TITANS, MONSTERS, AND LEGENDS

ERIK ATLAS VS M_PERICULO : THE HIGH SOCIETY SHOWDOWN

I keep reminding myself the bait in every trap is supposed to look real. This looks real. It’s a check for $25,000. That’s just enough money to think about stupid crazy fun things I could do after the bills are paid and the credit cards are zeroed out. The American Dream, a debt free trip to Golden Corral, and a two step and a beer after.

I guess I had that face on, you know the one ya get before getting on the bike and driving a week cuz you’re sick of everything happening. I turned and watched Scott watching me. I ask why does he have to look so sexy in the heat of the day? Well, silently to myself. Then I get back to brooding.

“Bills?” he asks.

“Maybe.” I hand him the check and he lets out a low whistle. “So who wants what out of you?”

“Periculo.” I just say it low in my voice.
He holds his face with his hand. “So I get to tear it up? I’m going to do it anyway. I just want to do it with your permission.”

“Sure, it’s going to come back. That’s the third one. This one came to my trainer Jake Lentar’s house. He handed it to me yesterday. The next one will probably be handed to your secretary at the clinic. He’s going to keep trying until he gets his hands on me. You know he will.”

“So we prosecute him for stalking.”

“Scott, we don’t do that. ‘We’ go kick his ass once and for all, and if I have to, I'll scatter his broken parts across a few counties.”

“You don’t kill people, remember?” He hugged me close, his lips on my neck making me shiver in lust for his tight muscled frame. “We promised, right?”

“I promised. But I don’t carry an automatic Barretta like some people in this room. That gun isn’t about tickling people…”

“Technically they’re not people,” he said with a level emotionless look on his face. The best I know, Scott’s still sweeping the world of paranormal monsters with the help of some old crazy guy that’s convinced he’s Plato, the ancient philosopher. I try to stay out of the creepy magic stuff. Once you go there, it just follows you. Scott carries a gun because of the werewolf pack hunting him. I’ll tell the story sometime. Some of us have jobs. Scott has “callings.”

“I’m going,” I said. He let out a heavy sigh and hugged me tightly.

“I could choke you out and tie you to the bed.” He whispered in my ear. My cock throbbed at the kinky suggestion.

“And?”

He let go and let out another sigh laced with the smoke of three years of frustration and walked in front of me. “I don’t think you know how hard it is to watch you do these adventures without backup or friends for back up. It’s just a match to you but it’s hell for me. I have to watch this shit. And don’t start making some equivalency with my work. Monster hunting was shoved on me, you’re volunteering for this shit!”

“NO no, this is shoved on me! This check came to Jake’s address. He’s already scoping my friends. Come on, you tell me. What happens when Periculo looks you up and meets your enemies. Now picture them finding out about his tools and abilities? And imagine they get their hands on it?No no no, I’mma end this and you can come along. But in the end, it’ll be me and him.”

He had that stubborn look on his face. The one he gets when his desired version of coming events don’t pan out. “Where is this happening?”

“Chicago. Top floor of the Ford Foundation building. Seems like it’s going to be a High Society affair. I’ll need my suit.”

“Have you forgotten he raped you the last two times you met? I found you in Seattle wandering the streets naked!”

“No one complained.”

“Erik!! No one complains when you’re naked! This is crazy. Don’t do this!” He sat down at the dining room table holding his head in his hands. His phone chimed. He looked at it quickly. A long moment hung in the air. He swiped right. And again. “Fuck…” His hand shook and threw the phone. It sailed and shattering it into a hundred pieces against the wall in the living room. I walked to his side and sat next to him. Hand in hand, I kissed his fist.

“Where?”

He simmered with fury, “You know I can’t tell you!”

Kiss. “Where?”

He bit his lip and hugged my thick neck and hung on. “I’m going to the Donbas region of Ukraine.There’s an outbreak. They are calling them werewolves, it’s probably nothing. I’ll go and…” he stopped himself looking at me, knowing he had to shut his mouth right then. “And you’re going to Chicago.”

“Yea,” I said quietly. He bit his lip> His eyes met mine seconds before he tore my shirt off. The kiss was eruptive and desperate. I hugged him in my thick arms and carried him to the bedroom. We made crazy loud room wrecking love for a couple hours and then got real drunk.

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This is the third encounter I've had with the strange, muscled tank and perverted genius known only as m_periculo. In my first I found not only is he powerful physically, he has this haunting soul sucking power of hypnosis around his eyes and gaze. When he meets my gaze in a certain way, it's stupid, but I find myself helpless against him. He crushed me and did unspeakable sexual things to me in our first encounter.

Then he set up with my agent a match in the underground of Seattle where I found him to be the center of a bizarre cult of perverts that did everything he wanted. He had a whole house of strobe lights and mirror forcing me into his gaze and with his powerful hands nerve-clawed me to immobility and took me sexually again.

I realized he was going to pry into my private life until I accepted the challenge. Scott left for Ukraine. A week later, reluctantly I was off to Chicago...

ERIK ATLAS: The elevator ride up is very fast - Chicago Ford Foundation Building. It’s over 100 Floors high overlooking the city. It seems I’m invited to a huge party there, but suspicions are aroused when I see one of Periculo's flunkies in the lobby. He slinks away the second I look at him.
I get to the top expecting a lobby area - and find a huge ballroom with people dressed in suits - champagne served. I know I’m in trouble as light applause breaks out when I arrive. Wtf??? This isn’t the sort of crowd that applauds me. This seems to be the kind of crowd that hires someone to clear their hard drives of any indication they know who I am upon their death.

Then I see Periculo. He’s still a thick huge tank of a man and seems to be waiting to see me. I walk up, I'm wearing my Jos.A Banks suit - cost me $2k. It's my only good suit, custom of course, sharp styling fitting my huge muscled body. But this crowd looks like they own hundreds of these. I feel like I'm in a James Bond movie as I see the villain.

