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JockBttm-rp: The campus is in shock after the lacrosse team captain, Ty Hargrove, was savagely attacked — broken ribs, torn rotator cuff and dislocated shoulder, broken elbow - among other injuries. He claims to remember nothing aside from getting jumped from behind, and security footage from a nearby camera showed nothing suspicious, so students and faculty are on edge about the mysterious attack. Tyler’s friend Derrick has his suspicions, however, knowing that there had been a series of altercations between Ty and the younger brother of a teammate, Jake Rogers. Cole, Jake’s 18 year old brother, had been angry with Ty about how he had been bullying Jake. Could this high school kid be behind the attack? At a party one night, Derrick makes nice with Jake and plies him with stiff drinks… and he basically uncovers the truth, that it WAS Cole who put the big beating on Ty! Derrick now takes it on himself to dispense some justice, deciding turnabout is fair play. He steals Jake’s phone and uses it to text Cole, inviting him to hang out at an off campus party. The trap is being set…
Cole_Rogers: I got the text from my brother, the person I cared about most. That I'd done a lot for. That I was ready to go to jail for, if it came down to it. I was and always would protect him. And so far, all indications pointed that Ty hadn't spilled the beans. Me and my brother had an alibi ready. I'd made sure the cameras were pointed away from your door days before I went after you...I'd planned it all out, and it seemed I'd gotten away with it. Now it was past. It wasn't going to be my first of his college parties. I was a charmer for the college boys, had been for years. I got myself all dressed up. Some slacks, chill button down that I left opened part way, then I hopped in my car and followed the directions. It was in the woods, which was a little odd, but whatever. I get to where my brother said the party was and got out of the car to start walking to some clearing it was supposed to be in nearby.
JockBttm-rp: Derrick did his best to maintain his composure while visiting Ty in the hospital, but seeing him like that, so damaged, broke something inside him. They had hit it off immediately freshman year, and their relationship soon developed into something more than just friendship. He left the hospital vowing to break the kid who had nearly killed his soulmate, and now that vow was about to come to fruition. The sun was low in the sky and a warm breeze rustled the leaves as Derrick waited near the trail that wove through a remote section of campus. An old pair of black shorts hugged his hips over a navy jockstrap, a grey T tight across his pecs, his finely sculpted 6 foot and 183 pound physique coiled and ready to pounce, a hefty branch held like a baseball bat as he hid himself waiting for his prey.
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Cole_Rogers: I keep making my way through the forested area, following the trail. I'm completely unsuspecting of foul play, so I'm not really paying attention. In fact I'm kind of scrolling through my phone, just glancing up occasionally to make sure I'm not going to trip on a root or anything. Then it's back down to look at my phone.
JockBttm-rp: I see the little prick coming… perfect! Head down in his phone, not a care in the world. As he steps past my hiding spot I step out behind him. “Hey asshole!” I shout, and as he turns I swing the branch like I’m trying to hit a home run ball, smashing it into your midsection.
Cole_Rogers: I keep walking until someone yells something behind me, surprising me and catching me off guard. I turn, confused, only to get hit in my unflexed stomach so hard I see stars. The power of the hit lifts me a few inches off my feet and I drop to my knees, phone lost on the ground somewhere as I cover my stomach dry retching.
JockBttm-rp: My chest heaving, I loom over you. “I know it was you, bitch, you’re the fucker who put Ty in the hospital! I saw your first fight, remember? He couldn’t even talk when I saw him. And now that’s where you’re going, to intensive care!” I grab a fistful of your hair and lift your head up before delivering a sharp knee to your jaw.
Cole_Rogers: I'm still too stunned and in too much pain to react normally. You easily lift my head up by my hair and drive the knee hard into my jaw, sending me flat onto my back now, staring up at the trees. My vision is a bit clouded, my eyes unfocused, seeing far more stars than should be there...
JockBttm-rp: I’m feeling a rush as the ambush works perfectly, a warm glow spreading through my core as my knee solidly connects and you go down hard, clearly stunned. I grin as I reach down and grab you by the front of your button down shirt and haul you to your feet. “All dressed up for the party, huh, shithead? Well welcome to MY party!” I hiss as I pull my arms apart; the buttons of your shirt go flying as I rip open the front of it and yank it off you, before kicking you in your left knee to force you back down into a kneeling position.
Cole_Rogers: I'm a ragdoll at the moment, so stunned from the heavy blows that I'm barely even registering what's going on. You pull my shirt, ripping the nicer shirt off of me and sending buttons flying everywhere. The kick to the knee drops me back to my knees, falling back to sit on my legs, just kind of...sitting there as things slowly start to clear. "Jake..." The first word out of my mouth. The text came from my brother's phone. He's my concern.
JockBttm-rp: “Jake? That fucker is gonna get it next, little shit!” I growl, then sending a roundhouse punch into your gut.
Cole_Rogers: I double over in pain, unable to stop my body's natural reaction to the blow to my open, unflexed gut. "Where...is...he...." I growl out between pained breaths, slowly straightening enough to look up at you. My eyes were still partially unfocused, glazed over even from the blows and the pain. Yet there was also a deadly fire in them.
JockBttm-rp: “He can’t help you now, dickhead… and you’re not gonna be in any shape to help him either!” I threaten, as I spit into your face before stepping behind you and sending a hard kick into your back between your shoulder blades.
Cole_Rogers: I turn my head and close my eyes on instinct when you spit in my face. Your kick sends me to my hands and knees, the fog slowly clearing as you don't provide any more severe pain like before. But I don't act, not yet. I need answers. "He better be okay," I say, finally having caught my breath, able to speak more normal, if a bit weaker than it should be. "Who told you..."
