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14:36 AgentDerekSteel: I turn down the alley at the end of the street, then make my way to a low door under a single flickering light. The door is bracketed by two heavies. I nod, and show them my pass, they wave me through.
14:37 AgentDerekSteel: I make my way through the warehouse, noting the heavy Mafia presence. I made my way towards the center of the space, to the ring of cars and disused heavy construction equipment.
14:37 AgentDerekSteel: The fighting would take place in the center of that impromptu ring.
14:43 AgentDerekSteel: I was here to do a little job for the Syndicate. I was their expert when it came to accomplishing goals through the selective use of violent force. They wanted me to scout the UK underground fighting championship and potentially recruit some promising fighters.
14:45 AgentDerekSteel: They usually contracted heavy assignments to me and my team, but they wanted some of their own muscled working direct for them. That was fine by me. They trusted my judgement, they knew I'd only approach suitable candidates.
14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I walked over to one of the fighter's camps, Richard Douchon. He was the current and defending UK Underground Fighting Champion. He was a tough mother fucker. Weighing in at 211lbs, standing 6' even.
14:47 AgentDerekSteel: I watched as did some last minute warm up routines with his corner men.
14:48 AgentDerekSteel: He moved fast, he hit hard, and he loved to hurt. All good qualifications in my book. He was a former Royal Marine, which lined up with my own background, though it wasn't really a factor. However, his dismissal from the Royal Marines was a factor in my book.
14:48 AgentDerekSteel: Expelled for excessive violence. Apparently, he killed one of his fellow trainees. Brutal. Simply caved the man's face in during what was meant to be a practice session. He was quietly dismissed after that.
14:49 AgentDerekSteel: Excessive violence in the Royal Marines. Ironic. I liked this man.
14:49 AgentDerekSteel: But I wanted to see how he handled the newcomer, Brad Sterling. That one was a bit of a dark horse to be sure.
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14:50 AgentDerekSteel: [Richard Douchon]
15:08 AgentBradSterling: My bosses back in Philly had put this fight together for me after I had been vibrating about wanting to fight better competition. While I had been a faithful servant for the past few years performing a variety of jobs and missions for them, the ability to go against great fighters didn’t always come to pass on those missions. And when they did, I had disposed of them as was needed by my bosses…I was hungry and wanted more. And after putting underground fighters from New York and Miami in the ER, I was itching for more.
15:08 AgentBradSterling: It just so happened that Douchon, while being the underground champion for the UK also happened to work for some rich men in the UK that my bosses were not too friendly with. I had heard about him, his dishonorable removal for violence and it suited me perfect. He was willing to take on a fight to the finish and taking the Brit out would be a big statement victory.
15:08 AgentBradSterling: The doors to the warehouse opened and my SUV pulled in with my boss and small entourage. Walking into the hornets nest just the 5 of us. Standing at 5’11 198 pounds, I’d been training for years and honing my craft for fights like this. The rich mafia members from many different cities throughout the UK had gathered as I opened the door to the truck and got out, wearing a red and white MMA shirt that hugged my muscled body and a pair of blue vale tudo shorts with white and red highlights, barefoot already.
15:13 AgentDerekSteel: I turned my head when I saw an SUV drive up through the big warehouse doors. A very American entrance, flashy. I grinned. I'd worked with the US Mafia on more than one occasion, and had heard rumors about Brad. I preferred not to trust in rumors however.
15:18 AgentDerekSteel: I walked casually over to the SUV as it pulled to a stop. Four big, burly Americans piled out, followed by Brad. The other Americans made a circle for Brad to exit into. I walked up towards one of the Americans, who moved to block my path. I removed my shades, and hooked them on my belt. I was wearing my trademark heavy black boots, black jeans, and a tight muscle hugging black shirt. I openly carried a pistol and a knife on a belt around my waist, the organizers allowed me to stay armed. I looked at the American. "Derek." I said. "Derek Steel. I'm sure you've heard of me. Can have a word with your man Brad? I have a potential business proposition for him." The American had heard of me, and looked wary, but waved me through the circle.