"Periculo,” I say daringly looking into your face... and eyes… "You cleaned up.”
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m_periculo: "Glad you made it here, Mr. Atlas," I say in a silky voice. “Isn’t this nice? There’s no indy wrestling riff raff. Not this time. We have a legitimate operation going here. It should be refreshingly new for you." I do my best to make you feel like you are an honored guest. I’m certain you’re surprised by the high-society people around you. They should like you, it’s not every day you get to work with people wearing clothes. "Gentlemen!" I call loudly. "The evening's entertainment has arrived!"

More applause as the crowd sees your massive muscles packed into a cut suit. They all turn to watch my coming demonstration. My eyes drill into yours. I push my deep connection between us. The air solidifies and I see I still own you. I watch you try to move away and that’s of course, impossible. The paralysis is one thing, but I am here to make much more dynamic demonstrations.

My right hand, now held up to show everyone, almost like a magician demonstrating there’s nothing up my sleeve. With a slow deliberate motion I move my hand to your crotch. The people around us are deeply entertained as I gently run my finger up the length of your crotch, from deep in your balls to the tip of your cock head. A slight excited murmur thrills through the crowd as they witness you are completely under my control. I ignore the burning hate and homicidal urgency in your expression and choose to notice the shiver of anticipation and the quick cock throb you give me. Oh yes, you are still mine.

I bear my gaze deeper and push more effort. The hate and steam are pressed from your expression. Yes, you are my toy.

I gently take you by the arm and you cannot stop staring at me. I move to my assistant, "Show Mr. Atlas to the changing room. Get him something ring appropriate to wear. I’m sure costuming himself as a normal human isn’t the only show he can give us tonight.” Chuckles murmur through the crowd. As I let you go and turn away, you stumble slightly. One of my flunkies takes your arm, and you look behind and over your shoulder at me with a look of confusion, like you’re trying to place who I am. The crowd claps politely as you’re led away YT

ERIK ATLAS: All I can do is watch. I find myself stuck like I'm watching TV...and I HATE TV! I find myself following the flunkie and SNAP out of the influence of your Gaze the second after I obediently turn. FUKKK he's doing it to me again! I FEEL LIKE TURNING AND SMACKING YU IN THE HEAD. I take a deep breath. This is his moment in front of everyone. He has plans within plans and is expecting me to be defiant. I’m not sure I’d like to experience his planned backlash if I embarrass him just now.

I find myself having to fold this poker hand and wait for another chance to kick his ass. Besides, I dont want to fuck up the suit. Your brazen grope of my crotch is one more crime added to your chain of personal affronts.

Being led, we head back to the dressing room and look at the costumes. I select something black. Basic black skin tight trunks. The frustration plays out. This shit is made for children. It won’t even fit over my leg. None of my usual black selections fit. All of them here are too small for my quads and glutes. Of course he wants to see my ass.... shit...

There! I find some RED ones that will do. They fit more like a pair of briefs instead of my usual thigh length compression fight gear. It'll have to do. I decided to wear a black leather vest and boots with it.
I turn to the assistant, "Guard my suit. If it gets damaged I kill u...." I say to the flunkie... He nods his head with a slight look of fear. "Now, tell me - is there anything I need to know about this crazy party? Who are these people?"
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M_periculo: (voice of the flunkie): The flunkie, a nervous twink, swallows hard and falls to his knees, checking the laces of your black boots, your red bulge in his face, your glute problem evident as the trunks barely contain your bulge. He seems much more comfortable talking to you while on his knees.

"Um, Mr Atlas, the boss, Mr Periculo, he had you come here because of your last breeding treatments…” He catches himself stammering and re-choosing his words. Real pain is on his face as he tries to choose words and it looks like another script of words keeps inserting into his mouth. “I’m mmm mean matches. Sorry. You had matches. You...seemed to be almost… no you were hypnotized. These guys here...they want to see if they can make an army. An army of Atlases, soldiers who will fight under their complete control… sexual control… of their masters. They plan on buying the plans for the Gazelock from the master. We might be lucky and he leaves us alone after that. We won’t be able to talk about it, but who would ask. Like Don’t-ask-Don’t-tell. That sounds good, right?" He laughs nervously, of course nothing here is humorous. He nervously gets to his feet and straightens your black leather vest, his eyes downcast at your bulge still. "The boss...he likes body worship...he'll cover every inch of you with his tongue." He winces as if he didn’t want to say that and really tried to stop. “Sss…sorry.” YT

ERIK ATLAS: Don't ask-Don't-Tell was a brutal program that fucked up many of my soldier friends and I find NO humor in it.... I glare at the smaller assistant as he tells me of his Boss' desire to lick me all over. "Whatever. I need to know, how do I beat his gaze...? Do you know?" This guy is shivering from excitement or fear or something.... I grab his arm and force him to my space… chest to chest.... make him feel my body heat.... "ANY ideas...?" His shivering lets me know many things. I’m not alone in this trap, for one.
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m_periculo: The twink is gasping for breath but also hard as a rock. "You know that he uses the sleeperhold to get his mouth on you. I did … he did this to me. I would pretend to go out, keep your eyes shut when you feel yourself getting hooked. I would drop and pretend to pass out. But you’re strong and a fighter. When he has his mouth on you, use YOUR biggest weapon! He won’t be ready and you’ll get one good shot in!" You see that he is so excited talking to you, his suit pants have a dark wet spot. "I’m sorry. He has me so wired. I’m always horny and I don't even know what I want anymore. I’m…” His words trail off as he’s talking. His hand touches your chest with a quivering hand. “You are so beautiful Mr Atlas. I need to focus….” he stops to breathe. “You have a big attack, I know. It actually scares him. That's the sword that will defeat the boss tonight!" YT

ERIK ATLAS: "So your suggestion is to make myself completely helpless to him?" he nods.fuck…really? I shake my head. That's just crazy as a plan. He seems like he means it though. "I will remember you..." I grab his hair and pull his neck aside.... kiss his neck.... "Be good and stay out of the way...OK?" I slap his ass and walk to the Ballroom eager to slap the shit out of Periculo finally... walking into the ballroom 6'5" 297 pounds of muscle 61" chest 23" arms 33" legs strut to the ring looking around for the villain.... leap onto the apron and salute the polite society applause. I slip between the ropes and leap on my toes waiting for his entrance....
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m_periculo: As you pull the twinks hair he looks terrified, but as you step in and feel his erection on your leg you feel it pulsing, and as you kiss his neck he spasms, shooting his load into his suit pants, his eyes rolling back in his head. When you release him and slap his ass, he stumbles away, red faced in embarrassment.

