TITANS, MONSTERS, AND LEGENDS

Hunter Productions LLC: Into the Hunterverse, Part I: Thunderdome

Special Guest Appearance by Rob Hunter

Rob Hunter's Office

Tobias Kane
I am really enjoying my afternoon … meetings … yeah, they’re meetings, with Rob in his new office in the new HP HQ. Afterwards, he’s showing me some of the new aspiring actors who have joined Hunter Productions. I stop at one. “Holy shit, babe! Erik Atlas joined HP? I’ve seen him wrestle. He’s a beast!” A beautiful beast, I must admit. I look at the huge muscles, the piercing blue eyes, and the long blond hair in the photo. The long hair is new since last time I saw him fight.

Rob Hunter
“Yes, he joined pretty recently.” I know that look on your face. I can see that you want to be his debut co-star. Hell, I wanna see that! But first I will tease you a bit with it. “Phew…I should think about a worthy opponent for his audition, but with his size and everything…I’m not sure if we have someone to match with him.”

Tobias Kane
I stare at you. Granted, I’m one of the studio heavyweights but he’s got a good fifty or sixty pounds on me and five inches of height. Still I want my crack at him. So to speak. “Babe, I’ve been a fan of his since I was a teenager. Please, babe, please!”

Rob Hunter
In fact I was planning to tease you a bit longer. But if there is one thing in this world that I cannot resist, then it is your puppy eyes. “Since it means that much to you, babe, you got it. But you better get dressed if you want to be his audition. He should arrive in twenty minutes. EM was going to meet him but you can go instead.”

Tobias Kane
I grab you and kiss you, then go quickly to retrieve my clothes, and swiftly pull them on. Just before leaving I stop at the door and look back at you. “Oh, babe, has the Hunterverse been activated here yet? I was developing a program at the old HQ and I think it would be perfect for Erik’s debut.”

Rob Hunter
I smile as you ask me about the Hunterverse. It was still under construction when we moved here. And it really was a challenge. This is nothing like the one we had before. No booths anymore. Now our actors are in the middle of the action with this time-jumping and space-warping technology. “Yeah, the workers forgot the batteries but Kevin was so nice and went to get them. So it is actually working already. What could be a better opportunity than this to open it…

Tobias Kane
I grin back at you. “I’m looking forward to christening it with Erik! I’m curious how the program from the older technology will translate to the new platform. Oh, has it been tested?”

Rob Hunter
“Yeah, there has been a test run. Not with real people though. But the company assured me that everything works without any problems. If you witness something unusual though, please let me know so we can give them feedback.” I grin and just can’t stop teasing you. “And now go and get him!”

Tobias Kane
“Hmmmmmm, so if our molecules get scrambled, you can get your money back? Guess we’ll find out soon. See you later, babe, unless Atlas incapacitates me or the Hunterverse blows me up.” I blow you a kiss and head down to the lobby.

Erik Atlas
In case you were wondering, I really am that asshole. You know the one that rolls between lanes of traffic on his motorcycle, missing your mirrors by an inch. What can I say, I hate traffic. Maybe I hate cities. I mean I don’t hate city people, and some hot men live in cities. I guess when I’m among cattle, I know I’m the herd dog, not the steer surprised by the slaughterhouse at the end of the slow-moving road.

I debated catching a cab to the Hunter Productions HQ. It’s what the executive types in the city are doing. Once I said that out loud though, I found myself in my leathers and on the bike. The Chief (That’s my bike) was still good for getting me there, in spite of having about 400k miles on it. That’s about twice the realistic lifespan for an Indian Chief Dark Horse 2100. Might be time to get a new one.

Hunter Productions Headquarters

I pulled up to the parking garage and was greeted by the valet. That’s when I found that everyone here’s handsome as a porn star, even the valet. Dark hair, a scruffy black beard measured in millimeters, wide shoulders tapering to a hard waist. Even the diamond micro-stud knit into his eyebrow spoke that this was merely his day job. He handed me a ticket for my bike.

I could hear my molars grind as he got on the bike and got ready to park it somewhere out of sight. Before I could ask if he knows what he’s doing and maybe letting him know that’s a seriously high powered engine he roared around the corner and off into the dark.