JockBttm-rp: “Haha… I figured it was you after I had seen how you tore into Ty that first time… surprised the hell out of everyone,” I answered coldly, then slamming my foot down on your back and standing with my full weight on your spine. “Then I got your douchebag brother drunk and he copped to the fact, but I already knew… that was just confirmation!” I then step off you and walk over to grab the tree branch I had started with…
Cole_Rogers: Drunk. You'd gotten him drunk. That meant he was probably okay somewhere, if hungover. That was a relief, but I'd find out for sure. I had to. My brother was everything to me. Ty had found that out the hard way. It was going to be your turn. I drop to the ground hard when you slam your foot onto my back, then stand on my spine. But I was a fighter. I was used to pain, especially if I was taking it for Jake. So when you step off and turn your back to me I move quickly and quietly, pushing to my feet and moving after you on light, fighter trained feet. I wait for you to be distracted trying to grab the branch before I attack. When you start to reach for it is when I would strike, trying to drive a hard fist into your kidney.
JockBttm-rp: I’m feeling awesome, the strange high of someone on the cusp of securing a decisive victory, endorphins cascading through my brain and my cock twitching, my whole body attuned to finishing off this little scumbag. I reach down and grab the club-like branch, but as I start to twist around, UUNGHH!! your fist smashes into my lower back on the left side, a vicious kidney punch. My hands open reactively as my back arches and my head tosses back, the tree branch falls to the trail. I’m in shock both from the punch and the fact that you somehow resurrected yourself enough to deliver it. My handsome face contorts in anger. “You fuck!!” I throw a wild right hand, aiming at your head, eager to fuck you up permanently.
Cole_Rogers: I'm still in pain. It's impossible not to be. But you learn to take it and work through it when you learn to fight. Especially when you've been in as many scraps as I have in my life. I probably move much better than you think I should be able to. I sidestep the punch, reaching out to try and grab your wrist as it goes by with the intent of yanking you forward and raising my knee hard into your gut.
JockBttm-rp: My momentum swings my body forward off balance as my lunging punch hits nothing but air; your hand grabs the wrist and like a dancer leading his partner you guide my body forwards as you raise your knee… THUNK! Spit and air spew from my mouth as I’m bent over your knee, totally winded, my eyes bulging as I gasp and wheeze.
Cole_Rogers: I don't stop, I don't hesitate. I need answers, and I need you to be willing to give them to me. I reach for your head when you bend over, raising it slightly, then bringing it down hard as I bring my knee straight up into your nose, not caring if I break it at this point.
JockBttm-rp: There’s a sickening cracking noise as a warm splatter of blood smears across my face and your knee as my nose breaks from the impact; a fierce jolt of pain is quickly followed by a deep throbbing ache from the center of my face as my knees wobble and I careen backwards onto my ass. I reactively clasp at my face rather than mount an immediate counter, my lack of fighting experience becoming more apparent. “Unghh!! You fucking broke my nose!” I shout, the words somewhat muffled and high pitched as I sit dumbfounded and dazed.
Cole_Rogers: "I'll break a lot more before I'm done," I say, voice almost too calm for the situation. I'm focused. With Ty it was about getting out the rage for what he'd done and threatened to do. With you, it was just about teaching you a lesson, and getting my answers. I move behind you when you fall on your ass and immediately drop down to try and get my arm around your neck in a tight sleeper hold, my strong legs moving to go around your sides as I try to get my ankles locked.
JockBttm-rp: As you position yourself behind me it finally dawns on me that I’m in a real fight now, not a one-sided beat down. I slip my left arm up in between my neck and your encircling arm to keep you from locking on a full sleeper choke, as I squat up, my powerful legs lifting us both up as your legs clamp around my midsection. I bend and try to toss you over my shoulder but you stay glued to me like some parasitic tick or leech. I wince and gasp as your legs squeeze hard. Fuck!! I stagger back and then aim at a big tree behind me; I’m gonna ram back into it and smash you against the hard rough trunk.
Cole_Rogers: You actually impress me when you get your arm up, stopping me from getting the choke. So you do have some experience, at least. My ankles latch as I pour on the pressure immediately, but you manage to stand, much to my surprise. I keep trying to get the sleeper locked in, switching arms to try and get under your chin still. Then I feel the movement backwards, and I know what's coming. I hang on tight, squeezing my legs with all my strength and just throwing my arms around you as you smash me back into the tree hard. It rattles my teeth and causes sharp pain all up and down my back. But I do my best to ignore it, focusing on squeezing the air out of you with my legs now. I'm too low to crack any ribs except maybe the floating ones, but your organs should be shifting around already.
JockBttm-rp: My lungs are starting to burn as I’m unable to inhale properly, your crushing scissors seeing to that. I fully expect you to let me go after the big crash backwards against the tree trunk, but like some Terminator robot you’re still there, arms working to try and secure a sleeper choke as your goddamn legs rearrange my internal organs. I manage one more smash against the tree, though much weaker this time, before I stagger a couple steps forward and collapse to my knees. My arms alternate between throwing elbows back at your ribs and raising my hands to claw at your forearms. But each passing moment weakens me further, my movements more off target and less energetic.
Cole_Rogers: The weaker hit against the tree just proves to me that things are going as they should. You're weakening from lack of oxygen. It's what I expected. My legs actually tighten more, extending out, my thighs shrinking your waist size. I take everything you throw at me. It's all so weak now it doesn't really hurt anyways. When you drop to your knees, I wait a few seconds before I give you a yank back with all my weight, trying to force us backwards with you on top so I can keep crushing you. I try to latch on the sleeper again instead of just holding on, not that it's necessary at this point. But it's not just about the physical breakdown. You're going to mine mentally as well, after this trick you pulled. "You saw what I did to your little boyfriend," I whisper. "Just think of how much more I can do to you. And you brought us out here, where no one can help you. No one can save you. They may never even find out."
