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JockBttm-rp: I’ve been feeling pretty good after teaching Jake’s cocky kid brother a hard lesson - nobody fucks around with me and gets away with it! I left the teen prick a bruised and broken mess in his brother’s dorm room; now maybe he’ll learn to stay in his lane, the bitch.
Cole_Rogers: I was on the hunt. I'd had time to recover. Nothing had been that bad. And now I was even more pissed off than the first time. Not only because of what you did to me, but also what you threatened to do to my brother. I start asking around for you.
JockBttm-rp: I’m heading back to my room after a tough workout in the gym across campus. I’ve been planning to get a beatdown in on Jake, Cole’s older brother, but he’s been effectively avoiding me. At least I took care of the feisty little bro - what a prick! I get to my room and quickly strip off my tank and kick off my sneakers and socks, getting ready to hit the shower here since I didn’t bother with the one at the gym.
Cole_Rogers: I found out where you were. Or rather, where you'd be heading. It didn't take much to get into your room. I was a miscreant, after all. I'm hiding in the closet, watching as you come in, waiting for the right moment. As soon as you're nearly naked and your back is to me I slide the closet door open then lunge for you, immediately trying to get on your back for a sleeper hold, letting my legs crush your sides to hold me up.
JockBttm-rp: I’m completely taken by surprise, suddenly mounted by you from behind, your strong legs wrapping around my midsection and your arms clasping around my neck and head. MMFFGHH!! NNGHHH!! At first I think it’s a buddy pulling a prank but then I realize who it is, and a shot of panic and anger washes through me. I stagger back , and then aim my back at the door frame and backpedal, wanting to slam your spine into the hard wood molding.
Cole_Rogers: I hit the back of the door as you slam me into the molding, but I don't let go. If anything I squeeze tighter, with no remorse, not even caring if I break your ribs right off the bat. "You're dead mother fucker!" I growl in your ear.
JockBttm-rp: Your damn legs increase their crushing squeeze and I feel my ribs bending inwards; I’m quickly getting dizzy at the combined scissors and sleeper choke. I collapse onto my knees, my arms flailing as I attempt to reach back blindly and swipe at your eyes and face, but your face is tucked in tight against the back of my own head.
Cole_Rogers: I am good and tucked in. There's no escape. There's only you going out. "I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll never be able to think of me again without pain. IF I fucking let you live this time, and don't just claim it was self-defense," I growl out, squeezing everything tight.
JockBttm-rp: I remember your earlier threats from last time, but I brushed them off. But now the harsh reality is hitting home… the edge in your voice leaves no doubt in my mind that you’re totally capable of doing it. Fuck!! Fuck!! I feel my jock bod, already weak from the workout, fading fast under your assault. I stumble forward on my knees, then bend and lunge , hoping to slam the top of your head against the sideboard of the bed in a last ditch effort to get free.
Cole_Rogers: You do manage to hit me against the side board, but it would take hell on earth to get me to let you go. If you were able to knock me out that'd be about it. I'd take all the pain in the world to keep you tight and on the way out.
JockBttm-rp: Everything I try comes to naught and I’m progressively weakened as you maintain your hold; I feel my arms turn to rubber and they collapse as I careen face first onto the floor next to the bed; my tongue is hanging out and I’m making wheezing gurgling noises as you bring me to the edge of consciousness, my strong muscles going soft and limp under you.
Cole_Rogers: I don't do anything to ease your falling, I want you dead, but badly injured will do for now. I just keep everything nice and tight, waiting until I feel you go completely limp, when I'll know you're out.
JockBttm-rp: My bigger athletic bod gives a big involuntary spasm as if a final protest to this assault before going completely limp as I slump against the floor, out cold under you, a little puddle of drool under my face.
Cole_Rogers: When you finally go limp I hold you a little longer, just to keep you out longer, then finally release you. I go down to your feet and pull off a sock, then grab the duct tape I'd brought with me. I shove the dirty sock in your mouth, then wrap duct tape around your mouth a few times to keep it in place. I toss the roll of tape on the bed, lay next to you, and pull your chest back between my thighs, where it belongs. Then I start to crush, whether you're awake or not.