But now it’s time for the ring. As you wait in the ring you survey the crowd, muscled men of a variety of ages, soldiers is yur best guess, soldiers in a uniform of tuxedo and observation tonight, staring at you eagerly. As you wait in the corner I appear with a flourish, wearing black squarecuts, thick black leather size 13" boots, 5'9", 270" thickset muscled stocky pounds, solid 59" chest, massive neck and quads, sneering at you and boning up already, the prospect of you in this ballroom ring tonight for this special crowd.
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ERIK ATLAS: I see you coming in and notice the military set of the men here.... I strip off the vest bearing my chest to the crowd. There is a murmur of approval at my size. But I'm counting the exits and making sure I can make my way out of here when it's all done... damn Periculo’s looking bigger... but so am I... you sneer at me and I do my best to spend a few moments in your eyes... wave yu in and put up my fists ready
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m_periculo: "Glad to have you here tonight, Erik," I say as the ref--another nervous twink--gingerly checks me for contraband. "I think we'll have a very special time tonight." See you avoiding my gaze but I’m not worried. As he nervous twink-ref starts checking you, his hand brushes against your massive bulge framed in red spandex. Then his hand starts groping deeper as if he thinks he found something illegal in there. I enjoy the irritation flash in your eyes as you look down suddenly at the friendly groping the ref was enjoying. and the twink scurries to the corner. I take the distraction as a gift and use it. I advance on you quickly just before the blaring horn announcing the Apocalypse sounds over our heads!! Your senses heightened in this skyscraper arena, the view from the windows intoxicating I waste no time charging at you! YT

ERIK ATLAS: This whole place just stinks of cash. .... this is an amazing setting full of shiny things and a stunning view of Chicago and the waterfront. I sharpen up when the twink touching my crotch is seriously distracting… THEN he goes exploring in my crotch! WTF dude? I glare at him like he's got NO CLAIM down there and he stammers, cutting his inspection of me short.

Seriously, I’m almost naked, I got nothing on me. Suddenly the horn sounds overhead like an air raid... you are charging quickly at me - as usual, you’re quick to close and tie up... Our arms and shoulders hit hard and fast! Pushing against each other hard and the crowd roars its approval... QUICKLY I slap my arm over the back of your head crushing your head to my side SQUEEZING down in a hard side headlock!
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m_periculo: My breath is hot against your crotch as you headlock me, your red spandex bulge is like a cape to a bull. I lick my lips and you feel my tongue on your skin as the crowd cheers you on. I smell your scent, old and new. The wool and lanolin of your dressy suit mixing its aroma with your sweat and spandex. My hands run down your waist, feeling your abs, your thickset confident belly, I feel your legs and ass. It’s all the parts of you I remember and want under my control. I stop short and heave you toward the corner you came from! YT

ERIK ATLAS: You clearly want to touch my body.... As your hands run over me in a not-so-subtle inventory of muscle and your favorite parts, the crowd swells with OOooohhhhh's a n d wows over yur brazen sexual advances... steaming me a little at being your show monkey here. You shove me toward a corner...I use the momentum, running and plant my foot on the middle turnbuckle and execute a turning LEAP back at you - FLYING BODY PRESS!!! My HUGE body hits you chest to chest slamming you to the mats with me on top!!!
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m_periculo: "OOOFFFF!" Taken off my feet, almost 300 pounds of solid steel flying at me like a missile! As you leap in the air you fly at me, then WHAM we collide! Shoving you off me after we hit the mats, I roll to my side and try to get back to my feet. Suddenly you see the twink who dressed you, still in his suit with the wet cum stain drying to an obvious mark at his crotch. He is standing near the wall...some kind of control panel?

He grabs a red steel lever and pulls down on it hard! Suddenly you feel the ground shift...the mat jerk into motion...as the ring begins rotating like a carnival ride! As you struggle to stay on your feet I roll toward you and get to my knees in front of you. This is what I wanted! I grab your wrists tight staring up at you. YT

ERIK ATLAS: I get up... the lights of the city and the night are a natural source of vertigo anyway... but see the twirp hit a lever... some fuck's can never stay seduced.. Dammit… I guess he was never able to switch sides. My thoughts are busted by the next surprise… The whole ring LURCHES!!! masterminding this shit must've taken crazy amounts of cash... I feel the mats spinning as you rush to position and grab my wrists... the lurching makes me rely on YOU for balance.... fuk no way.... YOUR EYES meet mine...... and the room stops!!!.... my whole body floats and I feel a warm comfort in my chest..... I sink to my knees... not sure why… my leg shaking and not supporting me. His…. eyes are amazing…!
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m_periculo: I LOCK my gaze into you, smiling as I see you are paralyzed. I dramatically release your wrists and your arms hang limply. I playfully raise and drop your right arm as the nervous ref hovers wondering if he should be the one doing that. Then I slowly, dramatically, slide my arms around your waist, my breath a vapor on your body, my chin fits slowly into your massive chest looking up at you as you are transfixed and looking down into my eyes. I’m in no hurry. I spent so much money getting this all in place, I’m going to make this work. “Atlas is a proud man, as many of you already know. He takes irrational pride in his ability to squeeze a submission out of a man, don’t you Erik?”

