Round 2.

I head to the center of the ring and we circle each other again. I keep going over what just happened, trying to avoid the same mistakes. I go for the lock up, but Tibor steps to the side. I turn around and BOOM!!!, Super kick to the face lays me on my back. The beefy Russian sits on my chest, pinning my arms under him and smothers my face in his crotch. The round just started and I am already helpless. It’s now open season on my head as his punching bag. Each blow forcing a jolt through my body. The guys in the gym loving every second of it.

Tibor: just beg me to fuck you soldier, and you can save yourself a lot of pain

He gets off me and parades around the ring. My head rolling around on the mat, I try to get up and fall back over. The gym starts laughing at the fallen Marine. Back up to my hands and knees, I feel Tibor’s balls on my neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and halls my ass up, flipping me over until we are back to back, locking in a hangman stretch. My legs kicking midair while I scream.

Tibor: This is what your boy wants. He wants to watch me break his Daddy.

Scott: Ahhhh!!! LET ME GO!!!!!

Tibor: Tell me what I wanna hear soldier!

Scott: I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!

He lets me go and I hit the mat hard, coughing up whatever might be left if my pride. The men in the gym erupted in a mix of cheer and laughter. A boot to the gut threw me on my back, and a second boot landed me outside the ring.

Christoph was quick to grab me and whip me into the ring post. He lifted me up from behind, my legs wide in the air, and rammed me balls first into the steel corner. Dropped on the concrete, holding my swollen nuts. Christoph’s hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to a stand. One hand crushing my wind pipe, turning my face read from lack of air, his other hand crushes my balls. His lifts me into a gorilla press and tosses me back into the ring.

I land face first onto the canvas and I know the onslaught isn’t over yet. Tibor stands in front of me and starts taunting me to get up. I push up, using his body like a ladder. When my face reaches his trunks, he grabs my head, smothering my face in his crotch.

Tibor: Yeah, get a good wiff of a real man.

Tibor seems impatient and grabs my ears, getting me back to my feet. I stood there swaying back and forth, helplessly watching he take a boxing stance and sends two left jabs, snapping my head back each time. He holds me up by the chin, my legs shaking to keep me up. As if to say goodnight, he gives me a kiss on the lips, smiles, and BOOOOM, right uppercut sends me into the ropes, trapping my arms between the top and middle. I try and break free, but I’m trapped.

Tibor: Mmmm I fucking love watching a helpless soldier. I could do anything I want, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. I could take your trunks and **** you right here right now.

The moment he said it my body started to panic. I pulled at the ropes as hard as I could, but they wouldn’t budge. Tibor took each of my ankles and secured them behind the bottom ropes, making sure I couldn’t move. My breathing was heavy and I gulped hard. If I lose I know what’s at stake, I know my ass is his if he wants it, but I was in no position to stop him.

Tibor: Awe don’t piss your pants soldier, I’m gonna earn that ass of yours. It’s just fun to scare you, so until I get to fuck you, I guess I am gonna have to settle for hurting you.

Tibor clamps onto my pecks with his massive hands and digs in deep. I feel like he’s ripping my chest off my torso. All I can do is scream. Tibor wasn’t beating me, he was breaking me.

Scott: I GIVE!!!! I GIVE!!!

Tibor: Not what I wanna hear soldier.

Scott: PLEASE!!! I QUIT!!!!! I QUIT!!! JUST STOP!!!!!

Tibor: Still not it boy.

He twists his hands, forcing the hold in more. My face wrenched in agony. I don’t know what he wants, I just want it to be over.

Scott: I SUBMIT!!!!!

Tibor: Looks like you still haven’t learned your lesson.

He lets go and I slump forward, my face resting on his hairy, sweaty chest. The hold was over, but I kept whispering my submission over and over, barely managing to **** out my words. I feel his hand massaging my battered chest, then it moves its way down. His hand travels into my trunks, stretching the left leg hole to let my balls fall out.

My conqueror takes a few steps back and lines up his shot. My balls explode as his boot finds its target. My face turned red, unable to even **** out a scream, almost about to throw up. My limbs tug at the ropes, but I am trapped as Tibor sends another kick between my legs. Every nerve in my body is fire from the pain, I didn’t even notice that my dick has gotten rock hard again.

He wraps his palm around my neck, but just to hold my head up. He slowly undoes the ropes on each of my arms and then flop lifelessly to my sides. Tibor bends down and forces his tongue into my mouth. He ends the **** on my mouth and forces me to look back at Peter. I hadn’t realized that I was so close to my own corner.

Tibor: So what do you think boy, has your daddy had enough?

Peter: No Sir.

I can’t believe what I am hearing, I want to say something, but I have no fight left in me.

Tibor: What do you wanna see?

Peter: Milk him dry while he screams.

Tibor: You got it boy.

The man bends me forward and tucks my head between his legs. He grabs onto the ropes, jumps up and spikes my head into the canvas. My legs flop out of the ropes and I lay spread eagle on my back, eyes glazed over, no idea where I am anymore. Tibor walks over between my legs and grabs a hold of my waist band, pulling of my trunks and tossing them to Christoph. My dick slapped against my stomach, my manhood on full display for the crowd.

Tibor grabs my arm and pulls me up, I feel the world shift and before I know it, I am on his shoulders in a **** rack. One hand clamped on my throat, the other wrapped around my dick, jacking me off furiously as he bounces me on his shoulders. I almost instantly tried to submit, but he covered my mouth and kept jacking. Tears were running down my face, knowing the pain would go on until my body betrays me, all the while hearing the crowd chant “Milk that bitch!” over and over again.

Each bounce bends my spine a little more, my balls churning as he uses my precum to lube up each stroke. Somehow my hips start pushing against that big Russian hand, thrusting to match his jerking. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I’m done, my cock shoots rope after rope of cum into the air, covering my chest and my abs. Tibor squeezes my dick until nothing is left, letting my orgasm subside as I hang on his shoulders. He removes his hand from my mouth and I can only whisper:

Scott: I’m done, I’m done, please knock me out.

Tibor: What’s that boy, you want to be KO’ed?

Scott: Yes please, please knock me out

Tibor: Just tell me what I wanna hear.

Scott: I quit.

Tibor: Sorry soldier boy, still not quite right.

For a second I thought it was over, but I was wrong. Tibor cranked the **** rack all over again but this time had his first wrapped around my balls. My limbs shot off in every direction, and the pain was too much. I yelled every submission word I knew and was tapping anywhere I could, but it didn’t stop. He broke my body, my spirit, and then my pride, and with that I knew what Tibor wanted.

Scott: FUCK ME!!!!!! FUCK ME!!!

Tibor: You sure that’s what you want soldier?

Scott: YES!!!! RIP MY ASS OPEN WITH THAT BIG RUSSIAN COCK!!!!

Tibor: WHAT ARE YOU SOLDIER?

Scott: I’M YOUR BITCH!!

Tibor: SAY IT AGAIN!!

Scott: I’M YOUR BITCH!! PLEASE FUCK ME!!!

With that he released the hold and I hit the mat face first, KO’ed instantly, my ass bouncing up and down, giving the crowd a good show.