JockBttm-rp: I’m completely out of it as you gag me so nobody can hear my screams or cries for help, manhandling my jock bod in between those powerful teen legs and starting to squeeze hard. I’m brought out of my slumber by the intense pain slicing through my core as you crush into my sides again, bending my ribs once more. I cry out as my eyes go wide, but my shouts and grunts are muffled by the sock gag. I shake my head and thrash in your hold, a sheen of sweat breaking out over my smooth swole physique.
Cole_Rogers: I keep crushing. "If I see you so much as reach for that crap over your mouth, I'll tie you up the rest of the way. But I prefer you this way, thinking you have might have a chance." I say sadistically. "But first, we're going to break some more of those ribs. Maybe all of them."
JockBttm-rp: The memory of you in our first encounter comes flooding back into my brain, how your ferocity surprised me and the intense pain and embarrassment from my beat down, the excruciating agony when you broke two of my ribs. Your threat carries real weight and I panic, reaching up to try and rip the tape off that’s around my mouth as I thrash wildly, desperate to get free somehow before you start cracking ribs.
Cole_Rogers: There's no mercy. My legs flex so tight there's no way at least one rib doesn't at least crack. Hard enough so you can't breathe anymore and it's only going to take moments for you to pass out, well early enough before you realize where the tape even begins. There was a reason I have it wrapped around your head.
JockBttm-rp: My arms wave wildly clawing at the tape but in moments I’m paralyzed by an intense flash of pain as an audible CRACK signals that the first rib has given way. A surge of heat rises inside my core and I feel faint, slumping back against you as I swoon from the combination of pain and lack of air, my lungs burning from not being able to inhale properly. My hands slip down and my arms fall limp beside me.
Cole_Rogers: I keep crushing, wanting to make sure you're really either. Either from the pain or from the inability to breathe. "Stupid fuck," I growl as I stand, grabbing the tape off the bed, then rolling you to your stomach to pull your arms back and wrap the tape around your wrists multiple times, tightly. I do the same to your ankles, then your thighs. All trussed up. I ditch the tape again and move back to crushing you chest. I plan on breaking at least a few more ribs before moving on.
JockBttm-rp: Everything goes black and my pain is now lost in the obliviousness of unconsciousness as you manipulate my limp muscle bod to restrain my arms, my wrists taped securely behind my back and my ankles and powerful thighs wrapped up as well, thoroughly secured. I sharp stabbing pain finally arouses me from my slumber and MMMFFGHH!! MMFFF!! My gagged mouth muffles my cries of pain as you resume squeezing my busted up chest. I try to thrash and punch but quickly discover how helpless I am, bound tight. Fuck!! Fuck!! My panic grows as you seem hellbent on utterly destroying me.
Cole_Rogers: "You could've had your hands and legs free to try and fight back, even, but no, you did the one thing I told you not to." I shake my head at you as the crushing power slowly increases, my evil ass wanting you to know what's coming and know you can't stop it. "You dumb ass mother fucker."
JockBttm-rp: My growing rage at your insults and what you’ve done is only matched by the growing intensity of pain that’s now being inflicted upon my core, my chest already somewhat deformed and bruised from the internal damage you’ve wrought, but now more crushing pressure has me close to vomiting as the tidal wave of pain crashes through my gym-sculpted body, your smaller teen legs wrecking me as they clamp around my ribs… and CRACKKKK … I shudder involuntarily, tears welling in my eyes as my screams are muted by the gag taped across my face.
Cole_Rogers: I see the look of rage in your eyes, and I just smirk. "You did this to yourself. Could've learned your lesson the first time, but nope. Had to come back. And now you'll pay. Dearly." I hear the crack and the pressure just keeps growing. "What do you think, maybe two more?"
JockBttm-rp: My now crying eyes look pleadingly at you as my red face puffs and sweats; it wasn’t even this bad the first time you took me down, which until now had been the most brutal experience I’ve had. I shake my head “no!” but all that’s coming from you is more of the same, the unrelenting pressure literally crushing me, as CCCRACKK! more of my ribs give way and my body spasms involuntarily before I pass out again, limp in your brutal hold.