I smile as you slowly nod your head. You barely notice my fingers lining up, a knuckle in the cleft of your buttocks as my hands join… My thick arms surround your body. You don’t even flinch as I close the jaws of the trap. My grip completes and I start BEARHUGGING you as you sway on your knees looking into my eyes. My arms squeeze into your muscles carving a grip deep into your meaty body. It’s like you have no armor at all. I enjoy SQUEEZING YOU BRUTALLY!! The crowd is in amazement as I force you to gag for air almost instantly! YT

ERIK ATLAS: Feeling hazy and light.... You lift my arm and I wonder at how slowly it floats down...... and again. My gaze is sunk into yours. I don’t know what Scott was worried about. This is nice. He likes me, and threw this party for me. I’m calm and serene... hear a roar from the crowd but it sounds like it's in a fishbowl under a rock in another county. We sLOwLY turn in this CRazY ring. Your warm skin, your fur, that muscle, your breath, it’s a spell over me. Your furry chest CRAZING my body! My skin flashes to gooseflesh. OOohhhh man I love that.... Those thick solid arms start closing around me. I’m in terrible pain suddenly! URRRRGGHHH!!!! what...??. I dont understand.... This CRUSHING pain in my ribs and back...!!! You bearhug me TIGHT!! Your grip is sinking your crushing muscled power into me deep and quick! My eyes are locked in yours! My breath RUSHES OUT OF ME UGHHHHhhhhh!!! I wince in burning pain...! My hands come up to your arms. In a dream I try to push them off me... but I feel the muscle there distracting... seducing? Feels good. IT’S THE PERFECT HUG.

The pretty illusion of bliss in a man’s muscled embrace fades and gets some teeth! The pain wins… UGHHH ... this HURTSSSS!!! My head drops back, I'm gasping... and then the gaze BrEAkS! UGAWWWW... A deep pained groan escapes me... How did he get me in this?? NOW I'M fighting the squeeze!!!

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m_periculo: As your eyes recover you hear an odd narrator. I planned this as part of the demo for our beloved money men and women. They have that calming dulcet voice reserved for golf commentators and ASMR narrators. "You can see that with SVC--Simple Visual Control--the previously trained and defiant subject Mr. Atlas is drained and helpless. His arms fall limp, he allows pain to be applied to his body even though he consciously never submit to such treatment." suddenly you break my Gaze, your head thrown back, your words staggered as you gasp for breath. The commentator goes nervously silent. Sweat glistens over us both as I try to maintain my grip, my SQUEEZE, but I feel my joined hands slipping down your sweaty back onto your glutes as strength fills your body. YT

ERIK ATLAS: You SQUEEZE me and no one’s surprised that you cannot stop yourself from groping me! I flex hard armoring up my muscled body. Shaking my head... FIST back.... SMASHING a fist driven into your face by a 23” arm! “LET GO!!!!”
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m_periculo: WWWHHHAAAMMMM!!! A huge fist knocks me back, my hard cock shoring obvious as I am thrown on my back. The twink at the control panel hovers at the controls to set the ring into a jerking rotation again as I try to catch my breath. YT

ERIK ATLAS: I try to get up and the ring lurches! It’s spinning and tilting side to side like some freakish circus ride! The tile forces me to pitch forward and I’m forced to work with the momentum he handed to me. I find myself falling toward you and knit my fists together for a DOUBLE AXE SMASH your chest as I fall on you! 294 pounds coming down on you hard!!!
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m_periculo: My 59" pecs rock as the jerking ring carries you forward on top of me, PAIN spearing through my torso! My eyes clamp tight, shut against the pain as I try to roll away. The ring is still rotating. “Please...please..." I say as I rise to my knees and grab your legs, my chin on your quad looking up at you, baiting you to lock eyes with me. YT

ERIK ATLAS: NO no no. I ain’t looking, no matter how gropey and skeevy you get. Keeping my eyes off you... trying to fight this fight eyes closed will be crazy with everything lurching around. I try getting to my feet as you grab my legs... You’re fucking strong and your huge arms grip hard. I grab the ropes to remain standing. I hear you beg please... “NO!” It was just a second…. Only a second. I look ….. Nooo…. Fukkk… I feel myself falling like I was just pitched out of a moving train!
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YOUR EYES LOCK me…

I gasp and my chest feels gripping thickness…breathing is hard!!... I’m panting for breath... Then that smothering comforting warmth descends on me... my hand touches your arm gently… "What do you need?" It just comes out of my mouth… DAMMMIT my fight is just stopping .....I’m stuck watching you hold my legs.
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m_periculo: My beard rough against your thick quad as I plead with you...your eyes darting...seeking escape...THEN I have you! You are visibly staggered, leaning down hanging off the ropes, our faces surprisingly close. "YOU Erik" I whisper as I climb up your legs and hips, positioning myself between your arms on the ring ropes, my hand guiding your chin to look at me. "I want you. I need YOU" I whisper.

Your arms still gripping the ropes, I see you trying to shut your eyes, and I lean forward to kiss your neck, my tongue licking the back of your earlobe and then sucking on your neck, my hand cupping your chin as I reposition myself in front of you, whispering to you, "I need YOU Erik...YOU!"

The narrator resumes, "If Simple Visual Control is broken, an erotic pressure point can be used to regain attention. Master Periculo shows how Atlas has various erogenous zones that are used to overpower his defiance. In field operations, a simple low voltage stimulator can be implanted to simulate this effect.”

Your arms hang limply, then drop off the ring ropes. Now to show my dominance! I grab your head in a side headlock and BULLDOG your face into the mats! The impact is thunderous and the room swells with shock at the violence between us. They’ve seen nothing yet.