15:18 AgentDerekSteel: I approached Brad, and extended my hand for a shake. "Brad. Brad Sterling. I'm Derek Steel. Your reputation has proceeded you."
15:23 AgentBradSterling: I look at you, noticing your muscled frame, how your black shirt hugs your tight chest. I had heard of you. The underground world was a small place and Syndicate was a dark corner of that small place. Not one I had been exposed to and one that even my bosses steered clear of. But one that always intrigued me. I take your hand and shake it. “As does yours,” I reply cooly. “Here to support your countryman?” I ask with a slight smirk, knowing more from your accent than anything else that you are from here.
15:27 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle. I give you a firm, professional shake. I respond to you, "In my line of work, you learn to put patriotism far behind you. I've killed more Brits than any other nationality. I've come here tonight to observe the championship fight. Word is your prospects are good. If, after this fight is over, you are still capable of conversing, I might have a business proposition to discuss. Interested?"
15:35 AgentBradSterling: “I’m going to add another Brit to the list of dead men then,” I say, cracking my knuckles. “It never hurts to listen. The Syndicate is a powerful and interesting organization. Just know if you want a piece of me, you’re going to have to put a lot out there to get it.” I say, reading between the lines and being very upfront about it.
15:37 AgentDerekSteel: I shrug. "Naturally. If you survive tonight, you will have earned it. The Syndicate has very deep pockets, and they are incredibly loyal to their men. They keep trying to recruit me, but I work for no one but myself. Trust me, if I recommend you to them, they will pay you what you ask."
15:41 AgentBradSterling: “I thrive in environments like this. Douchon is dead on arrival,” I respond confidently. “I may be young but the only man in this building that can touch me might be you. Maybe someday - for fun,” I say with a smirk. “I’ll see you on the other side and we can talk business.”
15:43 AgentDerekSteel: I nod, smiling. I turn to go, and speak over my shoulder. "Deal. And for the record, I like you Brad. May the best man win." I leave the circle of Americans.
15:51 AgentBradSterling: I watch as Steel turns away, walking toward the fight space as the crowd swarms back around me, asking questions of me like they'd never seen an American before. After a few more minutes, my men start to move me through the crowd toward the fight space and about to get my first view of Douchon in the flesh.
16:06 RichardDouchon: I'm shadow boxing with my sparring partners. The current ones are all pretty new. I tend to burn them up at a pretty quick rate. It's their fault. They need to man up. BAM BAM BAM. I fire off a quick combo. Best thing that ever happened to me was getting dumped from the Royal Marines. They were pussies, couldn't handle the consequences of a real fight.
16:07 RichardDouchon: The last champ found that out the hard way as well. I left him dead, his neck snapped in the middle of this very ring. And this fucking snobbed up Yank is gonna end up in exactly the same position.
16:09 RichardDouchon: My coach steps up to me, tells me that it's time for the fight. I'm wearing my trademark solid black compression fight trunks, barefoot. And that's it. No other gear. Not needed.
16:12 RichardDouchon: As I walk towards the ring to kill this fucking Yank bastard, I notice the bookies circulating through the crowd, taking bets. I'll be winning some lucky bastards a wad of cash tonight, no question.
16:13 RichardDouchon: The ref is waiting in the center of the ring of cars and old broken construction equipment. He's called the ref, but he's really just the dude who starts the fight. There are no rules once the fight starts, except to win.
16:14 RichardDouchon: I turn, and my eyes narrow as I see the fucking bastard I get to kill tonight walking towards the fight ring.
13:51 AgentBradSterling: The crowd clears around me letting me make my way to the fight area, seeing first the useless ref and then looking across to see Richard. His shirtless body is as ripped as I remember seeing in the film I studyed of him before coming over here. Our eyes locked on each other and the threats started flying silently. I was going to break him in front of his home crowd and my eyes sent bullets at him making sure he knew that.
