Hostal Salazar

Shawn Slaughter: I'm walking along the bank of a river, hanging my head low, thinking of what happened to me recently. A guy challenged me to a fight. And it seemed fair at first, like it would be an even match. He looked just like me, my height and my weight, just meaner in the face. But he beat me in a fight, in front of his best friend. It was embarrassing. Once it was obvious to me I had been beaten up I said I wanted to give up but he wouldn't let me give up unless I got on my knees in front of his friend and did his friend a favour. He kept beating on me until I complied. And now all I can think of is I want to defeat another man and make my opponent do that for me. Put another man on his knees, as was done to me.

Ryder Steel: The life of a model is never over, but at least it's at an unusual location this time, this would be my first shoot in a forest, but hopefully the first of many, fantastic back drop in my opinion. My shoot finished about 1hr ago, and since the location was so nice, I thought I'd stay a bit longer, and just go for a walk along the river bank. It's quite, peaceful, and away from the bustle of the city, definitely nice for a change. I've probably walked about a kilometre by now, and decide to start heading back, when I notice you, walking towards me head down, hanging seemingly low.

Shawn Slaughter: I hear a shuffle of some foliage in some bushes I think, I look forward for the sound and I see you walking right toward me, your shirt off like mine is off. I check you out, instinctively looking you over. Instinct telling me that you have a level of courage and strength in you that I can test my own against. I start to feel a shock of a good kind of pain in my chest as my heart starts to be faster. Me imagining myself possibly being strong enough to wear you out, and take ownership of you, as was done to me by my recent opponent.

Ryder Steel: Despite thinking I was going to head back to my car, I decide to not be rude and walk up to you and greet you, I'm exactly dressed to meet someone, I'm currently shirtless, in board shorts and sneakers, I was shirtless in my last shot, and decided to not bother putting my shirt. But yourself isn't wearing a shirt either, so I guess it doesn't matter. I keep walking up to you, the gap between us closing in, I extend my right hand for a handshake and say, "Hey mate, how are yah?"

Shawn Slaughter: I don't take your hand. I instead look you all up and down. Noticing you are bigger than me. But I am pissed off enough about recent events to decide to take you on anyway, deciding that I have enough fierceness in me now to take down a bigger man. I know I have to pull something new out of me if I want to defend myself in case my former opponent comes after me again. I raise two fingers from my right hand and point them close to your forehead. "I'm going to knock you down boy. And I'm going to make you suck my dick before I let you back up." And I take my hands and shove at your chest.

Ryder Steel: My hand fully extended instead of you taking it like I thought you would you look me up and down, as if your sizing me up, wanting to fight or some shit. As I drop my hand, a puzzled slowly beginning to form on my face, then you put two of right hand fingers up pointing them at me, saying you plan on knocking me down, and want me to suck my dick. I'm a bit dumbfounded, and cross my arms over my chest, an amused look on face, and go to say something but am shoved back by you. Now beginning to get a point a annoyed I say. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Shawn Slaughter: I answer the question by looking for an opening, as I see that your arms are crossed I decide that's your stomach, and I tilt slightly to my right, cocking my right fist down, and try to punch you hard with my fist right below your navel.

Ryder Steel: Instead of answering my question you just continue to look my over, before tilting to the side, balling your right fist, I see you do it, but want to prove that I'm not someone to mess with, so I just watch you, with the same look on my face as before. You then launch your targeting my ripped abs, your fist connects, but doesn't do much more other then bounce off my ripped abs. I look down at your fist, and back up at you, same look still on my face. In an instant I uncross my arms, and grab your neck with my right arm, lifting you off your feet, and say, "Listen here, don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I'm going to give you one chance to leave, before I beat your ass"

Shawn Slaughter: I need to beat a guy up. And you are the only one out here. And I thought that my ferocity in my chest would be enough to help me pull it off. But I get surprised when my fist just thuds against a hard wall of muscle at your abs. You act like it didn't even happen to you. And you lift me up off my feet. In response to your threat I'm still to hyped up to be smart enough to accept your offer and just leave. So from where I am with you holding me up by my throat I swing out my left fist trying to crack you under your right eye.

Ryder Steel: Yourself hanging in mid air by my arm, you look like you thinking about my offer, and I continue to just glare at you, tightening my hold on your neck, I'm so focused on you that I don't even see you clench your left fist, I only see it when it's coming towards my face, but by the time I see it's too late to avoid it, it connects with my face, impacting just under my right eye. I drop you immediately, and stumble backwards, blinking my right eye a few times, before glaring back at you. "Alright, you wanna go, fine" I say, clenching my fists, getting them up, but decide to wait for your next move, and not just rush in.