JockBttm-rp: Like some large beast being brought low by a tranquilizer dart I become more and more sluggish, my energy draining as much as my anxiety starts amplifying. “NNNGGHHH!!” I fall back against you as you yank me backwards with all your strength, and now I’m looking up at the late afternoon sky through the branches and leaves of the trees towering over us as I writhe and gasp in your grip. Your arms successfully now snake around my neck and head as your ominous words drill into my psyche. What the fuck is happening?? I had this perfectly worked out, a failsafe plan… and now … “Nnnghhh!” … it should be YOU getting wrecked! I saw how you left Ty barely alive… fuck!! Can’t… let…you… win! “Nnhhhhh!”
Cole_Rogers: "I bet I could bury you out here and they'd never suspect your body would be right on campus," I say, sounding thoughtful, almost like I'm proposing a thought-provoking exercise. "Hmm." I keep everything tight, knowing you don't have much more time to be conscious. Unlike with Ty, I didn't have a plan for you. I was going to have to improvise since you jumped me so unexpectedly. There was only one thing I knew. "I'm going to break you so bad, none of your friends will even think of trying something this stupid again."
JockBttm-rp: I wriggle and flex but it’s no use. The sleeper and body scissors combo is putting me out; I gurgle and sputter weakly as my cheeks bulge and my tongue hangs out, my eyes rolling back as I slump and go limp in your big squeeze, only a strange hardness in my cock now, as the rest of me goes soft and lifeless, out cold.
Cole_Rogers: I wait until you go limp before I finally let you go, kicking you off of me and letting you roll to your stomach. I stand then, going to grab my shirt to look it over. Totally ruined. Unfortunate. I really liked that shirt. I sigh softly, then look back at you. You had no idea what you were in for. I drop the shirt, then move over to push you the rest of the way on your stomach. I climb onto your back and pull your arms over my knees, getting you into the position for a camel clutch. But I don't bend you anymore yet, just letting you hang limply there while I wait for you to wake back up.
JockBttm-rp: As I slowly come to I see pine needles and leaves below me and I’m angled up somewhat… fffffuckkk! … where am I? Then it all tumbles through my brain: the ambush, the turnaround, me getting knocked out… shit!! I cough and sputter a bit as I finally realize where I am and that you’ve got me.. in what? Oh shit! A camel clutch! I start thrashing under you, trying to slip free.
Cole_Rogers: I was lost in my thoughts for a bit, insomuch that I didn't realize you were awake until you started thrashing. "Oh, right," I say, refocusing. I reach a hand under your chin and pull back slightly. Not a lot, just enough to expose your chest. Then I use my other fist to hammer down into your solar plexus a few times. "Stop resisting." I say simply, calmly, after a few punches, still bending you slightly to see if you comply.
JockBttm-rp: Your damn fist slugs me hard as you order me to stop resisting. Well, fuck that! I’m not just handing myself over to your demented sadism! My whole chest now throbbing in pain from the impacts, but I start clawing into your knees, drilling my fingers into tender spots as able, trying to get you to release the camel clutch.
Cole_Rogers: I let out a soft, slightly annoyed sigh. I drop your chin, then grab your wrists, yanking them back even further on my knees until I know they're painfully stretched and your body is hanging even more. "I could hurt you, you know," I say, voice eerily calm still. "I could destroy you right now. I could kill you. It would be easy. You resisting so much does nothing besides annoy me, and it may make me get annoyed enough to hurt you even more than I'm already going to. Just think about that for a second. Let me know when you're done." I fall silent.
JockBttm-rp: “Nnngghhaaaah!!” You now have me by the wrists, my chest thrust out as my spine bends awkwardly and painfully backwards, my larger muscular frame trembling under you from the strain you’re putting on it, my thin grey T shirt now darkened with sweat. My resistance, though, is not broken — “Ffffuckkk… you!” I hiss through gritted teeth.
Cole_Rogers: "No, though I may fuck you," I say thoughtfully. "After all, you attacked me. I'm just defending myself. If they find my seed in your ass, well, you forced yourself on me," I say simply. "Anyways," I sigh, then reach both hands down to clasp under your chin before I start pulling you up, bending you backwards. I ease into it, letting you think I'm going to go easy on you. But I'm not. I ease into it, but I don't stop. The pain keeps growing and growing. I want you to know that there's more and more coming, and that there's nothing you can do to stop me.
JockBttm-rp: You seem so calm and controlled… and controlling. It’s terrifying, actually, how smooth and easily you talk about all this and actually make me believe you’re fully capable of any of it, despite our size and age differences. I wince and groan as you slowly and steadily pull back, my backbone bending in a way it was never designed for. Surely you wouldn’t actually… fffuckkkk!! But yeah, you would! My panic accelerates as my hands circle uselessly in the air and I feel like you’re gonna snap me in two. I cry out, trying to trick you - “You do that, and your brother … will get worse… you can’t protect…him!” I stammer through the pain.
Cole_Rogers: My face clouds over when you mention my brother, but you can't see it. Instead I bend you sharply, nearly snapping your spine. "Watch your mouth," I warn, deadly calm, relaxing just slightly, leaving you on the cusp and in severe pain. "You'll tell me all about what you did to and with my brother, and where he is. You'll be begging to do it. Because that's the only way the most severe pain will end, and the only way you walk away instead of crawl."