13:51 AgentBradSterling: I reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head, exposing my muscled pec shelf, body tats and thick chisled pecs. I hand my shirt over to one of my boys and then step out into the cleared space slowly. The crowd started to boo and jeer but my focus was entirely on the ref and Richard. Cash kept being exchanged as out of the corner of my eye behind Richard I see Derek Stone watching, arms folded in front of him.
13:51 AgentBradSterling: Slowly I come to a stop sizing Richard up from several feet away, the ref in between us, examining his body for weakness and mentally preparing for what was to come.
17:07 RichardDouchon: I bounce on the balls of my feet, my eyes dissecting this cocky Yank. I take a close look at Brad as he walks over, checking him out as he makes his way to the ring. He catches my eye, and the look we exchange is equally packed with alpha challenge and power, neither intimidating the other.
15:12 RichardDouchon: This is my home crowd, and I raise my arms turning to acknowledge the cheers. I plan on making a lot of people very rich tonight after my successful championship defense. I give Brad a very close scrutiny, examining his posture, his body, looking for any weakness, and planning out which part of him I will break first.
15:26 AgentBradSterling: I step in only a couple of paces away from Richard, seeing him boast for the crowd, smirking, knowing that I would do the same if I were on my own turf. But I’m not so I keep the focus on his epic body, I see his manhood outlined against his tight black shorts, sizing it up for a second, knowing he possess proper alpha equipment as I adjust my own, also visible and running down my left thigh. “You’re going to die today Douchon,” I say over the crowd, just a few feet between us as the ref scans us both, making sure we are ready.
15:32 RichardDouchon: Fired up and ready to unleash some destruction, stretching and tensing my muscle in turn, savage power rippling up and down my tightly packed, battle-ready fight muscle. I nod at the ref, sneering at you, "We'll send your body home in a bag, you fucking yank."
15:37 AgentBradSterling: "You're going to beg for death, cunt. Just like all you pussy Brits," The ref nods back at me as i nod at him, stepping back now and spreading my arms out. "Come at me, it's time to for you to die," i shout as the ref backs out and a loud bell sounds indicating the start of the fight.
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15:45 RichardDouchon: I move out, slicing across the dirty floor of the warehouse in the ring of cars and old construction equipment. I press you tight and hard, firing off a quick double jab straight towards the middle of your face, then snapping my leg out, coiled with power and fury, looking to tag you hard in the side of your righthand ribs.
15:59 AgentBradSterling: I watch you come at me quickly, closing the gap but don’t give any ground, my arms dropping like lightening and into a loose guard as we circle a bit. Your jabs come in quickly as I use my hands to bat them down and dodge the second. The kick comes up and snakes in under my guard, snapping into my hardened abs as I counter with the same kick, a mirror toward his body, looking to snake it in under his arm. Then I step in with a left jab toward his right eye, pulling it at the last minute as a feign and instead firing a right hook up into his body, working the same spot as the kick before stepping back.
16:06 RichardDouchon: My kick snaps into Brad's abs, making solid contact, and my hard muscle starts to move forward when he mirrors the kick. FUCKKKKKKkkk.. sinks into my right side, under my arm, this American is fast. Some dull pain spreading out from the contact. Watching out for your speed, I have my guard up and tight, ready to block the jab, when it never materializes instead a right hook savages my right side, compounding the damage from the kick. A brief look of pain flashes across my face, and I fight down a sense of rage at allowing Brad to tag me twice.
16:13 RichardDouchon: I slice around to the right, then move forward, ignoring the ache in my side, launching a powerful right hook towards Brad's right side. Then, attempting to anticipate him moving left to avoid it, snap my left leg up with a surge of power, to deliver a high front snap kick, looking to smash under Brad's guard and tag him solidly under the chin.
16:29 AgentBradSterling: I feel my kick and fist hit your body and am surprised I was able to pull it off on you but pleased. Stepping back and circling, I anticipate the right hook as I step to the side. Your kick comes up and connects solidly across my jaw, spit flying from my mouth as I stagger back and to the side, my back coming up against an SUV as the crowd cheers solidly for your connection. I smirk, a good shot as I shake it off, continuing to circle and stay away from being pinned. I plant my foot suddenly and move straight at you, sending a right jab toward your nose and then following with a left uppercut looking to snake into your guard and pop you under your chin.