I waited to hear a crash.

After a quiet 10 count with no crash, I looked at the ticket. Hardly seems to be an equal exchange, but it is what it is. I took the elevator to the lobby, boots and leathers on, backpack over my shoulder ready for action that's happening today.

Tobias Kane
I wait in the lobby, having gotten a text from the valet that Erik Atlas … Erik … Mister Atlas …. hell, I’m having a fanboy moment and don’t even know what to call him! I hear the ding of the elevator as it comes up to the main lobby. The door opens and this humungous mass of muscle fills the frame in the elevator. Did I imagine that you paused there to make a visual impact? If you did, you succeeded. My eyes are locked on you, I keep from dropping my jaw, and the handful of people in the lobby all turn their heads to look.

I take a deep breath and step forward. I remind myself that whatever renown you gained in the wrestling world, you are an aspiring actor here and, although I haven’t yet achieved Star status, I’m a good-selling name for HP sales. I extend my hand and flash my lop-sided grin as I look up at your face, towering nearly half a foot above mine. “Erik, welcome to Hunter Productions. I am Tobias. Tobias Kane. I’ll give you a quick tour and then you’ve got me for your audition.”

As I wait for your response, it goes through my head, what were you thinking? You’re going to try out your Hunterverse program with this guy? You’ll get crushed! Then I think, well, maybe being crushed under him wouldn’t be so bad…..

Erik Atlas

The doors open and I try not to have that “where-the-fuck-am-I” look. Big lobby, like a crystal cathedral worshiping mansex. Like who could hate that? (The list comes to my mind but I shrug, fuck them. This place rocks.) I get immediately distracted by a man and I start stripping him with my eyes. Holeee shit, That’s Tobias Kane. He’s been on “my list” for a while.

I slowly look behind me just to make sure there’s not someone else behind me he’s waiting for. Our hands meet as he does the welcome-proper-speech. The velvety voice says I got him for my audition.

My eyebrow crawls up in reaction. I don't wanna be slutty on hello, but the implications are impossible to avoid. He’s a porn star and elite escort. He’s been a “person of interest” in several events. And I got him huh. Nasty plans emerge. I keep ‘em to myself.

It definitely is the big time.

One thing about the city is there’s always looks when that Texas twang escapes my mouth. I clear my throat, like testing the voice to make sure I’m talking proper and shit, it makes me rumble like a bag of rocks. “You must be busy. We had drinks a few times at that Welcum Bar. You know Madison Jones, I expect?”

Tobias Kane
“Yes, we have. I…” Oh shit, my mouth is fumbling… don’t fucking stammer, Tobias, you look goddam starstruck! “I wasn’t sure you would remember me.” I look up at you and reply, “Oh yes, Madison and I have … history….”

“May I give you a quick tour of HP’s new facilities?”

Erik Atlas
“Let’s hit it. This is shinier than anything I ever took part in.” Small talk ensues as we walk across the marble floor. A shoulder touches. My hand graces the back of his hand. I grab your shoulder when walking around you for introductions. I’m in some awe that Hunter got himself a nice place like this. Reminds me of the Jackpot resort I had years back, only this is nicer. The tour is proper. I am impressed with the many novel ideas for battles. The Cube looks fun. I imagine I’ll be working out here. We talk about some Atlas strength training classes. I let you feel my bicep. Eyes meet with a smile.

Tobias Kane
I find myself rambling as I show you around the HQ. You touch me and I tremble. You touch me again, your massive arm around my shoulder and I shudder at the feel of your embrace. I look up to meet your eyes and wonder, do you want me as much as I crave you? The scent of clean amber and cedar, and all the masculine notes under leather deepen the experience. I lean into you and try not to let my mind wander with lascivious thoughts. Yeah, right, try not to think of “rhinoceros” after someone tells you, “Whatever you do, don’t think about ‘rhinoceros’.”

Erik Atlas
The more I let you touch me, the more at ease you look. By the time we’re done with 20 minutes of formalities, I want to tear your shirt off. I think that’s the Tobias Kane effect. We end up back near the entrance when the small tour finishes.