JockBttm-rp: “UUNNGHH!!” I’m zapped by an incredibly sharp and severe pain when you pulse back hard, like a giant knife stabbing through my back and out my belly; a sudden surge of heat rises and spreads through my core and my breath catches sharply. Holy fuck! My arms and legs feel tingly and again the seriousness of your threats is driven home to me. But it’s the only leverage I have now… I somehow have to hold on and hope you’ll relent. “If I don’t… return safely… after two…hours… he’s … fucked,” I gasped, hoping you’ll buy it.
Cole_Rogers: I hear what you have to say and am silent for a few seconds. "You better hope that's not true," I say finally. "Or you and your boyfriend will feel pain beyond what I've already done to him, and then you'll be dead, knowing only pain." I take a breath, trying to calm myself before I do something stupid as you continue to try and use my brother against me. "I don't think anyone else would be stupid enough to do anything, if they even knew why your boyfriend was hurt in the first place. But you...you love him. I saw it, when you found us the first time I hurt him." I don't relax the hold at all, keeping you in severe pain.
JockBttm-rp: Who the fuck are you?? How’d you get this way?? You seem to read my mind and know all about me even though we barely met. I’m sweating bullets under you, my college jock bod in agony under this fucking teenage mutant sadist. My breath now coming in rapid shallow huffs as I struggle to maintain the lie and hold my composure, such as it is, but at last the torment and strain is too much: “NNGGHHAAA!! Ffuckkk!! Okay!! … he’s fine… he’s…AAAH!! … no… danger…none…NNGHH!! … fuck!! Let…me…go!”
Cole_Rogers: When you finally come clean, I finally relent. Somewhat. I stop pulling you back, but you're still trapped hanging over my knees. "Tell me. Everything." I say calmly, not expecting any more resistance. Not unless you were a sadist yourself.
JockBttm-rp: I start breathing a little easier, the excruciating pain now retreating although I’m still marooned in this fucking camel clutch. “It’s…it’s not… not much to … to tell,” I gasp haltingly as I slowly recover a bit. “I nipped his phone… at the … locker room… sent you…the message … to … to ambush you… Nnnghh…. He’s got no clue.” My mouth feels dry and my arms are sort of numb from the poor circulation reaching them in this position. I’m hoping you lean down… if I can reach back to rake your eyes, I can probably buck you off and turn this back around, or so I think.
Cole_Rogers: For a few long moments nothing happens. I could be thinking of anything. How to hurt you. If I should let you go. If I should kill you. It's really a mystery. Finally, I reach back and start patting your pockets, searching for your phone. "I'm going to call my brother. You better hope he answers and says everything's okay. Where's your phone?"
JockBttm-rp: I’m seriously getting more panicked the longer you stay silent and still … what the fuck is going on?? I’m like dripping in sweat, my shorts and T damp with it. I then feel your hands on my shorts. Phone? I reply, “It’s not on me…it’s over behind the big rock… in my bag,” I grunt. This may be an opportunity - if you go for the bag I have a chance to get up and save myself.
Cole_Rogers: You don't even get to finish your statement. You say it's not on you and my arm is instantly around your neck as I yank you bank, locking in the choke viciously. I don't say anything as I do it, and I don't say anything while I wait for you to pass out.
JockBttm-rp: NNNGGGHhhhhhhh! I thrash a bit before the darkness closes in, going limp in your choke as my eyes roll back and I’m just hanging under you.
Cole_Rogers: I hold you there, longer than normal, making sure you're going to be out for a little longer than normal. Then I just let your face smash into the ground as I stand. I go to where I dropped my phone and scoop it up. It didn't break, that's good. I start tapping on the screen as I walk back to you, not even looking at you as I lean down to roll you to your back. I tap Jake's name, the first one in my favorites, then sit down behind you. My legs figure four around your neck as the phone goes up to my ear. I start to squeeze, even though you're still passed out, wanting that blood flow return to be slow and you to feel like crap when you wake up.
JockBttm-rp: My face hits the ground reopening the wound of my broken nose and more blood oozes out and smears on my face. But I remain unconscious, sprawled on the trail as you attend to the phones. You kick my limp body over onto my back and I flop spread eagle, my face a mess of blood and dirt. After a few minutes my eyes start blinking and I moan softly, looking up at the trees towering above as I feel something squeeze around my head and neck.
Cole_Rogers: The phone starts to ring and I just wait, my legs remaining tight enough to keep you weak, but conscious. Frightfully defenseless for you, I was sure. I didn't care. Two rings. "He's not answering." I say, acid dripping in my tone. "For your sake, you better hope he does, or you better come up with a way I can confirm he's okay really fucking fast." My eyes stares down at you from where I sit above you, my legs slowly beginning to flex tighter as I feel anger and fear rising.
JockBttm-rp: I groan and wipe a hand across my face, spitting out dirt and detritus from my mouth and cleaning off some of the bloody mess from my busted nose. I gurgle and writhe as you tighten your grip, my heels sliding back and forth on the trail making little furrows, your threats drilling into my psyche. “Nngghh… he… could be…anywhere… try… his… nnnghggh! … his roomie… Austin,” I say hoarsely, barely able to speak through the figure four.
Cole_Rogers: Jake's phone goes to voicemail. I hang it up, then go to my contacts and scroll through for Austin's number. I have it, it's just not as easily accessible as Jake's. My legs are tight now, just a little flex away from a full knockout, instead just leaving you on the cusp of consciousness. I do it without even really thinking about it. Knowing just the right amount of pressure to fuck with people is something I've simply learned over the years. My friends either love me or hate me for it, honestly. I hit Austin's contact, then put the phone to my ear and wait.
