Keep forcing him

“Three… Two... One...“

“Ooof!” Korak gasped out in pain as Tommy’s fist pounded into his already red and tender abs.

“Three… Two... One...“

“Agh!” The jungle boy grunted as his smaller opponent’s fist stuck again, this time into the inside of his left thigh. His head rolled back as he panted for breath, exhausted from the beating the slim twink had been giving him for… Korak wasn’t sure how long this had been going on now, but it was too long. Tommy was fast and agile and sneaky, running Korak ragged in the fight’s first minutes, leaving him **** to a number of joint locks and stretches.

Now Tommy had Korak laid out on his back, Tommy on his side next to him, legs wrapped around Korak’s right leg, left arm around Korak’s shoulders, stretching the muscular Korak out while pounding him with his right fist.

“Three… Two... One...“

Korak screamed silently as he took another hit to the centre of his pulverised stomach. Tommy had total control of him, highlighted by the slow, unwavering count before each blow. Korak knew exactly when each hit was coming. But he didn’t know where it would land. Abs, biceps, pecs, thighs… all targeted randomly, over and over again.

“Three… Two... One...“

Tommy’s hand came down on Korak’s chest, but rather than a fist, his fingers dug in hard around Korak’s left nipple before twisting viciously. Korak’s head shook from side to side, sweat flying, as he moaned in pain.

“Three… Two... One...“

A punch to the ribs.

“Three… Two... One...“

A punch to the thigh.

“Three… Two... One...“

A punch in the arm.

“Three… Two... One...“

A punch in the chest.

Korak was ready to submit, but he knew it was pointless. The thin boy would stop when he was ready to, and not a moment before. Korak looked up as Tommy impassively scanned up and down the ape man’s sweaty torso, selecting his next target, and whimpered as Tommy’s mouth parted to begin the next count. Where next?

“Three… Two... One...“

Tommy’s target was Korak’s abs once more, but this time rather than a fist, the skinny fighter brought his elbow down hard into the Jungle prince’s gut, the battered abs easily giving way. Korak didn’t even have the energy to struggle anymore, lying helplessly like a side of beef being tenderised by an impassive butcher. Korak couldn’t take any more of this. Please, no more! Anything but this! Not again!

“Three… Two... One...“

Tommy found a new target, his balled fist crashing into Korak’s bulge. He didn’t pull back, instead grinding the muscle boy’s balls against his body. Korak cried out pathetically, feet kicking out, tears in his eyes.

After what felt like minutes, the **** stopped. Tommy released his hold and sat up next to his beaten foe. As Korak lay panting and groaning in a puddle of his own sweat, he could only wonder how he’d been so brutally squashed by an opponent so much smaller and weaker.

But it was over now. No more countdown. Korak closed his eyes, trying to summon the strength to resist. Or at least maintain some dignity in whatever endgame Tommy had planned.

He barely had time to open his eyes after feeling the first brush against his bulge before Tommy’s fingers clamped vice tight around his balls. Tommy’s small, cruel smile was the last thing Korak saw before the pain overcame him and the world faded out.