Shawn Slaughter: I smile when I realise the fight is on. I manage to land my punch on you, you let my feet come back to the ground and I see I made you mad enough to fight me. When you pause I rush at you, and try to get away with hitting you on the other side, swinging my right fist out to your left temple.

Ryder Steel: I see a smile on your face, and can't help but smile back. You pause very briefly but soon rush towards me, your right fist clenched, but this time I see you, and right as you throw the punch I catch it spinning you around as I wrap your right arm around your neck, pulling you into me. Myself with the height advantage, I lean down slightly whispering in your left ear, "you don't what you've gotten yourself into". I then ball my left fist and slam it into your temple, before releasing my hold on your right arm.

Shawn Slaughter: You take my right arm away from me when I try to hit you and spin me around and wrap my arm around my own neck. I hear what you say to me and I try to pull away but I am stuck. And then your left fist gets slammed into my left temple as I am facing away from you. It would have toppled my body over. But you had me held still, then you let go of my right arm and I stumble forward away from you. Then turning around to face you I yell out in anger as I rush at you again. Trying to tackle you around your midsection.

Ryder Steel: Right as I let you go, you start stumbling forward, away from me, trying to find your footing. You soon do and turn around, anger in your eyes, you once again rush for me, slamming into my mid section knocking me back first against a tree. "Ahhhh" escapes my lips. Yourself still in a tackle position, I send my right knee into your face, straightening you up, and send this time a hard right hook to your nose.

Shawn Slaughter: It's starting to feel good, but only for a moment, as I manage to tackle you against a tree. I was hoping next to bring my fist back and to start punching you in the stomach over and over again. But something bad happens to me, you bring your right knee up into my face, I am in a daze in my mind as my body gets straightened up by the momentum of your knee. Me hearing a buzzing in my head, I teeter on my feet for a second, and then bam, I get bashed in the nose,. I hear a buzzing sound go off in my head. And I fall on my back.

Ryder Steel: Both moves are pulled off with no interference or resistance from you, my punch to your nose knocks you back, a seemingly very dazed look on your face, before falling straight on your back. I keep on you, and pin your arms above your head, as I school boy pin you, before trapping your arms under my legs, now sitting on your chest, my bulge right in your face, "You should've just left" I say, balling before fists so hard they start to turn white, and crack, in that moment I start beating on your face again.

Shawn Slaughter: I did not get back up fast enough and you get on me, holding me down. I'm trying to get my arms out from under your legs real fast because your fists are coming at me. And I am too late, I am squirming to get my arms free while you are punching me in the face while my head is up against the dirt on the ground. I try to arch my back to buck you off of me.

Ryder Steel: Fist after fist, punch after punch, all connecting and destroying your face, it quickly getting covered in blood. All this time you continue to squirm trying to get your arms free, once realising that's hopeless you arch your back up, and attempt to buck me off, which actually works, I fall forward lightly, before fully getting off you. I get back to my feet pretty quick, and just look at your body, already badly beaten, but I'm no where near finished yet, I grab you by the hair pulling you to your feet, and throw your body over my shoulders, performing a torture rack.

Shawn Slaughter: Oh god, I am in big trouble. While I was on my back getting beaten up I wanted to yell out that I give up. But I couldn't speak because my mouth was getting busted over and over again, I couldn't even think to breathe, I was just yelling out in pain. Then after I manage to get you off of me you get right back on me and take control of my body. Bending me backwards over your shoulders now. As I can taste the blood in my mouth and feel it all over my face. I am stunned in the head from 20 something blows to my face. All the pride is taken out of me. I'm just scared now.

Ryder Steel: Your body over my shoulders, not saying a word, simply whimpering and groaning from the pain and torture already inflicted on you. I get some blood on my hand from your face, but don't let it stop me. I start off slow but soon unleash a massive amount of my power on your back, bending it over my shoulders, your back probably being bent further then ever has in it's life.

Shawn Slaughter: Oww, agghh, aarrhh! No, no, stop, owww, god no, please, let me go. My back starts getting jerked backwards over and over by gravity as you bring me down over and over, me imagining I look like a barbell across your shoulders and you are doing squats for a workout. Using me as a workout dummy. And you do it more and more aggressively until I cannot take the pain. It hurts too much for me to even speak anymore.