JockBttm-rp: Each time I try to claw or pry at your legs you pump your quads or tighten the figure four, and my eyelids flutter and I drool and sputter, my arms slipping down, weakened and tamed. It’s so fucking humiliating, trapped like this, unable to mount any kind of counterattack, my bigger, more developed body just a compliant toy for you, it seems.
Cole_Rogers: The phone rings and rings, and I expect it to go to voicemail. Then he answers at the last second. "Austin, hey, it's Cole, Jake's brother. Yeah I'm good," I say, like I don't have you trapped and tamed. Just another night. "Hey I can't get ahold of Jake, have you...oh, really? Okay cool. Yeah it's all good. Nah I don't want to wake him up. He's doing okay right? Oh long practice? Got it. Alright, thanks. Take it easy man." I hang up the phone and look down at you. "Looks like I don't need to kill you. Better hope nothing else does." I say vaguely before cinching my legs tightly to put you back out.
JockBttm-rp: I’m tempted to yell out to Austin but even had I tried, the tight figure four would have immediately choked off my attempt. I feel a cold chill run down my spine as you frighten me with that mysterious threat… I saw Ty in the hospital, and I am experiencing your wrath right now, so I know you’re capable of dishing out crazily harsh shit. I can only hope that you now will forget all about the empty threats to your brother and go easy on me. But then you tighten the hold and … NNGHH! NNNGGGghhhhhh… I writhe spasmodically for a moment before my world fades into blackness.
Cole_Rogers: I hold the figure four tight for longer than normal, knowing it'll just take you longer to recover. Of course, too long and you go brain dead. Or just dead. So after about thirty seconds I release you, letting your head hit the ground as I stand. I go to where we'd started, where I'd seen a bag. I had...suspicions. I open the bag and look inside, proving them right. I pull out some rope you'd obviously intended to use on me, then grab the bag and go back to you. I drop the bag, push you to your back, and tie your hands behind you, then tie the gag you'd brought around your mouth.. I lean down, grab the bag, then throw you over my shoulder in a firemans carry back to my nearby car. Less than a minute and you're in my trunk as I start driving.
JockBttm-rp: I’m awakened at last by a jolt from a rough patch on the road that bounced me around inside the trunk of your car, though in the darkness and noise and disorientation from being knocked out, I have no clue yet what’s happening. I try to shout and only then realize I’m gagged; and when I try to move my arms I realize I’m bound tightly at the wrists, behind my back. Some further bumps in the cramped, pitch place trunk and it dawns on me that I’m in a car’s trunk. Holy fuck… this can’t be good! My head is pounding and I’m so thirsty and aching all over. My T shirt stinks of my sweat and I’m now terrified about what’s in store for me.
Cole_Rogers: We speed along for a bit, then things slow down and the road gets rough, like it's a dirt road. It takes a good thirty minutes total before we finally stop and I turn off the car. Another minute and the trunk pops open. I stand there, holding it open, framed in the moonlight as I look down at you. I'd put on a tight tank top at some point. I don't say anything as my hand drops off the trunk and I reach down to grab you, throwing you back over my shoulder. We're still in trees, but we're no where near campus. Or civilization. I grab the back with my other hand, leaving the trunk open as I carry you a short distance before just dumping you on the ground in a small clearing. Moonlight shows the tall trees, a stream nearby, and no signs that this is even a normal camp site. The middle of nowhere.
JockBttm-rp: Although it’s dark outside it’s still brighter than the trunk had been. I blink a few times and see your form looming over me. I try to speak but… shit! … that damn gag. I have no idea where this place is, just that it’s like a wilderness. You hoist me up and dump me with a grunt and wince; I hear moving water and see the almost full moon shimmering through the pine needles.
Cole_Rogers: I push you onto your back with a foot before dropping my ass heavily onto your stomach. I drag the bag onto your chest and open it to see what else you brought. I reach in, then pull out a knife, some more rope, some brass knuckles..."At least you had a plan, shitty though it was," I say, setting the bag aside before sliding on the brass knuckles. I don't wait or warn you, I simply slam my fist hard into your solar plexus.
JockBttm-rp: No. Fucking. Way. He’s got my bag… shit!! When he got the phone before… I’m such an idiot!! My eyes narrow and I glare up at you, thrashing as best I can under your weight, my arms still bound behind my back and my yells muffled by the gag. I see you slip on the brass knuckles and I feel the color leaving my face as my eyes widen and all of a sudden, THUNKKKK!! A blinding pain rocks through me as your fist cracks into my solar plexus; I jackknife partially as I feel like I was hit by a sledgehammer, winded and dazed; my heart seemingly stopped for a moment, and the gag preventing me from sucking in sufficient air to replace what was lost in the sudden rush of exhalation.
Cole_Rogers: I watch and feel your body try to jack knife under me and I finally break my time of being mostly expressionless. I smirk down at you, watching as you struggle. Enjoying it, even. Then I raise my fist again to slam it down into one of your pecs just as hard. "You're going to wish you were your boyfriend by the time I'm done."
JockBttm-rp: The brass knuckles give you the damaging power impact of someone three times your size; I gaze up with horror as that look of smug satisfaction forms on your boyish face. How did a high school kid get to be so damn brutal and merciless? I close my eyes as the punch is unleashed then my eyes are forced open in a reactive scream of agony, muffled by the gag, as the blow sinks into my meaty pec mound down to the ribs beneath. That whole side of my chest now explodes in pain, a deep throbbing ache. Had it not been for my well developed pec muscle, those ribs would be history.
Cole_Rogers: I can feel just how deeply my fist goes with the knuckles. "I can see why you brought these. Might've been able to do some damage. Too bad you're shit," I say before punching your other pec. I wait a few seconds after that hit to let the pain subside enough for you to answer me. "So, you and Ty fucked each other?"