17:14 RichardDouchon: My guard is solid, and your jab is stuffed against my forearm. I back off naturally as the uppercut takes aim at my jaw, and launch a quick front kick towards your strong ridged abs to blast you back and make a bit of distance.
03:33 AgentBradSterling: You stuff my jab and fire the kick toward my body as my uppercut comes up short, my body open for the punishment as your pounded into my body and put some distance. I feel my back hit the truck behind me and bounce off it a bit, picking my leg up and pressing my foot into the fender and flying forward toward Richard with a big right hand toward his left eye.
14:09 RichardDouchon: I feel my foot punish your body, sinking into your abs nice and tight. Feels fucking good to hurt this bitch. I move forward, fist cocked to slam you, when... FUCKKKKKKKKKk you launch yourself at me, driving your big right into my eye. Caught me totally off guard!!! My head snaps back, and my eye starts to swell almost immediately. I stagger back, that fucking hurt, my guard snapping up to protect me.
14:22 AgentBradSterling: The momentum shifts you backward and as you bring your guard up I growl and charge into you, looking to spear you in your chiseled abs with my shoulder and pick you up to drive you back first into the truck grill and hood on the opposite side of the fight space as the crowd roars around us.
14:34 RichardDouchon: I'm focused on protecting my head, still dazed, and don't manage to stop your spear which drives full force into my hard abs. The flex holds, but then you beast mode on me, picking me up and driving me back first into the truck grill. There is a savage burning pain erupting from my spine at the point of impact, and my muscle convulses... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... I reach up with one hand, on instinct almost, push your forehead back, and drive my right fist into your jaw to get you to release me.
16:02 AgentBradSterling: I feel your body slam into the grill, hearing the truck bending and breaking under your body and mine as you take the punishment. I release your body and start to stand up as you tag a right fist straight into my jaw, spit and sweat flying from my face as it snaps to the side, staggering me back a step. I bring my hands up and move back in on you, not wanting to let you off the truck, sweat starting to coat my muscled torso. I send a left jab toward your head, looking to pull your guard and then fire a hard right hook toward your jaw, grunting with the power behind it.
16:12 RichardDouchon: My guard is good though, even when I'm trapped up against the grill of a truck and feeling battered. I feel my fist smash your jaw, backing you off, gives me time to get my guard up nice and tight, I block the left jab, but my guard stays honed, and the hard right hook is likewise blocked. I plant my foot on the grill, drop low, and shove off that grill, looking to drive my shoulder hard into your abs, and take you down to the ground.
16:55 AgentBradSterling: Richard’s guard eats my jab and hook, standing strong against my aggressive onslaught. I catch a glimpse of his leg moving up onto the bumper and as he launches off, I turn my body and grab his shoulder and hair, looking to treat you like a bull to a matador as I send Richard toward the middle of the fight space, back to me. I am able to keep my feet turning to face Richard pivoting and send my right leg up high in a kick toward his head.
16:58 RichardDouchon: I feel myself surging forward, only to find you are too fucking fast for me!! You slide your muscled body out of the way of my spear attempt, grab my hair and shoulder, and heave me toward the middle of the fight space, then suddenly, BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I eat a huge kick right in my head. I'm seeing stars.... and I'm on my back... looking up at the ceiling, the roar of the crowd a low murmur in my shell shocked head.
13:32 AgentBradSterling: I move as quickly as i can, using my speed advantage to pounce as you lay on your back on the concrete. I pounce forward, the crowd a bit stunned as i rock their champion early. I move toward your side and try another kick toward your ribs, sending my muscled leg toward your abs, my cock hardening even more in my undergear at the sight of you down so early
17:19 RichardDouchon: I groan, starting to stir. My head is fucking pounding inside my skull. But I didn't get to be champion by laying down on the job. I catch you coming towards me out of the corner of my eye, I dig deep down, concentrate past the pain, and twist my body, kicking out my foot, looking to blast you in your knee just as you pull back your other foot to kick me in the ribs.