Ryder Steel: At first you start yelling, begging me for mercy. "Too late for that" I say in response to you, but as I bend your body further into a pretzel, you stop yelling and begging all together, seemingly in to much pain to do anything. I crank the hold one final time, bending you the furtherest yet, before dropping your body off my shoulders into the shallow nearby river.

Shawn Slaughter: During the last final two times that you stretch my back I go unconscious from the pain, my out of commission body bending back and forth now over your shoulders, during the final jump up and down. as you bend my back in a way that shocks my spine. My defeated body gets thrown through the air, as it should. And falls in the river. I float there. In a river that had a tradition for centuries of having the losers of fights thrown into it. After men would duke it out along the bank of the same river.

Ryder Steel: Your body lands flat in the river, when I first drop you off me, I don't realise your unconscious, but you regain consciousness pretty soon after being dropped in the river, lifting your head above the water surface, trying to get air, all the blood now washed off your face. I walk into the river, not caring that I'm still wearing my sneakers, grab the back of your head, and push your head back under the water.

Shawn Slaughter: Water in my throat wakes me up. And I realise I'm in the water. My body moves to get my face out of the water, I stand up, it is above my waist, I look around, and suddenly my opponent is right there on me again. He still has not given me the benefit of abandonment yet. I'm still alone out here with him, having to suffer for my stupidity. And my head gets taken in your hands and I get pushed down into the water as I start to say , "wait, I give u-----" gurgle sounds of wetness, my head is submerged.

Ryder Steel: With a splash your head is submerged back under the surface of the flowing water, yourself starting to say something, but I don't bother to listen, after several seconds I pull your head out of the water, holding you by your hair, the rest of your body laying in water.

Shawn Slaughter: I gasp for air as you allow my head to come above the water again. My face is hurt and bruised up. I taste blood in my mouth and I just gasp for air. Trying to formulate what to say. I try backing up from you while you have a hold on me. Only allowing my head to be above the water. I see the water running down all the hard muscle on your stomach and in desperation I start swinging left and right fists from underneath the water at your stomach, as I am still being held by you.

Ryder Steel: As soon as your head comes above the water you you start splatting and gasping for air, not talking just breathing hard. My body covered in water droplets, running down my pecs, and over my washboard abs, your hands remain below the water, so I don't see you clench them, I only see when they come out of the water aimed at my abs, your first and second fists connect, but don't do much damage, simply because they've been thrown in desperation, it doesn't take me long to slam your head back into the water for a second time. I just stand there shaking my head, as I hold you under the water again.

Shawn Slaughter: You push me under the water again and I get desperate and think I need a different tactic. I grab at your left leg and try to lift it up while my whole body is under the water. Trying to make you lose your balance.

Ryder Steel: Your head back below the water, I quickly feel your grab my left leg, and start attempting to lift, trying to make me lose my balance, I again rip your head from above the water, and throw your body aside, before you can make me lose my balance. I walk over to you, still in the river, this time yourself laying on your back, floating on the waters surface, I stomp down on your stomach, pushing your entire body below the water surface again for the 4th time, whilst I flex my wet biceps.

Shawn Slaughter: I do not manage to pull your leg up, and instead you pull my head above the water and toss my body away. While I am floating on my back and have not gotten my balance yet I feel suddenly like in animal in a different animals territory. Like a land animal being taken by a water predator. Plunging me down under the water, your foot forcing me down onto the floor of the river. My back against it as I feel the current of the water running over my body. Me reaching my left hand up and tapping your leg lightly to show you that I am trying to tap out, asking for mercy.

Ryder Steel: Your back connects with the bottom of the river, and immediately you start tapping my leg, trying to tell me you give up, a smirk forms on my face, and I keep held under the water for a few more seconds before allowing it to float back to the top. "Ok, here's the deal, you agree to do what I say, or you go back under?" I say

Shawn Slaughter: You take your foot off of me finally, allowing me to come up to the top, I was worried that my dead body would be left to float down the river with all the other dead animals who were killed by their prey out here. So when I am allowed by you to breathe, I don't think of refusing. I nod my head yes. "Okay yes man. I should have known better than to think I could take you. Please don't put me back under."

Ryder Steel: In an instant you starting nodding, and gladly accept, begging to not be put under the water again. "Good, that's what I thought" I say pulling you by the hair out of the river, onto the bank. "Stay on your knees" I say, dropping my trunks allowing my 8.5inch weapon out, "Now open up, and start sucking" I say.