JockBttm-rp: My head shakes from side to side as I see you preparing to slam another punch down, but all in vain as NNNGHHH!! now my right pec is decimated by your brass knuckles punch, a deep red welt quickly forming there as I find myself breathing fast and shallow, lightheaded now. And then the question - my eyes go wide and then narrow with anger - who the fuck are you to pry into that?? We’ve kept our relationship mostly on the DL, and this question is so shocking and unsettling. Of course I can’t answer, gagged as I am.
Cole_Rogers: I see your anger and grin knowingly. "I see," I say simply, the answer obvious in your emotional response. "No wonder you're so pissed. Would've thought you might understand better than him, though, since you wanted revenge, just like I did for my brother." I shrug then. "Don't matter now. You started this. I'm going to finish it. At least you'll be broken together. If they find you out here when I'm done with you." The fist goes up again and I slam it into your ribs. again, and again, knowing they'll probably break at the first or second on that side.
JockBttm-rp: My rage boiling up as you continue talking, keeping me pinned and gagged, but as your brass-knuckled fist starts slamming into my chest again that rage is eclipsed by the ungodly pain that immediately explodes from the impacts; I squirm and shriek into the gag and it’s on the fourth punch that the bones start fracturing; the sound of each blow is audibly different as my chest caves from the severe beating, my eyes freely flowing with tears and the pain so intense I’m on the cusp of passing out again.
Cole_Rogers: I feel it as the ribs give on one side, making sure at least a few go before I switch the knuckles to my other hand, then start slamming them into the other side to give them the same treatment, silent for now, focused. It's like I'm just working, doing a job I needed to do.
JockBttm-rp: A couple punches in on the other side and it’s the same result, my fitness model physique now a busted up mess; I’m dazed and my brain must be going into some sort of shutdown mode because rather than blacking out entirely the pain has become more like background noise and I’m still conscious but it’s like I’m separated from my body - I can feel little but an aching dull tingling and heat. My eyes wander unfocused.
Cole_Rogers: I recognize the look on your face. It happens in training sometimes, especially with new guys. I slip off the knuckles and drop them in your bag, then stand off of you before reaching down to grab you under an armpit and drag you towards the stream. I flip you to your stomach at it and sit at your back, then shove your head under the water, all without a word.
JockBttm-rp: Muffled groans rise from me as you drag my limp muscled bod off towards the sound of running water and soon we’re at the stream. I’m flipped onto my stomach and I nearly vomit from the shock of the change of position as my broken ribs shift and crunch. And then you grab a fistful of my hair and shove my face into the water. I have little lung capacity inside my crushed rib cage, and only my busted nose to breathe through. In seconds I’m in a panic as I’m under the cold water, and then my body convulses as I start inhaling water through my nose, unable to hold out very long.
Cole_Rogers: I raise your head when you start convulsing, slapping your face with my free hand. "Spit it out tough guy," I order. "Cough it up. I don't think you'd like me doing CPR on you right now."
JockBttm-rp: Because of the gag I can’t spew out the excess water very well, my busted nose the only way in and out. Spurts of water do jet out painfully through my nostrils but I’m still gagging as it’s insufficient for the job.
Cole_Rogers: I sigh, then pull down the gag so you can try and spit up more water. There's no one around for miles anyways. "Spit it out," I say again, calmly, holding your head up above the water. I even give a little bounce of my weight against your chest to apply some painful pressure to your lungs with the broken ribs.
JockBttm-rp: A big spurt of bloody water and throat scum spews out, my throat raw and my entire upper body exploding with pain. I’m coughing and wheezing, each movement of which just zaps me through and through with additional stabbing pains. “Nnghhh… nnnno…no mmm…more…ffffuu,” I stammer hoarsely.
Cole_Rogers: "No more? But I just started, uh...wow, I don't even know your name. Not important." I shove your face back under the water a few seconds, wanting to make sure you're nice and awake. Then I drag you back to the bag and turn you onto your back again, dropping hard onto your chest to keep you in place. "So, you and Ty really like your muscles. For all the good they do you." I pull on the brass knuckles slowly. "Let's destroy them." With no more warning than that I slam a fist hard into your upper arm.
JockBttm-rp: My eyes wide in shock as I sputter more, my head dripping as you pull me out, the front of my wet grey T shirt clinging to my busted up chest. “Ddd… dderr…Derrick,” I blabber, as if it’s important somehow, while you proceed to haul me back to where we started. “Oomph!!” You sit on me again, the pressure near unbearable; I’m about to protest when “GGHAAA!!” your fist with the brass knuckles hammers into my right arm’s bicep, the metal rings smashing deep through the muscle ; the whole arm is wracked with a shockwave of pain.
Cole_Rogers: "Sure, whatever," I say when you give me your name. I hammer my fist into your bicep a few more times, then your tricep, destroying them for now. Then I move on to the other arm, repeating the process to leave your arms a ruined mess. At least I hadn't broken anything besides ribs. Yet. "How long you and Ty been fucking?" I ask once I'm done, looking down at you curiously.
JockBttm-rp: My chin quivers as I gaze up at you with a mix of anger and embarrassment and pain, my arms on fire with pain; I want to reach up my arms and strangle you but even if they weren’t still bound, I doubt that I’d be able to do it after that vicious beating. “Nnngh… none…none of your… business…fucking prick!” I hiss defiantly.
Cole_Rogers: "Wow, you got spirit Derrick," I admit, grinning down at you, perhaps the only emotion I'd show in a while. "I appreciate that. Maybe you aren't a total loss like your boyfriend." I drop the knuckles then before pulling the pocket knife out of your bag. "So then, what was your plan with this, exactly?" I ask, opening it, then glancing down at you.