17:35 AgentBradSterling: As i approach on you, you turn on the ground enough to bring your leg out and swipe at my plant leg, slamming it into my knee and taking my leg out from under me, causing me to fall to my ass as i grimace in pain on the landing, pain in my leg and my body. i roll away from you defensively, then work my way back to my feet, not wanting to risk a ground battle where i've got more control against your bigger body
15:12 RichardDouchon: You've shown me how fucking tough you are, and I've taken some heavy blows already to my head, my eye is swelling up, and my head is still ringing from the savage kick that downed me. I can't afford caution.. I dig down, and kip up as you roll away, springing forward, powered by a surge of adreniline, leaping, looking to tag your face with a flying knee as you work your way up to your feet.
15:20 AgentBradSterling: I just get to my feet as you come surging in on me with the flying knee, tagging me across the head, blood spattering from my nose as my body slams into the truck grill next to me, my back arching over the hood, dazing me a bit as you show why you are the underground champion. I bring my leg up trying to protect you from getting too far in on me, driving it toward the center of your chisled abs and looking to push you back and give me some room.
15:26 RichardDouchon: Crowd erupts, showing their support for the hometown Champ. My confidence is returning, my cock starts to get hard, the sight of your hot, cut muscle bleeding and bashed into the truck grill sends a thrill through me. You ward me off with your leg, and I stay just out of range, then suddenly lower my hand to swipe your leg aside, lift my foot, and look to smash it into your knee as you are leaning up against the grill.
15:36 AgentBradSterling: As you come at me, throwing my leg to the side my body shifts and your kick just grazes my knee, hitting the truck fender behind it more than my knee. I step into you, aa low guttural growl escaping my lips as I send my right arm up with an uppercut toward your chin looking to rock you, then firing a left hook toward your liver, blood dripping down from my nose onto my chest.
15:40 RichardDouchon: My foot slams into the grill, only grazing the side of your knee. My fists are up in a tight guard, and your uppercut is properly stuffed, but I'm so focused on protecting my head, your liver shot sinks in deep and brutal... A ripple of destruction heading out from the point of impact as I stagger back, fighting not to double up, keeping my guard up, desperate not to let you know how much that fucking hurt.
15:47 AgentBradSterling: I feel my fist punish Richard’s body, sinking in on the targeted liver shot. As Richard stagger back, I bring my right leg up and send it toward Richard’s ribs on the other side, looking to work the other side of his ripped core, my dick hardening in my undergear, the outline clear. I move in, hands up and throw a jab straight down the middle toward Richard’s nose.
15:52 RichardDouchon: Hurting, reflexes are shaken, fighting not to drop to my knees from that liver shot, got to make space. You come in hard with your right kick towards my ribs, and I instinctively know if I don't protect my core, it could be game over. I bring my knee up and my elbow down, shielding my ribs. The impact staggers me, but before I can get my guard reformed, your jab smashes home, into my nose, sending out a little spray of blood and rocking my head back, staggering me further. Needing space, I snap my foot up in a low side kick, looking to bash in the side of your knee.
16:02 AgentBradSterling: You stagger back from the jab, working you across the fight area as you are staying defensive, giving me more time to prepare too for your counter as you go for the side kick to my knee. I left my leg up and check your kick into my shin, the sting reverberating through my leg but better than my knee. I stay aggressive, looking to continue backing you up toward the truck on the other side of the fight area, pulling a left jab toward your face just in time then going for a right hook to your ribs, continuing to work your core, stepping into you more, sending a heaadbutt toward your nose
14:00 RichardDouchon: You check my kick, and keep coming at me, my guard is up to stop that jab, but you pull it, and before I can react you fucking smash my ribs with a savage right hook, caving my side in. I let out a groan of agony, on top of the liver shot, I'm really struggling. Holding my core, I can't stop the headbutt to my nose, and a spray of blood explodes out. I'm seeing double, but have to attack. I stagger forward, throwing a double jab at your face, followed by a hook to your ribs.