Cole_Rogers: I release you after another few cracks and you pass out again, not even caring. Like I'm just out for a stroll. I move over your tied up form before dropping heavily onto your chest, knees to either side of you. I reach back to start driving fists into your exposed abs now. "Wake up, bitch!"
JockBttm-rp: You straddle my busted up chest, looking deformed and blooming with purplish splotches and commence to do a similar demolition of my prized abdominals. It’s sort of a joke on campus at this point, one that I don’t hide from, the frequency with which I’m showing off my physique and my abs in particular. Dudes frequently ask me how they can get theirs to look as good, and girls are always wanting to feel them. As you start pounding your fists into my core, they sink deep, my unconscious body soft and unflexed. The first two blows wind me and wake me up with a painful throbbing as I struggle through my nose to get my air back, my mouth still gagged and taped. My protests and groans muffled by the gag, I squirm weakly under you as I attempt to hold a flex… but in vain. The severe damage to my chest seems to be keeping me from tightening my core as much as I need to, and of course the continuous rain of fists only add to the pressure.
JockBttm-rp: 
Cole_Rogers: I keep raining fists down into your stomach, and now that I feel you're awake, I occasionally rise up just to drop heavily onto your chest to add to the pain there. "You should've killed me last time bro, because if you thought I hurt you the first time, that was nothing. You're never going to be able to play sports again."
JockBttm-rp: A chill races down my spine as your words drill into my brain with the same force as your brutal punches, and I realize that I may not actually come out of this alive myself, your insatiable rage and tenacity on full display, and my extreme vulnerability now abundantly clear; a simple pinch of my nose to suffocate me, or a wayward plunge of a broken shard of rib penetrating a lung, or who knows what else… anything like this could spell the end for me. All I can do is take it— I’m unable to speak, unable to move, completely at your mercy, though “mercy” seems not to be a concept you understand. I nearly pass out again each time you drop your ass onto my chest, the agonizing pain overwhelming.
Cole_Rogers: I keep up the punches, wanting to utterly ruin your stomach muscles. The bounce on your chest after every few punches was just a pleasant reminder to me of how much you're suffering. I finally stop, after nearly a minute of constant ab thrashing. Then I claw them with both hands, deeply, twisting and digging in.
JockBttm-rp: My battered abs now bright red and radiating heat from the onslaught of punches. I think you are done but my hopes are soon dashed as your fingers claw deep into my softened core, painfully penetrating the layers of muscle before brutally twisting them, shredding my once invincible walls. My screams muffled by the gag as I quiver and shudder under you.
Cole_Rogers: I continue to claw, nice and deep and painful. And I don't stop. My fingers just dig in deeper and deeper, my hands twisting back and forth, not caring if your abs are ever useful again. "You know, I haven't decided which of your limbs I should shatter into pieces yet. Any ideas?"
JockBttm-rp: It seems like your fingers have penetrated through to my inner organs, the agony unbelievably intense. Even if I could reply, it’s clear that my feelings are the least of your concerns — Or maybe it’s more correct to say, the only feelings of mine you care about are pain and humiliation. You’ve already destroyed several of my ribs and now are fairly done with taking my once impressive six pack and transforming it into a reddened hot mess of broken down muscle, soft and tender as an open wound.
Cole_Rogers: I finally get off your chest, but only so I can turn and move to your stomach, locking my legs in a mounted figure four while I face you. "I want to make sure it these are really destroyed. Plus, you've been breathing and awake for too long." I crush them, going hard out the gate.
JockBttm-rp: My whole torso a wreck, my chest misshapen and blotched purple -red from the busted ribs, my abdominals bright red and without their strong definition. I wriggle in vain as you reposition, clamping your legs across my gut in a vice-like figure four. I grunt into the gag and shake briefly before slowly going limp again, your strong teen legs crushing my guts and leaving my diaphragm no room to breathe.
Cole_Rogers: I continue to squeeze, for another few seconds, part of me not wanting to let go at all, to just end you for hurting and threatening my brother. But no. I finally let you go so you can start to breathe again before you go brain dead. I roll you to your stomach and drop onto your back, ignoring your taped up hands. I just grab your hair and start to lift your head painfully, using your hair for the camel clutch.