JockBttm-rp: My face goes pale as I see the Swiss Army knife and I feel a cold chill run up my spine. “Fuck… I… I always have it…it’s always in there,” I say haltingly, terrified that you’re thinking I was going to use it on you somehow… I’d probably think the same if the roles were reversed here. Fuck! I cringe, fearing your response and also just from the unrelenting pains that come with each breath and movement, you’ve been so successful in crushing me.
Cole_Rogers: "Mmmm," I hum out. "Luckily for you, this isn't really my style," I say after a few long seconds, and I close it to toss it back in the bag. "So, Derrick, do you play sports to? Should I lay you up next to your boyfriend so you can both be out of a career together?" I ask, putting my feet on the ground with my knees up so I can put my elbows on them and lean forward a bit to look down at you.
JockBttm-rp: I breathe out a long sigh of relief while wincing as well, looking up at your smug face — I can’t believe this has happened, my perfect plan completely turned on its head, my body already seemingly ruined but now it seems you are ready to dish out even more. I should just meekly answer, saying I’m also on the lacrosse team. But something snaps in my head and instead of just going along and hoping for the best, I lash out in frustration and self-pity, “fuck you, you sick little pig!” I snarl.
Cole_Rogers: "Me sick?" I ask, raising an eyebrow curiously. "You jumped me. Brought weapons. Threatened my family. If I'm sick what are you?" I ask calmly, staring down at you with hard eyes, obviously expecting an answer. "Or do I need to hurt you more, to make you beg to answer me? I can do it, you know."
JockBttm-rp: I’m huffing in shallow rapid breaths under you, pummeled physically and emotionally, but still feeling a surge of bitterness. “It takes fire to fight fire,” I hiss. “You went too far with Tyler,” I add, my voice cracking as the sight of my lover in the hospital flashes through my mind, “and you need to pay!” My final words muffled somewhat by a sudden wincing gasp as one of the lobes of my left lung collapses, another stabbing pain shooting through my chest as a result.
Cole_Rogers: "I went too far? Did he tell you what he did to me? What he threatened to do to my brother?" I ask, actually growling a little, getting annoyed as I remember those threats. "Bet he won't do it again. And you...well, you and I are the same there," I say, taking a breath to calm myself. "We both want to protect someone we care about." I stand off of you then, walking around a little, looking for something.
JockBttm-rp: I lay writhing and gasping in pain, having some more trouble breathing now but also relieved that you’re off me and I’m thinking maybe you’re done, as I wonder how long it may take to heal from this trauma, not paying attention to you as you walk about, absorbed in my own dilemma.
Cole_Rogers: I find what I'm looking for and return moments later. I don't give any warning as I simply raise something over my head in the moonlight, then bring a thick stick down over your stomach with all my strength, doing what you'd done to me at the very beginning when you jumped me.
JockBttm-rp: I have no time to try and flex my core or roll; OOOMPHH!! the branch smashes deep into my sore gut, as I jackknife and spew air and spit. The damn thing feels like it drilled all the way inside to my spine. I’m left gasping like a fish out of water.
Cole_Rogers: "Hurts, right?" I ask, raising the branch and bringing it down on your stomach again. "This is how we started. Only makes sense it's how we end. Unless, of course, you still think I need to pay. In which case, I don't know if you'll survive."
JockBttm-rp: Once was more than enough but then WHAM! you swing it down a second time; I gag and feel the acid taste of vomit as I sputter and gasp in agony, rolling onto my side as I convulse and a smear of bloody slime slides down my chin and onto the ground. I try to speak but only strangled croaking noises come out as I slump on my side, twitching and groaning.
Cole_Rogers: "Hey, I asked you a question," I say, the ease from before leaving my voice, becoming expressionless again. "I expect an answer." I try and use a foot to force you onto your back again, the branch in one hand at my side, the threat of me using it again very real. "So? Are we done? I'd think by now you'd realize what I've been saying. It sucks to have someone you care about get hurt by someone else, and you want to take revenge. I did it for my brother. You tried for your boyfriend. We can call it even now, or we can see what the animals think of you tied up and knocked out."
JockBttm-rp: I roll onto my back, my face and body completely unrecognizable from how this day started - nose broken, busted ribs, perhaps a fractured humerus, collapsed lung, other internal damage of unknown extent… my eyes try to focus on you as I drift back and forth from the edge of consciousness, my lips moving but only hoarse whispers coming out: “Nnghh… ddd…duhh….done…done,” I stammer weakly.
Cole_Rogers: "Good. Now listen to me," I say, throwing the branch away before crouching next to your face. "You were jumped and dragged somewhere by the same guys that got your boyfriend, understand? If you say anything else, I'll kill you and your boyfriend. If I don't, then my dad definitely will. Lucky for you, they're going to leave you somewhere to be found." I grab your phone out of your bag then and go to the contacts, finding Ty's number and hitting the call button before putting it up to my ear.
JockBttm-rp: Your words are simultaneously a relief and a source of utter terror. I nod in agreement, eager for this ordeal to be over and to get the medical attention I obviously need, though there’s still a piece of me that chafes and rebels at the idea that you will get away with this double beat down of Ty and me.
Cole_Rogers: The phone starts to ring and I glance down at you. "Hope your boyfriend answers, or I might just have to leave you out here," I say, sighing softly. "Anything else would be too much trouble."
JockBttm-rp: (Tyler, in the hospital): I’m finally getting discharged the day after tomorrow, able to finally do some basic things for myself and out of danger physically. I see a call coming through from Derrick… damn, I’ve missed being with him so much! I eagerly answer, “Babe! What’s up? Was just thinking about you!”