Tobias Kane
“And this is the locker room, the final stop on the tour.

“Want to strip down for our match, Erik?” I peel down to my poser and strike a pose. I watch you peel off your leathers and a drip of drool leaks from the corner of my mouth as I look at your sculpted body exposed. I realize my skimpy poser is not easily hiding my arousal.

Erik Atlas
I’ve been doing this for 9 years. I’ve seen every man strip down, some to revulsion and some to sheer applause. This is closer to the cheering and standing on the bleachers version. I strip down and make the show simple. I strip down, take off my shirt and work some oil on my body to make my mass “camera ready” unsure what they have planned.

I stick with what I know. Oiling my body is making Kane quiver, and I smirk the devil’s smile loving the effect.

Tobias Kane
I feel your deep blue eyes drilling into me and I am grateful for my days as a stripper and escort to make sure you see me at my best angles. I know my ability to seduce an adversary or a potential partner in sex. I glance up at you with a shit-eating grin.

“I thought you might want a setting that matched your …. stature. The Ring and the Cage are great but HP fans have seen all that. I hope you like what I’ve picked out for us for your debut. HP has developed holographic technology for what they call the Hunterverse. I’ve been developing something for a special match. I think your audition fits the bill.” I lead you to the chamber’s door. I give a retinal scan to open the door to the chamber.

The Hunterverse

Erik Atlas
I walk in and the bright blue steel chamber gives me the chills. I’m actually familiar with holodeck tech, as I call it. But this is the newer 2023 AI enhanced version. Once again I’m a country boy looking at tech with awe. I am solid completely with the move to weight in with HP Productions. This is the future. yea yea, I’ve done the ring match over and over - it made my wealth over the years. This is 10 moves deeper.

Suddenly every monster fight I wanted to do is available in my imagination and every titan fucking a god scene I want is now on tap for “happy hour.” I have no idea how many super heavyweight men they have here, but we can invent some. I need an hour with Hunter just to talk about this.

Tobias Kane
Just inside the Hunterverse entrance, there’s a control panel. I get us started with the command, “Activate program ‘Mark of Kane 3’.” I hear the complex machinery of this virtual reality arena stir awake. A shimmer of light and a slight itch across my skin I watch us taken to an arena that emerges before our eyes. We are clad in battle kilts and boots, and even given a slightly deeper suntan.

“Erik Atlas, welcome to the Thunderdome.”

Again, I think what have I done? I’ve already got a pretty even win/loss record. And yah, a pretty big number that were called draws because sex broke out instead of anyone’s victory. I’m going to try to bring back a win over the powerful newcomer, but I don’t just want a better record. I want to show HP fans and brass - even my fiance Rob - that I know how to put on a fucking SHOW.

Erik Atlas
OK… the country boy comes out as my jaw drops. Looking up at the rigging for this, like something out of Mad Max Thunderdome. I’m waiting for Tina to show up, realizing that ain’t happening. I suddenly miss her painfully for a moment. Frozen in the unmoving platform, I see a circus of wilding people hanging from the rafters and walls. There’s a chain we get lowered down from. I see the bungee cords hanging from harnesses and get the picture quickly. I even smell the firesmoke hanging in the air.

Taking a quick look at myself in a black leather kilt with boots. Ok, I can rock this.

A wicked smile takes my face as I look at Kane. “So, am I to understand this is you and me in the Thunderdome?” You hear my voice drop a note, taking the power and force of Atlas. I will be your MasterBlaster. I will be your Mad Max. I will wreck the betting pool and I’m so ready to make this burn to the ground. I’m already planning the world on the sands that I rule after tearing down all opposition. Oh this place is going to be more fun than Gears of War.

Tobias Kane
“I had some help. You like it?”

“Yes, Erik, you and me. I wanted to be your debut match with HP.”

BLISTERING LIGHT FLARES OVER THE THUNDERDOME!

The chains from the cranes lower and we grab hold, lifted over the dome to be lowered in at the same time.