JockBttm-rp: The surge of pain suddenly reawakens me from that momentary bliss of unconsciousness as you twist your fingers in my thick sweat-soaked hair and pull it up and back as your ass is planted firmly on my lower back. My busted up ribs shift and send ungodly jolts of pain through me as you stretch me in this modified camel clutch, my chest thrust up and out and my wrecked abs pulled taut. Tears flow down my dimpled cheeks as now my spine feels your wrath, too, bending unnaturally backwards as you pull harder; my scalp feels like it might rip off. My screams sound only like murmuring grunts as they are blocked by the taped gag in my mouth.
Cole_Rogers: I pull you up until I feel like you won't go any further by your hair, then grab you under the chin with both hands to keep pulling painfully back. "I always wondered, how far can the spine bend before it breaks. Never really had a chance to test it, but since I'm killing you anyways, I might as well break your spine first." I don't actually plan on doing either of those, but I want you afraid. I want to smell the fear coming off of you. "You can give up whenever, just say the words." I taunt, knowing you can't.
JockBttm-rp: What demon spawned this little terror, a genuine creature from hell in the guise of a high school senior? A cold chill immediately seizes me as I start wondering myself if the next moment will bring paralysis or death, as there seems to be no limit to to your cruelty. Part of me actually starts wanting the paralysis or death… at least then I won’t feel the excruciating pain anymore. My bound body quivers all over from the mental and physical stresses; I shout my submission and beg mercy but every word muzzled by the gag. I feel dizzy and wonder if this truly in the end for me, snuffed by my teammate’s little brother!
Cole_Rogers: "No? Don't want to submit? Okay then," I say, moving two fingers to your nose and shoving them in, using that to pull your head back instead, as well as keep you from breathing. Then I start punching as best as I can into your chest as you're bent under me.
JockBttm-rp: My panic explodes as your fingers push into my nostrils and now my airway is completely dammed up; I shriek into the gag and then WHAM! your first punch cracks into my already mutilated chest. A new eruption of pain engulfs my once proud muscle bod. I last one more punch before I black out, either from the flood of pain or lack of air or both. The tension in my body slips as I’m limp now, bent backwards in your clutch.
Cole_Rogers: I let you go and spit on the back of your head, annoyed with my toy. It's okay, I have plenty more I can do. And right now, I'm ready to start causing some real pain. And some real damage. As if I hadn't already. I back up on you a bit, sitting on your hands, then starting to dig my fingers into your biceps and triceps, clawing your muscles to start destroying them, just like I did your abs.
JockBttm-rp: My face falls hard onto the floor as you release the hold; the blow jars me back awake as my nose feels like it’s broken, pulsing with pain, but fortunately it isn’t and my sole remaining airway remains open, rather than gushing blood. I feel your fingers latching onto my upper arms and then “MMMFFGHH!! MMMFFFF!!” my eyes bulge and I scream into the gag as you begin tearing at the muscle fibers much like you had done before with my abdominals; deep intense pains alternate with numb tingling as you systematically wreck my biceps an triceps, showing no sign of letting up.
Cole_Rogers: I keep digging my fingers into your muscles, clawing them hard, waiting until I feel the muscle tremble and give under my grip before I move on to other areas of your arms. I want you weak and defenseless...even more so than you already are. Waiting to see if you pass out again from the pain.
JockBttm-rp: God, I actually would welcome another lapse into the pain free realm of unconsciousness, but my body and brain don’t cooperate yet, keeping me awake in this living hell as the body that has earned my so much success on the lacrosse field and with so much more is now ripped to shreds, pummeled and pulled apart as to become almost unrecognizable, a mass of bruises, swollen joints, and broken bones.
Cole_Rogers: I keep working your arms until I'm satisfied, then I move further up your back again, pinching your nose closed. "Don't worry, we're almost done." I say, sounding a lot calmer than before. That should frighten you. "You'll never play sports without pain again, if you can play at all, but I've decided not to kill you. Now sleep."
