm orange tones enters into the otherwise dard room almost blinding me. I try to understand what is going on when the memories rush back into my mind. My first reaction is to crawl away from you but I am badly wounded and can hardly move an inch. "Nate, don´t take it like that. I would have let you gone anyway. You were doing great. Just wanted to frighten you a little bit, that´s all. Besides you cummed, many times, so you must have liked it, didn´t you?", I try to convince you. "Why don´t you just take your clothes, your stuff and drive away. You won. Do you hear me? YOU WON - Now GO!"

NATE RIVAS:

Feeling the desperation beginning to show in your tone and your words, I have to admit that it makes me feel more than good. It's not just justice. It's not just revenge. Or is it? "Make no mistake, Alex. There's no doubt that I've won and that I'm going to get out of this alive. The real question now is, will you survive?“ Accompanying my words, I turn to the nearby tool bench and grab a pair of pliers, like the ones used to jump-start a car, each wired to... Is that your motorcycle? ”It's funny how car or motorcycle batteries work. On their own, they can't do you much harm. A spark at most. But of course, that's if you can keep your hands away. If we cause a short circuit and hold on tight to these pliers... What do you think will happen, Alex? Would you like to try it?" Then I throw a bucket of cold water on you, soaking your gorgeous body, which looks spectacular despite everything, glistening with water. “This will make you enjoy it even more.” Maybe I'm enjoying this more than I should, but I tell myself that it's what you deserve. That I'm just trying to give you back a tiny fraction of all the damage you've caused. I repeat this to myself as I grab your hard nipples with the clamps, making sure they're properly positioned, and prepare to start the motor, ensuring a short circuit with the wiring and your soaked body. “Let's start with a short one...”

DREAM BREAKER:

"No, no, Nate, don´t do that! PLEASE.. you hear me? ", I beg you clearly frightened now as I try to shake and struggle to get those clampst to fall down. But their sharp teeth bite tightly into my nipples and won't let go, no matter how much I struggle. I start to sweat, despite the cold water being thrown on me. "Nate, I'm begging you... let me go... or I WILL KILL YOU!"

NATE RIVAS:

 “Ah, so in the end, a leopard can't hide its spots, eh? And how exactly do you plan to do it, Alex? Like this, perhaps?” I start the engine and electricity runs through your body. It's a short shock, until I remove the contact, but painful enough to give you a good idea of what's in store for you. “Did you like that? Is that how you plan to kill me, big guy?” My smile tries to look friendly and carefree, but it twists into a macabre grimace as sadism takes over. Immediately, a punch lands in your abdomen, sinking my fist in. “You're warmed up now, huh? Let's give you a little more to finish warming you up!” This time, the shock is much longer.

DREAM BREAKER:

My body jolts uncontrollably as the electricity runs through my body making my head striking from side to side. My cock surprisingly jumps up swinging wildly in the air between my legs. "FUCK NATE - TURN IT OFF!", I manage to scream gritting my teeth in pain. And then you turn it off. My body lands back on the ground and just when I think you give me a moment of relax you hit your fist with rage into my abs, making my body to fold like a Swiss knife, only the traps are limiting my convulsing. I stuggle harder trying to break them.

NATE RIVAS:

My fist pounds into your body again, this time crushing your balls. “Come on, Alex, where do you want to go? As you used to say to me, it's clear that you're enjoying this. Although I understand that it's hard for you to receive so much pleasure instead of giving it, for once.” The next discharge is even longer, and the smell of burning fills the garage. It's funny that it doesn't make me nauseous or repulsed in any way. Another bucket of cold water prevents you from passing out and prepares your body for the next shocks. I only stop when I feel as satisfied as your cock. “Wow... had you heard of electroejaculation, Alex? I wasn't sure what it meant...”

DREAM BREAKER:

I hardly can pronounce a word after another shock of electricity. My body is shaking and I am about to lose my consciousness but you have thought that too keeping me awake with the bucket of cold water. "Electro ... Electro ejaculation? What the fuck is that? Keep your hands off me!!! Don´t even think of that or I will snap your neck!", I try to sound threatening even I know there´s nothing I can do to you at the moment. Unless I manage to break those ties.