Cole_Rogers: "Your boyfriend jumped me," I say into the phone when you answer. And that's it, a simple statement as I wait to hear your response, even just at hearing my voice on your boyfriend's phone.
JockBttm-rp: A cold chill runs down my spine and my breath catches. No. Hell no! It can’t be! I’m silent for a moment. “Ba..ummm…wha… what have…what have you done?” I say softly, my voice nearly breaking.
Cole_Rogers: "I taught him how stupid it an idea it was." I reply. I glance down at Derrick. I'm silent for a few seconds, then continue. "You feel that? That fear? The terror, of someone you care about being hurt and you can't do anything about it? That's how I felt when you hurt my brother. Then threatened him. Even your boyfriend threatened him. You should be grateful I'm willing to let him go, since he's the one that jumped me."
JockBttm-rp: Holy shit. I close my eyes and clench my jaw. Why would Derrick risk that?? If anything bad has happened to him… but who am I kidding? He must be pretty fucked up if Cole is on his phone and telling me all this. I take a deep breath and try to stay calm. “Please…he just…I had no idea… just…let him go…this …this is too much.”
Cole_Rogers: "Not until I know you understand how I feel, when you threatened my brother." I say simply, then really to drive the point home I put a foot on Derrick's ribs and push down, just slightly, but more than enough.
JockBttm-rp: I hear a blood curdling scream of pain in the background and my hand squeezes the phone so tight it slips against my palm and I nearly lose the call. “OKAY!! STOP ALREADY, YOU FUCK!” I yell, completely losing it, my heart pounding. A nurse pokes her head into the room, “Everything good here?” I nod, biting my lip, then finally reply to you, my voice a mix of fear and rage, “I understand…I understand…just stop hurting him!”
Cole_Rogers: "Good. Get dressed. Go for a walk. I'll call you again soon." I hang up and pocket the phone, then look down at Derrick. I could continue to be ruthless. Part of me wanted to be. But Derrick was a lot like me, in wanting revenge for what someone had done to a loved one. I grab your bag and put the strap over my shoulder, then lean down. "Don't resist. This is going to hurt regardless." I say, then reach down to scoop you up in my arms like I was carrying someone to bed before heading back to the car.
JockBttm-rp: I am wracked with new pains as you lift me in your arms, the broken ribs shifting in agonizing ways; after several steps I’m limp and unconscious in your arms, as we get to the car in the moonlight. Meanwhile, Ty gets a robe and swings his legs out of the hospital bed, stuffs his phone in his pocket and grabs some crutches, heading out to the hallway to await the next call.
Cole_Rogers: I lay Derrick in the back seat of my car, then start driving. The hospital isn't far, luckily, and we get there soon. I pull up to a spot out any lights and pull him out of my car to lay him on the sidewalk in the dark, unmonitored area. Then I call again. "Come outside the emergency doors. Go left. A hundred feet." I tell Ty. "You're lucky the guys that jumped you decided to drop him off." I get in my car and drive a short distance away to watch and wait to make sure Ty finds Derrick.
JockBttm-rp: (Tyler) I grunt a reply and then head out, reassuring the security guard that it’s just a stroll for some fresh air. I make my way to the spot and see a figure laying on the sidewalk… Derrick! And fuck, he’s in rough shape; I feel the tears welling in my eyes as I look around but don’t see anyone else; I hobble back to the ER entrance - “Quick! There’s someone out here needing help!” Soon several staff come out and I show them where he is. I’m trembling all over.
Cole_Rogers: I call your phone as I see you call for help, satisfied that Derrick will get the assistance he needs, even if his recovery will be equally as painful as yours. I just have to see what you have to say now, to know if I need to worry any further.
JockBttm-rp: I answer, struggling to keep my composure as Derrick is rushed into the ER. “It’s done… he’s getting help.” I’m then silent for a moment, unwilling to say it but finally blurting it out, “Thanks.” It literally hurts inside to say it, but knowing what could have happened, it’s a genuine emotion; I’m grateful you didn’t go further in hurting him.
Cole_Rogers: "You're welcome," I say with dead calm. Then, "No more, Tyler. If anyone else comes after me or my family from this, I'll make sure all others realize it's a death sentence." I hang up the phone, then snap it in half and toss it into the backseat to get rid of the evidence later.
JockBttm-rp: I follow the staff inside, relieved but also concerned for my boyfriend, praying that all will be well, as deep inside I curse you while also acknowledging that this could have been an even more tragic evening.
Published: 2025-11-29, viewed 150 times.
Freaker
2025-11-30 09:39Well, let me tell you, this saga is a wild ride!
Derrick thought he had it all planned out, but Cole turned the tables and showed him who's boss. It's like they say, "Revenge is a dish best served cold," but sometimes it just ends up burning you in the end. Derrick learned the hard way that revenge isn't always the best way to solve a problem. It's like trying to put out a fire with gasoline—it just makes things worse. Next time, maybe he should try talking it out over a beer instead of beating someone up. But hey, at least it made for a great story we are happy to add to the others in THE HIGH TABLE
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Apollo Dante
2025-11-30 23:44(In reply to this)
Freaker your comments on behalf of your great fed High Table are always such a great read ..and for sure Cole and Ty and Derrick were much appreciated. The rivalry gets more and more intense especially as this involved Derrick which means the action just gets HOTTER and HOTTER…this was such a totally enjoyable read from start to finish…and for sure this is far from over! Hope we see more soon….thanks for sharing this here!
JockBttm-rp
2025-11-30 15:26(In reply to this)
Thanks for the positive feedback - as usual, great comments!