Erik Atlas
I’m feeling slightly played with. You fucking know what I feel and you already know the ins and outs of the scenario. I am at a disadvantage already and shit, I don't care. My heart hammers with the potential of this scenario.

GONG SOUNDS
I step into the loop of the drop chain...of course I'm wearing a kilt so everyone gets to see my shiny white ass first… I’m struck by the realism of the place. This smells like dust, sweat, and firesmoke. The crusty voice of a drifter comes over the system, spiking feedback and coughing up a hairball. It’s just like those local Smoker fights where the announcer is the guy that brought the microphone - whether he can talk or not is unimportant.

ANNOUNCER
“OWright you pathetic drifter scum! Weef got a match here and yow better listen up. Bets starting. Erik Atlas VS Tobias Kane in the THUNDERDOME!”

The drifters howl and bark out comments, “Fawk Atlas in the eyehole!” and “Kane is a kangarapist!” I slowly descended the 40 foot drop to the Thunderdome floor. The announcer has another coughing fit then continues.

“Two men enter, one man gets to walk funny fowr a week cuz he got buggered like a goat in heat! - Get ready for round one, battling on the ground to submission!”

Viewers can sit in the stands around the dome or hang out in the spokes and crossbars - round one goes for 30 minutes or until a submission happens. “If these muverfawkers don settle it in round one, we go to THUNDERDOME FLYING DEATH!”

Erik Atlas
My eyebrow arches at that announcement. WTF did I just get into? I’ve done a couple hundred cage fights. Never did one called Flying Death. I ride down the chain lowering by ceiling crane... wearing my BATTLE KILT and APOCALYPSE BOOTS - I hit the floor of the Thunderdome arena 30' in diameter, roughly, and 20' high - standing 6'5" weighing in at my top fighting weight ever 298 pounds! It’s showtime! I walk a lap roaring at the holographic crowd, arms overhead "I WILL BE VICTORIOUS!" they howl as if they like me. I think I know better.

My chest and arms oiled showing off huge power. 61" chest, 23" arms pumped and rippling, 35" waist, 33" quads - the titan from TEXAS - Erik Atlas!

Tobias Kane
I prepare to follow the big guy into the Thunderdome.

I watch as you lower into the arena, showboating as I take note of your stage presence. I wait for you to move to a corner.. .... right, there ARE no corners .... one side, as I grip the hoist and get lowered in to face you.

At 6’ 239 pounds, 50" chest, 22" arms, 32" waist, with 30" quads, I’m considered a heavyweight but I suddenly feel very small, not a reaction I am accustomed to.

I touch the ground, releasing the cable and back off. I look around at this virtual arena in which we are about to fight and I can’t help but be impressed by how my …. friend … took my fantasy match to make it a reality. Well, a virtual reality. But one where our combat will be real. I intended it for a big match to cement my status at HP and I can’t imagine there would be one bigger than Erik Atlas. I have to laugh a little at your reaction to the Flying Death announcement. Just wait till you see how that works.

…of course, I will take you out before that if I can

I stretch, roll my neck, and your and my eyes meet. This is ON!

Erik Atlas
We walk to the center of the Dome, two straight lines meet chest to chest..."Ready for this little man?" my usual homeboy straw chewing grin... you feel a wave of body heat from my thick powerful body and showing core power... this gets no handshake. I cup the back of your head and press my forehead to yours in a sign of power and brotherhood....

Tobias Kane
Push my chest up against yours, my nipples just under your massive pec shelf. Heated up as well, I'm pumped for this match. Grip the back of your head as well, forehead to forehead, whisper "Always respect, Erik, but tonight I intend to kick - and fuck - your ass." Hands on your pecs, I shove you back.

Erik Atlas
You shove and I skid back a foot grinning... "Dreams are good my Manslut friend..." I circle.... I DRIVE FORWARD HARD and drop to my ass scissor hooking your ankles and ROLL dropping you onto your face! HIT the floor... lunging to get on your back....

Tobias Kane
OOOMMMPPPHHH!!! FUCK wait! He’s supposed to be big and slow!! You get in the first attack making me feel slow. I slam down almost face first, reflexes kick in as my hands grip the ground. I roll as you lunge, my knees pulled up as you come down at me.