You go down and are helpless to stop me as I wrap my thick legs around your neck. Your chin now rests on my thick quad as I SQUEEZE your neck! Your head framed the thick power of my legs! Both of us are now sprawled and sweating on the mat. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Yu kiss me... and caress me.... I remember something about this... trying to close my eyes... but your embrace feels so good. Then.... SLAMMMMM!! My head is BULLDOGGED... dazed on the mats... Your thick legs lock onto my head... UGHHHHHH squeezing hard.... shit!!! these huge legs lock on my skull crushing down.... !!!

Rolled to my back, my eyes closed now and nothing about this feels good. The gazelock broken and control over me gone. Your furry legs distract me a mere second, I defy you again and GRAB your legs. I reach for your ankles GRAB for it with my long reach pulling the top ankle loose... The counter is simple when you have a brain. My head starts sliding out of your grip!
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m_periculo: The overconfident narrator continues, "Once the subject is erotically corrected, it is easy to punish and dominate Mr Atlas. The field applications of this are endless." He stops blathering as he sees your tightly shut eyes, your arms grabbing at my ankles, my size 13 black leather boots slipping apart in your defiant hands. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Massive muscle in my arms and shoulders flex to huge power as I PULL those legs open and KIP to my feet! I instantly snap STANDING!! This fucker dont know ATLAS! I turn and KICK you one hard boot to the face! I rock off the ropes behind me and NAIL yur throat with a dropping KNEE STRIKE!!!
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m_periculo: The crowd gasps as you kip to your feet, then the military types start whispering excitedly. My stocky frame EATS your boot, then your KNEE and I am down and moaning. The narrator awkwardly pauses, "You see...um...the subject's great dexterity here..." Now I roll to the ropes and climb up them trying to stay on my feet, the ring rolling like a cruise ship as the night sky moves by. The next level engages. I kill the floor lights and all you can see is the endless sky above. I chose this setting for it’s beauty and hypnotizing natural beauty. The distractions mount as I’m trying to catch my breath in spite of the crowd chatter. YT

ERIK ATLAS: I look at the little shit that's pitching this ring around at the controls.... and I could stay here and play the game nicely by the rules, or show I could show these high society types how we do it behind the whiskey bar. Up on my feet grabbing the top rope I VAULT over the top rope landing on the nice carpet. It's an easy painless landing even from that height. My huge size 15 boots shaking the floor as nearly 300 pounds makes landing.

I storm through the crowd shoving muscle boys and suits out of my way, charging to the twirp at the control panel! I SHOVE him out of the way before anyone gets wise and I stop the ring from spinning and lurching. I pull down the handle and I SNAP it off, It comes off in my hand. Brandishing the handle in the twirp’s face I shot, "YOU want this up your ass boy??!! I said STAY out of this...!" my voice is booming!!
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m_periculo: "Please!" the twerp begs as you brandish the 10" steel broken lever under his quivering chin. "This was just in case things got out of hand! Don't forget what I told you, you can win if you..." You see his eyes get wide and then suddenly WWHHOOOSH, a dark net drops over you from high above! You are forced to the ground and find the net is cinching tight around your legs as you’re being dragged back toward the ring. YT

ERIK ATLAS: UGHHHHHHH heavy capture net hits me and drags me to the floor! I’m keeping the handle as a weapon, finding it has a sharp edge. The dark net starts smothering over me and restraining me DROPPING me to the floor!!! Acting fast, I stab and RIP through and slowly TEAR a hole in it with the sharp handle. My chest and arms work out of the dragging net .... I start looking up to see who's dragging me.... trying to shuck free....
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m_periculo: As you poke through the heavy tarp you feel your boots lifted off the ground, as hands push and propel you up over the ring apron, trying to force you into the ring, the narrator confused, "As you can see the subject was selected for his cunning and defiance. This demonstration would not be convincing with a weak subject. In spite of that, he is easily over... um overpowered..." The crowd swells in sound gasping as you work the sharp end of the broken lever like a machete. The smell of sweat and axle grease fills the room as the malfunctions and halts, crashed into one tilted position. YT

ERIK ATLAS: I get shoved in the ring still half immobilized - hit the mats trying hard to get my legs out of the tarp... I see yu coming at me... I turn my head trying to get my face shielded. Almost out of this net! yt

m_periculo: As you struggle with your legs trapped in the thick net, I launch myself at you, falling on your neck, locking in a sleeperhold, my body sweaty and slippery, trying unsuccessfully to wiggle my clutch into a Kiss of Death - the dreaded face to face sleeper choke - here I can see your face, the ring rocking slightly as it is parked on it's broken axis.

As yur boots are caught in the tarp, my thick legs slowly wrap your body. Oh yes, I know you like this. I’ve had plenty of chances to find out. I squeeze your torso in a crushing grip, my thick quads spooning around you, ankles LOCK and I TIGHTEN my grip.

You always defy me but I will have my way. You will be under my domination! The crowd will see you can be cowed and then the bidding starts to see who takes you home forever. I get your muscled body in my crushing power and SQUEEEEZE you feeling your ribs collapsing in my thick quads! My cock throbs watching you drifting toward panic. Oh yes, you KNOW I have you now. Just look into my eyes and you WILL forget to defend yourself completely. I might still decide to crush you to DEATH! My forearm is now sliding under your chin forcing your face to see mine, locking in a leeching sleeper!!! YT