14:16 AgentBradSterling: I punish you, seeing the blood flow and feeling more dominant in the moment. "That hurt didn't it Douchon?" I taunt, keeping my hands up and stuff your first jab. I sidestep the second and grab your wrist, pulling you toward me and using my right arm to pound a fist toward your left eye. Then i bring my left knee up toward your abs, twisting my hips as i pound it up toward your body.
19:59 RichardDouchon: My timing is so off that my attack is fucking weak, and you grab my hook in midair, pull me towards you, and slam your fist into my left eye. ARGHHHHHh... Already swollen from taking a hit earlier in the fight, your fist opens a savage cut and blood starts pouring into my eye, I groan in pain, but then your knee smashes into my body. I feel a rib break under the impact, a sickening supernova of pain and destruction erupting from your knee, tearing my fucking tough core to shreds, folding up over your knee, collapsing like a puppet with his strings cut. I'm on my knees, holding my ribs, trying to find some way to get back in this fight. Not gonna quit. I can still win this.
04:48 AgentBradSterling: I unload into Richard as he drops to the ground, folding over my knee and landing on his knees. As he grabs his ribs, I grab his hair and control it in my left hand and bring my left knee up toward his jaw, once, then twice, looking to punish the UK champ.
04:56 RichardDouchon: I'm holding my ribs, the sound of the shocked cries coming from the crowd fading into the background. My breathing is coming gasps now, but I can't stay on my knees. Gotta win this. Gotta get up. There is a savage crunch as your knee smashes into my jaw. My vision goes white...blood is pouring out of my mouth. Then, CRACKKKKKKKkk another knee smashes into my jaw, and I feel the bone break. My entire body shudders from head to toe. I can only see out of my right eye, starting to lose control of my body, so much pain. But I gargle in my throat, "FUCK YOU YANK" And somehow, reach my arm up, and grab your crotch, pouring everything I have into trying to twist and rip your nuts off.
05:04 AgentBradSterling: Richaed looks a mess, bloody and bruised as I've punished him most of the fight. He shows some resistance as he reaches out and grabs my manhood. As he does, I grab his wrist, twisting it hard, trying to force his hand off and open to drop my nuts, my bicep and forearm peaking as veins pop from it, using my powerful arms to bend him. I hold him in place, looking down on him. "Just another beta," i say disappointingly as i slide my left hand off his head and drive my thumb into his eye, squeezing it hard as i look to pop it, looking to penetrate the nail and then finger inside him as my dick grows rock hard in my fight shorts.
14:32 RichardDouchon: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. I scream as you grab my wrist, twist it hard, forcing me to release your nuts, then drive your thumb into my eye, popping the eyeball, blinding me instantly. My hands weakly grab your wrist, as blood pours out of my ruined eye, my body starting to savagely convulse. My dick goes limp as I feel myself utterly dominated.
14:37 AgentBradSterling: My arm and hand shake as it ravages your eye. I roar for the stunned crowd, their champion being decimated in front of them, before looking down on you convulsing and then bring my right knee up to tag Richard across the jaw.
14:44 RichardDouchon: In a state of agony and pain, my ruined eye throbbing with mind destroying pain, unable to figure out how I got here... how... Then, CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk... lights go out and I drop limp, knocked out, shuddering, my jaw jacked from that knee.
14:49 AgentBradSterling: The force of the knee drives my haand out of Richard's eye but i grab his hair on the whiplash and hold him up so he doesn't fall over. The crowd is stunned in disbelief but I see Steel watching and he is not at all surprised. I look back at Richard and lean down, grabbing the UK champion's undergear and pulling hard, looking to rip it off his body. Then I grab him by his dangling balls and pick him up, hoisting him up over my head with a grunt, sweat running down my body as i walk over toward one of the sedans and then toss hiim back first into the windshield of the car.