NATE RIVAS:

“Hey, it's for scientific experimentation; don't be so negative!” Slowly, I release the clamps from one of your nipples and move them towards your legs, which are spread apart by the restraints. "Although I have to confess that I'm no expert, so this might not go well, or be more painful than it should be. You know it usually has to be done with anesthesia? But I think we're going to skip that step. It's only for weak and timid men, and you're a strong guy who loves to play with tied-up men, right?" After another hard blow to your abs, which sounds like hitting a wall and which I enjoy every single time, I search for your anus, first with my fingers, inserting two, three... and finally, using the clamps themselves as leverage. They're really hot from the previous shocks, but they slide in easily until I open them inside, and I pinch the skin near your prostate. A strong, hot pinch in your very guts. “Let's go, short shocks first, we don't want to ruin the equipment before the main event.” As I finish the sentence, electricity begins to run through your body, in short shocks, but from the inside this time, hitting you like nothing you've ever experienced before.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your words make me sweat even more when I look into your eyes and know that you mean every word you say. The clamps of the pliers inside my intestines snaps a tight grab from the soft walls of my canal, squeezing my prostate between them. My cock throbs and leaks precum from the pressure alone. When the other clamp grabs my abs outside my body, I understand what you were talking about. "Nate, please. Leave me alone, you can leave as a free man... NATE!"

NATE RIVAS:

“I told you before. I'm really flattered by your newfound concern for my freedom and well-being, but it's not necessary. I'm going to walk out of here, free and healthy. It's you we should be worried about, Alex. I'm really scared about what might happen to you... and you're just enjoying yourself with that stiff cock!” My hands move to your cock, squeezing it hard between my fingers, moving down to your balls and squeezing even harder as if they were two fruits from which to squeeze out the pre-cum. "They still have a little way to go before they're ripe... so a few more volts will have to do. Let's go!" The electricity runs through your body again, stronger and longer this time, causing waves of pain and an involuntary reaction with the automatic contraction that occurs in all the muscles of your enormous body. This time, I don't stop until I get the desired result and see you cum from... pleasure?

DREAM BREAKER:

The high voltage electricity runs through my body again, piercing my prostate more intensely than before. My body tensed up and I couldn't even scream in pain. And then it happened, that familiar sweet tingling sensation took over my balls, lifting them to the top of my scrotum as my hips thrust forward. With tremendous pressure, I sprayed my thick cum into the air, rope by rope. The electricity quickly emptied my balls, and the only glimmer of joy was seeing the thick cream hit your face. Instead, I would usually scream in orgasm, now I scream in pain.

NATE RIVAS:

Your hot cum splashes my face, like cream on a piping hot coffee. I can't say it's unpleasant, especially seasoned with your cries of pain and anguish. "Wow... nice cumshot, we can definitely say you enjoyed it. What you've been missing all this time, when you could have been the one receiving the attention instead of giving it.“ I wipe the cum from my face with my fingers and taste it a little, enjoying it. Sweet and warm, more than usual. ”Certainly, just right. But let's see what else we can do, shall we, Alex?“ I slowly remove the clamps, finally extracting them from your anus, and letting out a sadistic laugh when a wisp of smoke comes out of it. ”Oooops!" I finally put the clamps down on the table, but you hear the metallic sound of the tools clanging together, and I take some more out of the nearby table...

 “Good thing I brought my tools to repair your motorcycle, because there wasn't much variety here...” I immediately approach your face, showing you various tools, like someone showing off a toy. I'm sure you've seen these before, adjustable pliers... they're pretty common, although I'm sure you didn't know what I was going to use them for yet.“ I glance quickly at your balls. ”But maybe you haven't seen these others." This time I show you some expanding pliers in my other hand, with welded metal pieces at the tip like tongues. "They're basically used for the opposite, to expand or separate surfaces... and it occurred to me that with these welded pieces to provide a good gripping surface, we could apply them to one of your more entertaining cavities and see how far it can expand once heated. I've already done the preheating, so I think it's time to get down to business, don't you think?" My smile quickly disappears as I turn to your lower parts, fading into a serious and cruel grimace.

DREAM BREAKER:

I swallow deep as I see you glancing my nuts I am so proud of but soon I realize you have something else in mind when the warm tool enters into my ass, breaking the entrance through my squeezed outer ring deep into the narrow cavity. "Nate, please,, you don´t need to do this!". I squirm and struggle like a captured beast trying too break the ties and get free but you stay calm, determined with that crazy look on your face. "STOP NATE.... STOOP"

NATE RIVAS:

Your screams pass through me like desperate hands trying to grab a ghost. There is nothing left of that mischievous smile from before, of that feigned and mocking sympathy. Now only a serious, threatening... and sadistic expression. The expanding pliers enter your anus, closed at first, while I place the other two normal ones on your balls, with just enough opening to grip them firmly, but without causing too much pain. Not too much, and not for long, of course. I then move closer to your face. “Now is when you pay for all your past shit, asshole. For Trey, for all the other guys you've dragged into your twisted games. And for me.” A punch hits your face hard, causing a loud crack in your nose. Without another word, I begin to adjust the pliers, slowly, savoring every gesture and grunt of pain on your part, hoping that they will soon turn into agonizing screams. Squeezing your balls on one side and stretching your anus on the other, in a reverse race to the most absolute pain. “Say goodbye if you want, Alex, because soon those balls of yours that you're so proud of are going to have a different shape. Or no one at all.”