ERIK ATLAS: Half immobilized yu land on me! UGHHHH shit.... yu work face to face... trying frantically not to look into your eyes. Like my co-prisoner said he’s going for the KISS OF DEATH sleeper. He slowly gets it locked onto me. My eyes squeezed shut as I try to force your arms off me... I remember the idea the twirp said. Clutching the sharp handle... Your legs are huge and thick, lock around me and SQUEEEEZE. My eyes flutter as I flex to withstand this crushing pressure...!!!!
UGHHHHHHHH!!!!!.... eyes see your eyes....
no
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no
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Feeling your legs around me... that pressure crushing me.. quickly closing my eyes.... I have to make this convincing. I go limp...
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m_periculo: The narrator confidently resumes: "Every subject has a Special Discipline when necessary. This subject has been imprinted to submit to sleeper-holds, so unconsciousness is imminent." The narrator adds almost as an afterthought, "Although it is difficult to maintain Simple Visual Control in these circumstances if the subject's eyes are closed, you can see Mr. Atlas dominated, his huge muscles useless now. He out weighs Mr Periculo by 20 pounds and is effortlessly crushed!" I can barely hear the narrator, my legs squeezing you as my arms cradle you and I relentlessly tighten my grip, watching your thick legs spasm and kick against the tarp. Sweat shines on us as the ring finally falls to a controlled stillness. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Forcing myself to go limp, I flop and twitch. The choke robbing me of mindfulness. The pain from the leg crush is brutal! My ribs on fire as his unchecked power reshapes my torso. I’m trying to keep a slight flex in my torso to armor my ribs but it feels like it takes forever for this fucker to be convinced. My insides feel like he's going to wreck something in me… panic starting to well in my chest I remember I have this handle - I could stab him... I really could.... Just shank this fucker and end him....

No. No Scott asked me to find another way. I try taking the twirp's hint and press against your face. My hand on your lips making you taste my skin. I know you love the taste of my sweat. Completely going limp. My left hand is still clutching that handle. Like a knife edge, you slip in that sleeper grip under my chin into the sides of my throat cutting off blood to my brain. I flex my neck trying to hold you off. My head is spinning, so close to going out...
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m_periculo: The twitchy ref cautiously approaches you, drops your right arm once, twice, then raises your right arm a 3rd time. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Barely awake... feeling the fog of your muscled grip on my neck and blood flow leeching my power... letting my arm drop a third time....
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m_periculo: The narrator sighs with relief, then continues: "As expected, the subject is put to sleep
relatively easily." Ignoring him, I catch my breath and start kissing your neck under your right ear, my rough tongue sucks your earlobe then moves down your neck. You taste amazing…

My fingers slowly circle, tweak and tug your nipples, which you resist easily as I lay you down to the floor. "A simple check of erotic responses confirms the subject is unconscious," the narrator drones on mechanically. "Although it looks like...like...this demonstration will include more...um...erotic checks." the crowd laughs a dirty laugh. In my hunger for you, I do not even see your hand gripping the lever, only that red spandex bulge that I move toward, removing the tarp eagerly. YT

ERIK ATLAS: I’m finally released from the sleeper!!!! Blood flows to my brain quickly and I did it! I held on to that thin shred of consciousness. You strip me out of the tarp. For now, my muscled body ia at your mercy. I almost clench in silent debate. They would never let me live if I shank you here and now. But in the end, they won't be too happy with me in any way. I feel the cool air over me as you strip my legs free and I wait until I am sure I have full mobility. Your tweak of my nips stirs me very little - most men missing the clue this is not an erotic stim point for me. Still, I’m doing everything I can to stay still. Even when you get inside my spandex shorts.
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m_periculo: Your red spandex is bulging with exertion, shiny with sweat, and a hint of your bush is exposed due to my bearhug exposing your ass crack. I breathe in your scent, then lift your heavy legs over my shoulders, your leather boots against my sweaty back as I pull down your snug trunks. I will have my time with you. This is more for my clients to see that i am not held to their stone age ideas of sexual selections. For now, I have Atlas, and they don’t.

A rope of my saliva falling on your thick upturned shaft as I literally drool over you. As my hands wiggle your trunks down past your glutes, my eager mouth moves in to taste your handsome cock. YT

ERIK ATLAS: That’s it! I GROAN with your mouth on my cock. I cannot kill you... no matter how crazy you are, I'm going to fight. Holding the lever in my left hand, I can still make a fist. Suddenly both fists HAMMER the sides of your ears as I sit up!!!!

Grab your head keeping your face down. Hooking that handle under your head and over your THROAT!!! The hold is brutal as I start CHOKING you in a choke with that handle over your throat... the crowd sees me very awake! I hold INTENT focus as ignoring them as I choke you rocking back on my haunches pulling up on your neck hard!
feeling the ring shudder as I rock.... Like some crazy bronco slow motion as I choke you
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m_periculo: The narrator is trying to think of ways to explain why the unconscious super soldier requires oral resuscitation, mouth-to-cock, but as my hands peel down your red speedos all I can focus on is tasting that meat.

My hands warm on your thighs, I hear you groan in pleasure as I suck you. Then suddenly my Adam's apple is COMPRESSED, that lever crushing my throat as you lurch up, rocking back and forth like an electronic bull as I am forced to ride you with my mouth, my throat aflame, the battered ring shuddering and rocking on its broken axis as the crowd gets nervous, like at the circus when the lion ignores the trainer. This lion is ROARING and the trainer is CHOKING, my hands trying to push against you but almost 300 lbs of solid muscle like pushing a wall. YT

ERIK ATLAS: "Tap out and I won't kill you...." I hiss at you in your ear. I shout to the crowd, and I’m going to bluff the shit out of this. I saw them do this in movies, right? What could go wrong? "This experiment is a BUST!" I shout to the crowd... making a total gamble... "The FBI has surrounded the building. You will leave the building with your hands up!" and I just LIE out my ass. There is no FBI… probably? If there’s would be one man under investigation it would be him., Let’s hope someone notices.

I mean, this worked for Bruce Willis?

Hoping the crowd freaks at the clearly illegal nature of this experiment, I rock back and my legs wrap your torso locking you in place SQUEEZING you in 33" quads promising to break your ribs...!!!! This is the sword the assistant was talking about, I hope. In a modified guillotine, my bicep on the back of your head holding you in place, bar at your throat... legs crushing YOU
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m_periculo: The nervousness of the crowd now turns to a slight panic as they realize you ARE a super soldier, but SOMEONE ELSE'S! The well dressed veterans and bureaucrats who expected to bid for you tonight quickly head for the exits, visions of federal prison dancing in their heads. The twinks who do my scut work are just as scared. I gag on your iron rod, struggling to keep breathing as my hands slap at your muscled glutes. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Yu tap... how cute. Does that mean I win? Shaking my head I roll you to your back straddling your chest. I’m still ready for you to try your tricks. It seems you need only one thing. I plug your mouth with my cock OHHH YESSSSS feeling your hot mouth sucking me off.