JockBttm-rp: My arms feel like leaden weights, not really feeling like limbs attached to my body in any useful way; I seem to have lost any connection to them aside from that of pain, a deep pulsing pain that throbs in sync with my heartbeat. Your voice has an edge that cuts deep into my psyche… there’s no telling what you will do and even though you say you won’t kill me it brings little comfort. Play sports again?? It’s almost like I’m welcoming that idea if it means I’ll still be alive, but with you, anything seems possible. You’ve completely gotten into my head as much as you’ve gotten control of me physically. I squirm in a panic as you pinch my air off, but soon slump limp and unconsciousness under you.
Cole_Rogers: I grab my knife once you're out, cutting your hands loose. I move one to the side, then re-tape the other going around your body and wrist a few times to keep it in place. Then I grab your other arm and bend it up behind you until I just feel it start to stretch. That's when I stop, sitting on your back, your arm resting against my leg like it might for a camel. "Wake up," I say calmly.
JockBttm-rp: My once beautifully sculpted body now a mess and easily manipulated; I slowly come to feeling a crushing pain as your weight presses down and my busted ribs are ground against the floor. I sense my one arm now secured against my side and a tug on my shoulder as you seem to have the other arm pulled up against my back. Uuuunnhh!! Nnghhh! I moan weakly into the gag.
Cole_Rogers: "Alright, listen up," I say, voice deadly calm now. "I'm going to tell you this now, because you'll be in too much to process it after." There's no question in my voice, just facts as I continue. "When you wake up and your other hand is free, you'll call an ambulance. You'll tell the police two bigger guys with masks jumped you. If you so much as hint it might be me or my brother, you will die. If I don't get you, let's just say my dad wanted to shoot who hurt my brother the first time. So be happy I told him I'd take care of it." I let all that sink in. "You'll never so much as look at my brother again. You see him, you walk away, I don't care what that means. Because there's only one thing left for you if you piss me off again. Nod if you understand."
JockBttm-rp: Your words drill into my addled brain and any thought of bravado or resistance is blown away like a leaf in a hurricane. My fierce ego is utterly destroyed and all I want is to never see anything of you or your fucked up family again. I swallow hard and nod as best I can, wondering if I’d even be able to work the phone, given how busted up I am.
Cole_Rogers: "Good," I say, grabbing your arm and standing. "Now, this is going to hurt. Really bad. You'll pass out. But I'm not done. I'll wait until you wake up so you can feel what I've got in final store." I have your arm straight up behind you now and simply lean into it, forcing it further up and up behind your back. I hit resistance, I just lean my body weight into it. It takes surprisingly little for your shoulder to pop out of the socket, followed by muscle and tendon tearing from your shoulder.
JockBttm-rp: As you speak and start pulling on my arm, it immediately becomes clear what’s about to happen. I feel a surge of heat building with my panic as I scream into the gag and then a blindingly strong pain erupts from my shoulder as a wave of nausea crashes through me, but I slump passed out from the ungodly pain before I actually vomit.
Cole_Rogers: I stop at a certain point. It's already going to take surgery to repair what I just did. Maybe more than one. Your lacrosse career is in the dirt. Even if you can play again, you'll never be as good, and probably never without pain and stiffness. I just stand there, keeping your arm at the same angle, waiting for you to wake back up, just so I can watch you pass out from pain again with my final step.
JockBttm-rp: I wake up to a burning fire in my shoulder, to match the lava-hot pains that are throbbing all across my body. I turn my head and see the strange angle of my shoulder, the weird deformity from the dislocation and torn ligaments. This is utterly ruinous for me… I immediately see that my promising and successful athletic career is history now. My panic and fear shift back to rage and fury, but I’m completely vulnerable, unable to act on my wrath.
Cole_Rogers: "Remember," I say when I see the angry look on your face. "Next time is guaranteed death. I won't even hurt you. I'll just snuff you." Voice still calm. I move my thigh closer to your arm then, resting your elbow across it. "This is it. Call the ambulance, don't ever breathe a word about who did this to you besides what I told you." I move your arm away slightly then before pulling back your arm with your elbow on my tensed thigh until I hear your elbow snap.