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel the taste of blood in my mouth as you crush my nose and cheek bones with your angry punch. But that pain is nothing compared to the pain you are driving my giant swollen balls deforming them with the pliers. As I squirm in pain the other tool is stretching my tight hole and I cannot even imagine for what, what is it you are planning to do. Then something happens, something that cannot be fixed or cancelled. The outer membrane of my balls suddenly gives in and my perfectly oval shaped balls lose their form turning into shapeless mass without any resistance. My manhood is literally in your hands, or should I say in your pliers as you ask me to say goodbye to them.

Surprisingly my cock stays rock hard swinging in the air between my legs, throbbing and expanding as if it was ready to shoot another load. I am panting and breathing heavily as my body starts to convulse uncontrollably. "Nate, my balls.. no, not my balls"

NATE RIVAS:

Your pleas are becoming more and more pleasing to me. They awaken something darker and intoxicating within me. I want more. I keep squeezing the pliers a little tighter, to the point where your balls almost seem to burst, blood mixed with semen oozing from the open cracks. The pain is unbearable, but the pressure is so gradual that they don't burst yet. At the same time, the expanding pliers open your ass wider, to the point of tearing the skin, like someone opening a zipper beyond its limits. The blood from your balls mixes with that from your ass in a crimson cascade that splatters the table and drips to the floor. Honestly, it goes great with your screams of pain, I think. "I'm good with tools, right Alex? In the end, I could have fixed your bike, I told you. But I'm not bad with my hands either, and I'm going to prove it to you. Let's crack some nuts, shall we?" My fist rises above your crotch as I change my expression again to a grimace of concentration and hatred mixed together, until I bring it down on your groin to completely crush your already flattened balls.

DREAM BREAKER:

The pain in unbearable, something I couldn´t even imagine exists and yet seeing your eyes, that look on your face I know you haven´t finished. You stretch my ass beyond it´s limits, tearing it into unusable shreds. My sphincter snaps with a loud crack and my balls are about to explode. Then you look me in the eyes and grin, raising your fist in the air. "No, don't do it," I say weakly as I feel my balls literally collapse and finally burst, turning into mush in my sack. I scream at the top of my lungs as my cock expands once more, buckles, and shoots out a huge amount of blood, semen, and shreds of my testicles, while my body twitches in the grip of powerful convulsions. My body, stretched to its limits, collapses onto the table in an almost unconscious state. I whimper quietly.

NATE RIVAS:

I observe with careful attention and a certain enjoyment the authentic bloodbath that has exploded over your abdomen. A mixture of fluids that runs down your belly, overflows down your sides, and is lost amid your moans, forming an authentic work of abstract and bloody art. But we're not done yet. The images of Trey and myself in that basement make me want more. And I always take what I want. Even more so this side of me that I didn't know existed. My eyes meet my reflection in the window and I find myself smiling. A person who is not me seems to be staring back at me. Or maybe it is me, maybe that's the real me. The best way to find out is to put it to the test. I go back to my toolbox and prepare for the next phase, the final phase of the game. A new bucket of ice water wakes you up enough to hear me. “Let's end this, Alex. Want to know how? With more pain, pain I'm sure you've never felt before. Do you know what this is?” My hand approaches your face, with a kind of metal star between my fingers. “A caltrop, the kind used to puncture tires and the like. I'm not sure why I've always liked them, but I've made sure to carry a few among my tools. And look, I've just discovered what they were for.” I then turn my gaze and my hand to your mangled ass. “If they can puncture the rubber of a tire... imagine what they can do to a person's flesh.”

DREAM BREAKER:

I lift up my head to see better what are you having in your hand and swallow deep. I have used those caltrops myself to stop some cars and motorbikes when fishing new toys, new men to play with. I don´t even want to imagine what kind of damage they could do inside my body. I look at your face and try to put on a pitiful expression, begging for mercy with my eyes. "Nate, please, don´t do that. I am so sorry what happened to your friend."