I’m not sure if this is the best plan. Is this really my doing? Is this what I want? I should leave, right? I got a man that comes home to do this. I don’t need this!

I AM SO BONE HARD NOW. Holding the severed steel lever ready to stab you if I am attacked. Driving my cock in your throat showing the crowd I AM IN CHARGE. Then I whisper to you, "You're finished here. I just fucked your whole operation, now gonna fuck yur mouth too..."
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m_periculo: You roll me onto my back, my hands still trying to grab at your ass, but then you are even DEEPER down my throat, your scent everywhere, my drool everywhere, my saliva entering you as you marinade in my mouth, hot stabbing pumps of your hips as I suckle on you, sucking you as my own rod tents my gear like a sundial, lost in you as I suck as hard as I can. Oh I see you falling for everything. I have you and you think you’re in charge. The packet of a special drug of mine, the ace. You’re lust is hard to control and you should be doing your FBI bust thing, clever as it is. But you can’t seem to stop fucking my mouth. Yes, this was a fine thing I paid to have, the cock of Atlas. This isn’t OVER… YT

ERIK ATLAS: Yur drooling so hard... loving my cock. Your drool touches my skin and every it touches me it tingles. My head drops back focusing on fucking your mouth. I usually look into my subs eyes while I fuck him but this time making an exception. Shaking my head. Why am I still here. I should stop, right? The thought is swallowed by desire, feeling my load coming! I’m leaking in your mouth and groaning with each thrust!

You see my huge pecs flexing as I thrust faster into your mouth. My eyes closed, loving it
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m_periculo: My hands trying to cup your bare ass cheeks as you pump into me. I see your massive pecs bounce and they shower me with your sweat as a steady stream of your juices becomes thicker, faster, My own load simmering to release as my hips involuntarily rock in meshing action with yours. If you weren’t such a dumb ape you’d notice I still have you in my control YT

ERIK ATLAS: UGHHHHH feeling everything coming all at once! I’m boiling inside and SHOVE my cock into you hard!! I roll to my side holding your head forcing you on my cock with no relief...!!!! HUMP HARD and BLOW a huge load in your throat aiming to gag you in a huge ATLAS LOAD! Ropes of salty cum drowning you! I hold you as you thrash and take my load.

m_periculo: Feel the tidal wave coming and then it is THERE in my mouth, oceans of sweat and salt and cream, blast at the back of my throat and then my tongue tries to slow you down only for the delayed cum to pool on my tongue. But then I start suckin the rest, tighter and HARDER and tighter, my own rod desperate for relief as my mouth cleans you. The lust toxin still a wreath of powerful suggestion in your mind. YT

ERIK ATLAS: You drink me deep sucking harder and harder. Hungry for my load and wanting more and more, you keep sucking on me! My head drops back moaning AUGHHHHHNNNGGHHHHhhhhh yeaaaaa... SHOOOOTING more into your hungry mouth!!!! shaking as I get deep release and milked by your expert mouth.....
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m_periculo: My warm hands cup your ass cheeks as I go in deep on you, suck you gently but firmly, your urethra tingling as my saliva travels inside you scouting for more of you, my tongue tickling you now as we both lay covered in sweat, moaning as I suck you, my own crotch wet with pre. Yt

ERIK ATLAS: PULLING you off my cock hand planted on your face covering your eyes. I feel something still driving me to fuck you. I want to have a hard sex engagement right now and FUCK I SHOULD BE LEAVING!

This is wrong…. I grab your discarded shorts and put them over your head covering your eyes. "If you take that off, I will just kill you, fucker. I spared you, Periculo. Dont ask me why. Please, don't make me regret it." I get to shaky feet, looking at the surroundings. The ring rocks languidly. Looking for an exit....
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m_periculo: As you stand I slowly grab your boot, put it on my chest high on my sternum, my tongue creeping out to lick your boot. "You're looking for answers, Atlas? You won't find them if you leave. You THINK you destroyed my operation tonight, but you MADE it perfection! Every person who ran out of here tonight will tell the tale. They know of the Manson stare now. They know you’re trapped in my controls. Don’t think you can escape." I wrap my arms around your leg and hug your boot to my chest. "THANK YOU Atlas, THANK YOU!" YT

ERIK ATLAS: "You are not very good at convincing me to let you live. Let go now!" I just hate the creepy feeling inside that I want you locked around me holding me forever. I put it out of my mind knowing its part of your mind fuck. yt

m_periculo: My hands at the top of your leather boot now, rubbing the sweat into your bare flesh, my fingers rubbing gentle circles on the back of your sweaty knee, then my thumb massaging your sore calf muscle over the top of your boot. "You know you want to stay..." I whisper. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Hands clench. They’re shaking.... I should just walk away... I tell myself to just walk away.... shaking... I pull my boot off your chest and TURN. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I walk to the corner turning my back on you. It feels like I'm walking through quicksand. I have to go.
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m_periculo: On my knees I crawl after you, then climb up your legs, my cheek against your ass, my arms enfolding you. Then my muscled arms surround your thighs, hands caressing your thick muscled legs sliding up to your waist. "You feel soooo goood Erik." YT