JockBttm-rp: My fear battling with my rage as you speak and slowly manipulate my arm, the feeling in it largely gone aside from throbbing pain alternating with tingling numbness. And then NNNGHHH!! another searing eruption of pain coincides with the sickening CRACK from the shattering of my elbow; my lungs seem to deflate and darkness envelopes me, a ruined shell of my former self, destroyed by a high school teenager.
Cole_Rogers: I just drop your shattered arm, then pull out my knife and cut the tape holding your other hand, releasing it. Then I pull on my hoodie out of the closet, put on my hospital mask to cover my face, grab the rest of what I brought, and walk out without another word.
JockBttm-rp: I wake up in a world of pain like I’ve never imagined, only one usable arm. I claw at the tape across my face and finally crawl to the desk and find some scissors to cut through it and remove the gag. My mouth is like cotton and when I make the emergency call I can barely speak in a way that can be understood. I’m barely holding onto consciousness as I start spitting blood from my mouth. Whether from my garbled words or tracking my phone location, after some time… who knows how long… emergency services arrive. I’m drifting in and out of consciousness as they work on me, and as they take me to the ambulance, I catch sight of a familiar hooded figure watching and laughing; the doors shut and we speed off, as I drift off again into oblivion.
END
Published: 2025-11-19, viewed 175 times.
Aurelio Segreta
2025-11-21 14:25Unbelievable crushing wrath from young Cole. Hard to see Ty's beauty and strength be destroyed like that, but Cole needed to clearly declare he's the Alpha I guess. Brutal man. Nice work guys.
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-21 15:13(In reply to this)
Hey, thanks for taking the time to offer a positive comment - so glad you enjoyed it!
Apollo Dante
2025-11-20 21:55Having just added comments on Cole Rogers recent bout with Tommy Rex are here we see him in action again. As I said this boy is having a busy time in the ring recently. Maybe the confidence he got from his BIG win over Tommy boosted his confidence as he faced Tyler looking for revenge! And the comments appearing here are rightly so positive and as someone commented he was so focused here. Intense and often brutal exchanges made this such aHOT read! A BIG and no doubt totally satisfying win for Cole here..thanks for adding it here!
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-20 22:42(In reply to this)
Thanks for the kind words for us, Apollo!
Freaker
2025-11-20 10:48The destruction Cole Rogers inflicts on JockBttm-rp is both physical and psychological, making his revenge a masterclass in brutality and strategy. Cole systematically dismantles JockBttm-rp's body, starting with his ribs, then moving on to his abdominals, arms, and finally his shoulder and elbow. Each act of violence is meticulously calculated to cause maximum pain and long-term damage, ensuring that JockBttm-rp will never forget this encounter.
Cole's calm adds an extra layer of terror. He speaks with a chilling calmness, making his threats all the more believable and frightening. He leaves JockBttm-rp in a state of utter ruin.
Perfect story to share in THE HIGH TABLE. Thank you
Max Freaker and the board.
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-20 14:53(In reply to this)
Thanks for the positive feedback and support!
ErikAtlas
2025-11-20 04:29Awww hell! That was a master class in abdominal crushing destruction! Fun I need a mop!
Added to my all time favorites.
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-20 14:53(In reply to this)
Thanks so much - Cole is such a talented collaborator - so glad you enjoyed this!
ErikAtlas
2025-11-21 01:16(In reply to this)
You guys are amazing. Thanks for posting.
Lucas Fenrick (deleted member)
2025-11-19 21:58Well, this is quite a hard story.
I know Cole can be quite a heel, but usually in a teasing and lighthearted way from what I have seen.
Seeing him so dark, dead serious and ice-cold, well it gives you kinda goosebumps, but not the good kind and Ty found out what it means first hand.
It's just an awesome story and I have the feeling this rivalry and story arch is far from over.
Just shows what can happen if things become really personal.
Again, an awesome and terrifying story.
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-19 22:34(In reply to this)
Thanks, Lucas - I think your observations here are spot on - appreciate the kind words and support!
Cole Rogers
2025-11-19 22:35(In reply to this)
If he would've just left my brother out of it...hehe
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-19 22:37(In reply to this)
Maybe the ISN’T over, you menace!