NATE RIVAS:

My face contorts in pain, as if I've been punched in the gut, when you mention Trey. But it's quickly replaced by an expression of fury, my teeth clenched and my brow furrowed. "Oh, I assure you, Alex, you're going to regret this. You're going to regret every fucking moment you spent paying attention to him. To him and every other fucking hot guy you've tortured and murdered, you bastard." My hand moves toward your ass, still open from the pliers, blood overflowing from the torn flesh. “Let's go one by one, let's see if you can count how many fit.” Slowly, savoring it, I insert each caltrop into your anus, easily thanks to the huge opening I've created. But once inside, you can feel the cold touch of metal inside you. At first, it's accompanied by only a slight prick. Little by little, it begins to pierce the skin, albeit shallowly, as they make room for the others and I insert them deeper. You lose count, but you think that about half a dozen caltrops must be inside you right now. “And now for the best part, you piece of shit.” I pull the pliers out of your anus with a quick, sharp movement, and your muscles relax, closing your anus around the caltrops with fatal consequences. The spikes dig deeper and deeper into your flesh to the point where it is impossible to tell exactly where the pain is coming from. Your screams reawaken the wild animal inside me.

“And finally, let's stir up the hornet's nest.” Climbing onto the bench you're tied to, I raise my boot over your stomach, ready to start stomping.

DREAM BREAKER:

I never stopped thinking how sharp and strong the peeks of the caltrops must be to pierce a thick wheel and to be honest it´s not what I think at moment either. The only thing that is occupying my mind and thoughts is the pain, pain the comes from deep inside me when the sharp spikes of all those caltrops are tearing me from inside, impaling the thin soft walls of my ass, punturing my prostate and who knows what more. I scream in panic knowing the worst is yet to come when you place your boot on my abs. "Nate please, you don´t need to do this?", I plead you, then my face changes and I spit on your thigh.

NATE RIVAS:

“You shouldn't have wasted your breath on this, Alex. You're going to need it to keep your throat from getting dry while you howl in pain.” Then comes the first blow. My hiking boot digs into your stomach with all my weight, strength, and anger, sinking into your belly... And causing a chain reaction that makes the caltrops pierce the inner walls of your anus, tearing it apart from the inside. Blood gushes from your asshole onto the table, soaking it viscously and hot, still smelling slightly burnt from the fiery hell I turned your body into a few minutes ago. It's incredible that you can remain conscious, but your screams of pain leave no room for doubt, so I continue stomping amid roars of rage. The sound of pain and fury floods the garage and the woods beyond.

DREAM BREAKER:

The taste of copper fills my mouth as I feel a thin stream of blood oozing out from the corner of it. I cough fewtimes violently when my body is conquered by seizures making it convulse uncontrollably. I see you standing next to me me, watching as sslowly stop moving and my eyes are staring into nowhere. My body gets limp.

NATE RIVAS:

I'm not even aware of when you stopped screaming as I continue kicking your stomach, trampling on it as if simulating a stampede over your body. When I start to get tired, I stop for a moment and look at your face. Your eyes are lost, staring into nothingness. Your naked body lies inert in a pool of blood and semen. I gasp for breath and deliver one last kick with all my strength between your legs, crushing your buttocks and causing a final trail of blood to flow from your ass, soaking my boot. Slowly, very slowly, as I observe my work, I return to my own being. And I feel strangely good, at peace. As if I had avenged all those poor men you murdered. But also the feeling of having fed something inside me. Something sinister that I had never let out before. I leave the garage with my things and drive away in my truck, leaving your lifeless body behind. I drive fast, to collect my things and leave this place once and for all, I hope, fleeing more from myself than from what has happened. Nate has definititely gone wild.

TWO YEARS LATER...

Just another day in Boston, on a random afternoon. I walk through the shopping mall wearing my sunglasses despite the indoor lighting. I've been hiding my gaze from people for months, as if something had changed in my eyes. I see that gleam in the mirror every morning, a gleam I try to hide from others. A gleam and a macabre smile that have haunted me since those nightmarish days in the forests of Canada. Since I unleashed my wild self. But that's in the past, I've got my life back and now I'm myself again. Or at least I'm trying to be. I finish my Halloween shopping calmly, thinking about my plans with family and friends for the holidays. A friendly, carefree smile spreads across my face as I think of Josh and the others and their antics, descending the escalator. Then the smile breaks. My pulse stops. My body temperature suddenly drops, my eyes wide open and my muscles stiff, as if someone had grabbed my insides with their fist. On the escalator on the other side, going up. That build, that killer smile, those sinister eyes I could never forget. The eyes of a torturer. Alex...?? I turn to follow you with my gaze, but you're gone, lost in the crowd. I run through the mall looking for you, to no avail. Unable to know what I really saw. A Halloween trick...? Or something much more real and terrifying?

Published: 2025-09-26, viewed 161 times.