14:51 RichardDouchon: Maimed, broken, slammed powerfully into the windscreen of the car, shattering the safety glass, lacerating my already broken, beaten body. The crowd making sounds of disgust at the sight of my gouged out eye. I'm knocked out cold, and on the way out.
14:55 AgentBradSterling: I get a few boos from the crowd but it just makes me smile as i slowly pull down my fight shorts, my cock rising to the occasion as i climb up onto the hood, grabbing Richard's legs and opening them wide, kneeling down and pulling him into me as i plunge my thick 8.5" into Richard's ass with one violent thrust, going balls deep and holding it there.
15:09 RichardDouchon: I scream suddenly, waking up from one nightmare of pain into another, the violent sensation of my ass getting torn in two sending sending convulsions through my wrecked body. Broken glass digging into my body as I'm getting savagely raped on the hood of the car. Feeling broken, beaten, defeated. By a fucking yank. In so much pain. Bleeding out from my eye.
15:20 AgentBradSterling: I pound Richard's ass, working harder and faster as the car rocks back and forth from the momentum. Severaal minutes going by and at 30 second intervals, firing a punch down into Richard's ribs, looking to keep him worn down as i fuck him wildly, my glutes firing rapidly as i probe for his prostate.
16:18 RichardDouchon: I groan in agony as my ass is pounded savagely. I'm bleeding, and then the shame hits me as your cock drives up against my prostrate, starting to stimulate it, even through my agony. My body knows it's been defeated, and I feel powerless as you take control of everything I once was, even my manhood. Fuck.
16:30 AgentBradSterling: I pound Richard's body, my balls slowly lifting as i get closer to climax inside of Richard. I grab a shard of the broken glass that is next to Richard and slice it down across his left pec, then across his right as i continue to rape the UK champ in front of his audience, getting a quick look over at Derek Steel as he watches as well.
15:11 RichardDouchon: I scream in agony as my thick muscle is sliced up savagely, my pecs ruined, blood streaming down my torso. I clutch the deep cut on my chest, my body shaking and vibrating with each thrust of your cock. How... how the fuck did this Yank take me down. HOW.
15:11 AgentDerekSteel: I look over and see this fight is finished. I nod at Brad. He's ruthless. Sadistic. Skilled. Brutal. He's just what the Syndicate wants.
15:25 AgentBradSterling: I see Steel’s nod of approval and lean my head back, pounding Douchon now into the windshield with each hard thrust, the broken glass continuing to fall into the car. I had expected more fight from the UK champ but was not disappointed, his body nearly flawless and enjoyable to fuck, especially in front of his people. After a few more minutes, my balls start to raise and my cock turns hard as steel as I unload into Richard’s ass, pumping rope after rope of alpha seed into him.
15:40 RichardDouchon: Looking up with one eye, the other a ruined mess. Ashamed. Humiliated. Bleeding out, and bread now like a bitch. Your cock unloading your conquering seed deep up my ass. Not an alpha any longer, just a fucking bitch... Oh fuck... crushed in every way.
15:45 AgentBradSterling: As I finish plowing Richard, the car slowly stops shaking as the crowd starts to quiet, unsure what I will do as I pull out of Richard’s body and slide down the hood of the car, back to the floor of the warehouse. I breath heavily and reach over the hood and grab Richard’s legs, pulling him down the hood of the car to come back to me. “Didn’t think I forgot you, did you?” I ask with a smirk, as his arms fell down over my quads as I leaned into the grill, keeping him dangling off the ground. I slowly put my hands on his head, running my hair through his head, closing my eyes for a few seconds as I take in the moment. Then I violently open them and turn his head with tremendous force, looking to snap his neck.
15:49 RichardDouchon: I lay there, shuddering from time to time, broken, beaten. My powerful muscle so battle-damaged I can barely move. I stare up with my one good eye, shuddering, then you grab my head. The crowd goes silent. SNAP... everything goes dark.