Shawn Slaughter: As you lead me out of the water into the bank of the river I look left and right, making sure nobody is looking, I have a feeling what you are about to make me do. And I get on my knees and I see that dick, bigger than mine could ever be. And your heavy nuts. Bigger than mine. I feel like a loser as I open my mouth and obey. I give my mouth to you and I begin to serve you with it. I feel like a fool as I am in the same situation now which caused me to start this situation. I lost a fight and I was made to suck a dick. So because of that I picked a fight. Now again I lost a fight and I am being made to suck a dick.

Ryder Steel: Too afraid to refuse you open your mouth willingly, and insert my cock in it, grabbing the back of your head, pulling it forward, forcing my cock down your throat, only to pull back on you, allow you a second to breath, before shoving my cock down your throat again, continuing that process over and over again, skull fucking your brains out, my cock starting to ooze pre cum down your throat.

Shawn Slaughter: I am allowed no break from the dick, only split seconds to take in a breath, as my mouth is forced to plunge back on the dick again. It ramming all the way down my throat. My head is being used as if it is a sex toy. The thick dick takes up all the space in my mouth. I keep my lip over my teeth to make sure I keep my teeth off of this man. So I don't have to go back in the water again. I pucker up my lips on the mean dick that's punching the inside of my mouth like a fist. My cheeks pulling in with the suction.

Ryder Steel: Every time I remove my cock from your mouth you quickly gasp for air, but don't have time to do much else before I plunge my cock back down your throat, yourself being a good fuck toy, and not allowing my cock to hit your teeth, "Good boy" I say patting your head, before at last my cock explodes, sending a wave of cum down your throat and into your stomach.

Shawn Slaughter: I taste precum in my mouth. I have been milking it from your dick, and feeling the dick growing harder and thicker in my mouth. Then I feel it pulsing, I can feel in my mouth your cum shooting through the dick and your dick head banging into the back of my throat, your cum splashes against the back of my throat over and over and runs straight down my throat. None of it able to escape out of my lips. Just like last time. I get myself into the same situation and I am swallowing liquid manhood from the better man, me again defeated in a fight, the winner's cum running down my throat.

Ryder Steel: Rope by rope, I feel and spray your throat and mouth with my thick, hot seed, making sure your swallow every last drop. I pose a double bicep flex, and flex my steel abs, your body completely destroyed, but mine is without a scratch. "Told you that you should have just walked away".

Shawn Slaughter: As I suck the remainder down, with your dick in my mouth I look forward at all your muscle in front of me, your stronger body, your unblemished body that I was not able to mark up. And me I look all messed up again, from having been through another fight. Me feeling small, watching you flex as I suck you. Me wishing that I could be more of a man, like you are. I gulp, suck, slurp, swallow. I suck and suck.

Ryder Steel: My cock now completely sucked dry by, fully clean, "Good boy" I say again patting your head, as I pull up my trunks, grabbing your chin and looking straight into your eyes. "Just be glad I was having a good day today, this could have been a lot worse for you, trust me".

Shawn Slaughter: The dick gets removed from me. My mouth no longer needed. I worry that I am about to get punched out. You tell me you are having a good day, and I think you are going to spare me, and let me go. "Yes sir." I remain on my knees on the bank of the river, watching you put your big nuts and dick away.

Ryder Steel: All reply is "yes sir", I evilly grin at you. Letting you watch me slowly ball my right fist, it turning white, and cracking from being clenched so hard, my veins on my arm popping out. "Sweet dreams" I say, before slamming my hardest punch yet into your temple, attempting to knock you out.

Shawn Slaughter: I was wrong, I am not being spared, I am not being given mercy, as I am still trying to swallow down all the sticky cum in my throat you hit me with a hard fist to my left temple and it puts me out cold. My unconscious body falls to my side and then tips on my back on the wet dirt. A poor fighter out of commission.

Ryder Steel: My tactic works, are you fall unconscious for the second time, your body falling over landing in mud, just by the river. I briefly just look at you, shaking my head, hands on my hips, before walking away, leaving your destroyed body behind.

Shawn Slaughter: I wake up fifteen minutes later alone on my back, worms crawling on me. I look around, feeling like a loser, glad that nobody saw what happened to me out here.

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Published: 2023-02-28, viewed 53 times.