Erik Atlas
You’re up and rolling fast to get up... you feel warm thick muscle on your back and the huge arms threatening to close on you and ground you. You roll before I land on your back and move away... we scramble to our feet for facing position

Tobias Kane
“Well, that was fun!” I lower my levels and push off my huge quads, aiming a spear at your gut. At the last second, I dodge to the side to slam my right knee into your formidable ab wall, elbow to the back of your knee as I roll back onto the ground. I need to bring my best if I’m going to make a good showing in this match.

Erik Atlas
Your knee CARVES A SHOT INTO MY GUT! Most guys sort of hit the wall of muscle on that hit but feel my feet lift off the floor...the elbow combo DROPS me face down... kinda like I did with you but with that added spice of violence... DROP onto my face... UGHffff rolling away to get to my feet, fire in my eyes...

Tobias Kane
I get to my feet at the same time as you, our eyes meet, I see the fire, you see my desire to take you down. Beginning to break a sweat. Seeing your temper is rising, I goad you, standing upright, beckoning you toward me with my hands. "C'mon, come and get me."

Erik Atlas
I charge in as you beckon with a jab to the face that turns into a sliding on one knee and SCOOP yur crotch... I LIFT and rolling over my shoulder POWERSLAM you to the floor coming down on top of you hard! That strong back a good bunker of armor against the impact but try that fucker...! My huge chest lands on yours in a crossbody slam, your crotch still hooked in my right hand...

Tobias Kane
UUUNNNNGGGGHHH!!! Should have considered what I asked for! I duck the jab but you hoist me like my 239 pounds of muscle are a ragdoll, and BAMMM!!! Not bad enough to get my back SLAMMED against the ground and wind knocked out of me, but your massive body splashes down on top of me.

Seeing little birds circling around my head, I raise my big arms - more by instinct than intent - and SLAM both fists down on your back.

Erik Atlas
URGFF… you hear a deep drumming THUMPF as your fist hits my back. My days in football and so many fights, a thick back from 850 pound deadlifts - I take the hit and keep going… YEAAAA yu see a big big grin split my face and thoughts of Amarillo and whisky roll through my head. Primitive brawling does that to me. I GRAB the big porn star by the trap muscle CLAW GRIP forcing him to stand... a quick shift to a BEARHUG GRIP - LIFT - RUSHING THE DOME WALL - Slam his back good! put that wall construction to a good sturdiness test!

Tobias Kane
At least I got the beefy blond off me! But then you display how fucking strong you are, and lift me by my traps with your clawed hands. Who can do that?!?!? I'm lifted in your bearhug and slammed against the hard latticework of the dome.

Winded, but not nearly done, I reach over my head and grip the dome's ribs. I hoist my legs and lock your waist in my massive thighs. And I SQUEEZE.

Erik Atlas
UGHHHH!!! GRffff! gasping - we HIT and I just realized it shouldn't hurt ME this much .... those HUGE thick quads clamp on my waist! You got a smile going like you were waiting for this... feeling my guts reshape under that flash of heat and fukawful pressure... I PULL off the dome wall and TURN and SLAM you onto your back again hoping to pop that vise open!

Tobias Kane
OOOOMMMPPPHHHH!!! No one said this would be easy. That impact hurt, no, it FUCKING hurt! But I have my ankles locked behind your back and I am NOT releasing. I reach my arms around you and pull you down to get you into my bearhug and apply my double squeeze.

Erik Atlas
We hit and I pull up to my knees... and no... no... that's my lil fantasy... the reality is different. We hit the ground and your legs TIGHTEN then your ARMS CLAMP. My eyes snap wide in surprise. That slam woulda hurt most guys, it just makes you sticky. I’m locked in both arms and legs of the proud Tobias Kane .... PULLING YOU WITH ME I burn power and push with my legs to stand and stumble back behind me hitting the wall! You're thick and heavy and AWUUUUUUUUUGHHHH... my breath crushed out of me hard! but I’m still working to stay standing… turning, putting you against the wall.