ERIK ATLAS: My legs STOP at your touch. Shit this is bad... I’m trying to leave.... This should be easy...Your face on my ass feels GOOD. Shit no no... your arms clench around me from behind as you start standing. "No.... stop this.... " I’m rumbling angry words crawling from deep in my chest. My hand grabs your arm at my waist. I try pushing away.
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m_periculo: "Wow, You use your batman voice... so masculine.... so powerful." I taunt you... You push my arms down but they return, rubbing your belly feeling those abs. My hard rod pressing into you as I kiss your shoulder blades. I have you. All I need is your eyes. Come on, turn around. I kiss up the back of your neck, my hands massaging you lats and caress your huge thick back. YT

ERIK ATLAS: You’re standing behind me, arms surrounding me. I shiver with desire as you starrt kissing my neck. OHHHhhh shit. It's not the nipples. He finds my button!! Kissing my neck, head rolls back. I can’t stop the deep moaning that issues from my chest. Then a bolt of strength "NO.... no..."
have to stop this... my hand grips on that handle tighter!
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m_periculo: You lean back into my kiss and my tongue finds first your left earlobe, then your right earlobe. I suck your earlobes until I hear you moan, then whisper, "THAT'S not the lever you want to be holding stud… drop it. Now…." My erection rubbing against you as I kiss your sweaty back and neck. I cup your chin, slowly turning your head. YT

ERIK ATLAS: I feel my insides melting! It hurts! No… it feels amazing! I turn to face you. My chest flexed hard, looking down away from your face. You still have the trunks over your head. I know it's a short trip to the end for me if you take those off. I’m leaving! My body is shaking trying to just turn and leave.
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m_periculo: My hands catch your jaw and cup your chin, and you see a flash of my eyes as I caress your sweaty chest and abs, teasing you with the proximity of my GAZE, hiding it from you rather than forcing it on you, both of us experiencing a need so strong. You want it so bad you’re going to take off the cover and have it. It’s moments away. YT

ERIK ATLAS: My right hand shaking... reaches your thick shoulder. You try and lift my chin. My neck flairs in thickness as I physically work seriously resisting it.... your eyes... NO! I’m shaking all over... no ... knees weakening. I’m losing. Those eyes feel good… maybe just a second. I’m slipping to one knee shaking can't stop…
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m_periculo: A faceoff, my hand cupping your chin, your hand on my shoulder, some pressure from us each until. Success! You slowly go to one knee, shaking, twitching. My shorts on my head, my naked form in front of you, my cock hard for you. My hand caresses your chin, gently, slowly, my thumb gently entering your mouth as my eyes flash at you under my hooded gaze. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Your hard cock in front of me. Gawd no... not this way! You did this to me before. You forced me on your cock. I could not stop it. Yes, i can. Just do it. I close my eyes and put away the shaking for one second… I find my center.... and STAB you in the guts! SHOVE yu away from me.... HARD!

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m_periculo: Feel the hard sharp edge of the lever tear into me!! NO!! In my mind I flash back to you entering my mouth. I reel back, almost call out for the twink to rotate the ring. ..someone...I fall back. My blood pooling out under me, a scarlet curtain closes the show. Blackness, merciful blackness. YT

ERIK ATLAS: Staggering out of the ring... my stomach hurting like I just cut myself. I have to look just to be sure. I crawl out of the ring and hit the carpet outside. I get to my feet, turning and leaving Periculo to bleed. My desire to look at him is peeling my skin right now. He’s treacherous leech..!!!. I had to stop him.... I had to. I start wondering who I am trying to convince right now. I rush to the locker. It has all my stuff - wallet, credit cards, keys... my SUIT. it's all there. My walking breaks to a run. My gut still hurting from that bastard trying to leech the life out of me..
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m_periculo: The police have surrounded the building, maybe an act of prophecy on your part, maybe just the inevitable end to such a strange night of lust, theft, and planning the mayhem of the future. They arrest everyone in the building. They handcuff you and some of the officers seem to know who you are. You’re taken into a large black Escalade and taken to a lonely precinct south of the city, just off I-55.

Scott was waiting in the parking lot as I emerged from the police station. He was in his tricked out Mercedes. It never looks like there’d be room in there for my big ass, but there is. Barely.

I was sure there’s going to be a lecture and slow driving while I eat my ribs.

It’s a fair trade.

I get in and start eating. I noticed the bandage on his neck. “It’s nothing.” he said casually, pulling out of the lot instantly hitting I-55 southbound to home.

“You get bit?” I asked

“I wouldn’t be here, you know that. It was a knife wound.” He said slowly. “How’s your head?”

I dig into the food, really not sure how to answer that question. I have no idea why Periculo picked me as his playtoy. I close my eyes and still see his gaze. “It hurts,” I say. “They didn’t mention the body. Was that your doing?”

He looked away from the road and looked serious. “Body? They released you. I came after you called. What body?”

I stopped mid bite. “I called?” This feels creepy as fuck. I don’t remember calling. I grab my phone and there it is, 22:20 hour call. Once again calling Scott for help at all hours in the night. I keep eating. “Freaky.” I said.

“Did you kill Periculo?”

“I sure tried.” I tell Scott the story I remember.

Scott hit the brakes! Taking the closest exit he pulled off. Driving to South Bend International Airport. “I think we’re being followed. We need to change trajectory quickly and hard. We’re going to Toronto.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He stared at me. “Was that joke poetry?”

“Yes,” I said, finishing the ribs. “What the fuck do we do about home?”

“I have people watching there. It’s covered. I’m concerned about one of his buyers coming after you. I’m not the only one that thinks you have a nice ass.” He pulls out his new phone and pokes a billion buttons. “I got us tickets. We fly out in four hours.”

“Econo-Lodge. Let’s fuck.” I was brazen about it too. Scott looked at me smiling. He grabbed my fist and kissed it. “I love you Erik.”

“Thanks for the ribs and the rescue.” I kiss him back … the best kiss in forever.

The deluxe wedding suite was available at the Daybreak Inn. We fucked like animals and slept with the lights on, trying not to talk about the hooks that bastard Periculo left behind.

Published: 2023-08-05, viewed 119 times.