15:54 AgentBradSterling: Richard’s body spasms and jerks for several seconds and then relaxes and goes still, pinned down against the grill. I look down on him for a few seconds longer, then push off the grill and let his body fall in a heap to the ground. The crowd is quiet, only my contingent really making any noise. I wipe the blood from my face with my forearm but mostly untouched and unhurt after fighting their champion. My cock still rock hard as I look around the room, then slowly walk toward my people and back to my car, the crowd starting to stir as I do, a polite British applause starting to ensue as I get to the edge of the fight space where Derek Steel also happens to be.
15:58 AgentDerekSteel: I stand there as you approach. I'm definetly impressed. I reach out to shake your hand as you move in range. Looking at the sheen of sweat and blood covering your finely built muscle, a true alpha. Incredibly fuckable alpha. Maybe at some point. "Well done Brad. That was a good fight. I knew it was over when you got that liver shot in. That was a brutal blow. Could have killed a lesser man. It goes without saying, that if you want the job, it's yours."
16:09 AgentBradSterling: My walk over is full of confidence as its like I’m walking directly at you. One of my crew puts a towel over my shoulders but the rest of my body is left untouched as you shake my hand. “Thanks. A bit disappointed this is all you boys could bring out as your champion. I imagine there are tougher men in real fighting circles,” I say winking at you. “So what is this job and more importantly, why would I want it?” I ask, grabbing the towel and starting to wipe myself off.
16:30 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle at you as you start to wipe yourself down. You are certainly arrogant, but looking over at Richard's body, clearly with good reason. And you are hot as fuck. Would love to stick my dick up your ass. But business first. "The job is for the Syndicate. They want an Agent to handle their security arrangements. As to why, because they'll pay you a fuckton of money to kill men like him. CIA. MI6. Special Forces. They will also expect you to create and maintain contacts in the underground fighting circuit, since they get a lot of recruits from there. Questions?"
16:42 AgentBradSterling: I look you up and down and as you explain it to me, I am not paying enough attention and thinking more about what it would be like to impale my big dick inside your ripped and muscled body. “Money is good. But like you, I want to fight the best. These underground fights are recruitment grounds but no more. Special Ops officers though…my favorite,” I say, holding onto that for aa second knowing your background from MI6. I finish wiping myself off, standing toe to toe with you. “Those are real men.” I had the towel to my sponsor, but keep holding your gaze. “I assume I’ll have the resources I need, depending on the job. I can do a lot myself, but some situations may require more men and specific equipment. Is there a first target or assignment?”
16:48 AgentDerekSteel: I nod, standing up against you toe to toe, recognizing what you are up to. Wanting to meet me alpha to alpha. Definitely gets a rise out of my dick. "You'll get plenty of chances to fight the best in the world. The Syndicate is... how shall I say this... well funded. You'll have what you need. As for your first assignment, I don't work for the Syndicate directly. I prefer my independence. They are paying me right now to recruit for them, however. Because they trust my judgement."
16:55 AgentBradSterling: I nod, the alpha in both of us permeating the space around us as both of us are feeling and thinking the same thing but both also know there are times and places for everything. “So you’ll be getting a nice little bonus when you sign me on to help them,” I reply with a smile. “Perhaps a kickback should come my way,” I add with a smirk “Unless they have a generous signing bonus.” My sponsor hands me my underwear and I pull them on, adjusting my package and looking back at you. “You can let them know I am interested - the same deal you have though as a contractor with the same payouts. If they are agreeable to that, I will look to hear from them to settle the details of our contract and learn about their first assignment of me.”
17:04 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle, "Nope, I won't get a bonus, because I insist on getting paid up front. And I've done my job, I've made you the offer. I don't deal with the terms of employment. Here." I hand you a business card. "You can talk to them directly and arrange your own terms. You come with my recommendation, and that carries a lot of weight, believe me."
19:28 AgentBradSterling: I take the thick black business card from you. "I appreciate your recommendation. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future. I'd enjoy that." i say with a smirk, extending my hand.
15:24 AgentDerekSteel: I shake your hand, and nod, "I'm certain they will. Most definetly." I turn and leave.

Published: 2020-06-06, viewed 182 times.