Tobias Kane
SHIT! You lift me? Your legs drive us back to the wall of the Dome. My shoulders get pressed up against the bars and I grin, pinned there I have more leverage. I pull you closer in my bearhug as I whisper, "I learned this from watching you."

I start sawing my thighs into your sides, relentlessly breaking down your core as I pull your face into my chest and I tighten the bearhug even more and pulse my legs in an explosion of power dragging us to the ground. Our size difference will hopefully make less of an impact. Because at this point, I’ve been impacted plenty!

Erik Atlas
AWUUUGHHH! that fuckin hurt!!* bad enough you wanna take my ribs apart but using my own fawking playbook... What a compliment. Pardon me if I don’t speak, kind of conserving AIR! We get dragged to the ground and you’re grinding me like you prac ticed this shit. Feeling my ribs burning white hot… Ok I need to out of this.... UGHHHRFF!!

I have to get air and it's like lifting a 240 pound bag of slinkys, so hard to get a grip here... ok... a plan comes to mind... SCOOP my arm around the back of your neck and PULL you into me rocking back EXPLOSIVELY UP ON MY KNEES... you’re still locked around me crushing with everything... gasping... you’re sawing me...fuck ...pain is crazy...fuck... I PLANT one foot... I can take this....start rising off the floor...

Tobias Kane
FUCK!!! SO MUCH POWER! I’m lifted as you manage to regain your footing. This embrace would be romantic if we both weren’t trying to beat the shit out of each other. My dick is rockhard, pinned against your hard ab wall. I release the bearhug and grip the bars of the wall. I FLEX hard as I try to use the momentum of your rise to buck up my legs, abs activated, to send your head into the wall.

Erik Atlas
I PULL myself to STAND....AWUGHGHHH!,... slammed in the head... feeling the thick power of the liquid smooth skin of this stud on me, steel muscle corded like a snake around me, releasing the bearhug and we SLAM the cage... ROCKED!!!

Your eyes meet mine and I sense another terrible danger. This stud is so fucking handsome I really don’t want to leave this embrace. My knee buckles and we hit the floor again. I have enough control to be aiming our fall to slam you on your back coming down HARD on top of you... shaking my head... pushing your legs lower as I GASP for air... huge chest flexed in your face as I push those legs down.

Tobias Kane
HOLY SHIT! I realize I’m holding my own against Erik Atlas! I’ve really had to up my game for this challenge. For a moment our eyes meet and I know that look of desire in yours. That’s why I make the big bucks. I think I might not need brute force to tame this beast, I might be able to …..SHIT!

Instead I’m slammed down hard with your body weight crushing me. Again. I gasp, “You’re getting too used to being on top of me, Erik!” I’m not about to release you yet, I can tell this is weakening you. But I feel those pythons of your arms engaging hard, making my scissors slip off your sweaty flesh. I know I can’t sustain the hold unless I do something more to distract you where I’m hurting you more. I grip your gigantic pecs in my hands, dig a hard claw into them, my thumbs probing under your shelf to find the nerve clusters.

Erik Atlas
AWUUGHH.... you ... shit!... head back feeling your tear into the attachment under the pec, something truly big pecs like me have like a handle... and you know it's there... my arms shaking awww fuk... hissing breath... those legs on my hips still ... this grip is making my arms numb out... NO no no I aint done using them! Putting my arms under your grip.... shit...this is gawnna hurt... I have to follow through with centered focus ... hissing breaths

My FISTS SLAM under yur clawing hands and TEAR you off me! AWUUUGHHH!!!! FUKK!!... hands up - follow through making fists SLAM a flurry of fists aiming to your face and neck … anything I can connect with! watching your eyes bug out.... I feel the lock on me loosen

Tobias Kane
AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!! I knew you weren't done yet but I thought I had you on the run. Never underestimate the Texas Titan. Your first counterattack breaks up the nerve hold, but I’m sure my nails dug some nasty furrows in your pecs before I had completely lost my grip. Your punches stun me, my eyes roll back in a moment of darkness. By reflex, my arms draw back and pound down on your traps as my legs drop off you before I raise my hands in an instinctive defensive guard.

Erik Atlas
Your legs drop off - you chop my traps hard stopping my flurry of punches and I fall back... GASPING... my chest streaked with nail marks from that tearing escape from that claw grip... it hurts, but it's all part of the job. On my back gagging... my insides feel bruised but I didnt piss myself from the pressure, little happy things... I get up, gagging... hearing the drifters howling for me... I get up and drive my boot into your gut hard! Watching Tobias gasping from that hit... it went off like a Tycho drum too - I got these boots and all the party gear... JUMP boot STOMP on Tobias’ guts BOOOM!

Tobias Kane
OOOOMMMMPPPHHH!!!! Your big boots crash into my gut, not quite flexed for the hit. GODDAM! I grunt hard, the wind knocked out of me again, what the hell do I have to do to even slow you down, much less stop you? I use the momentum of your impact jackknifing me to pound my fists up into your abs. They should be pretty sore from the scissors. BAM!

Erik Atlas
I HIT feeling mighty smug...UGHHH …FUK. That hit scored… the hit DROPS me off you onto my ass!... gawddammit... my guts sure feeling this, but I know yours are too... scrambling to my feet, holding the wall... You’re behind me... MULE KICK behind me! aiming for that meaty right leg...

Tobias Kane
On my feet too, coming at you. See the mule kick coming; earlier in the match, I could have totally dodged it, but I’m slow enough now it hits my thigh though not quite with full impact. Still, it hurts like a motherfucker!

I wade in, wrap my massive arms around your broad chest, grip you tight, and push off. I engage my tiring arms, grunt again, as I toss you over me in a belly-to-back suplex.

Erik Atlas
I feel you take the hit and fall onto my back... those arms SLAM around my waist.... your thick muscular chest sucks to my back... oh... shit…. UP and we SLAMMMMM on the floor! HIT.... laid out on the floor dazed.... gawddammit scrambling to get up... ok I’m flailing like a wet sloth, but... I mean well.. I make it up to my knees

Tobias Kane
I slowly get to my feet, too. This high-impact match with such a big and powerful opponent is taking its toll. But the challenge has made my adrenaline and testosterone peak. I want to take the big man down! And I know exactly what I want to do with you when I get you there. I lick my lips with anticipation as I move to a three point stance. When you get to your feet, I charge, my shoulder aimed at your damaged abs.

Erik Atlas
You take aim.... seeing you coming.... timing critical! caint fuck this up... UGHHHHH!!! We HIT!!! I throw back my weight PULLING my knees up...ROLLING and KICK!! MONKEY flip you..... my guts take a hit but you go FLYING (without tower clearance even) nice skid mark Tobias!.... my gut HURTS... gagging...getting up... fuk... gasp...

Tobias Kane
UUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!!!! Before I figure out what you’re up to, I’m suddenly airborne, flying heels over head. I slide all the way to the dome wall, fuck, this IS the fight I wanted! I pull myself up on the latticed dome wall. I can tell we're both hurting. My back to the wall, I suck in air before the next exchange.

Erik Atlas
I get up holding my guts... knowing we're close to the edge of round one... CHARGE AT TOBIAS close and FIRE BOTH HANDS INTO YOUR HUGE PECS - LUGGAGE HANDLES! - double pec claw LIFT and SLAM you against the Dome Wall! Watching the whole thing shake TWIST left and right..."NICE pecs! Time for some payback!! Don’t worry, I’ll kiss ‘em later…" BRICKBREAKING HAND POWER... wrenching into your chest... sweat running on both of us.

Tobias Kane
AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!! HOW THE FUCK IS HE STILL THIS STRONG?!?!!? Suffering as you lift me, tearing my pecs hard. I hold your wrists trying to minimize the pain. You think you’re joking about kissing my pecs but I intend to hold you to that threat. But right now, I have plenty of work to do. We’re close to the end of Round One and I need to finish it with a big move.

Dripping sweat, cock hard and dripping as much as my waterfall of sweat. I drive my knees into your sides as you suspend me as I spear your throat with my fingers.

Erik Atlas
GAGGING hard I drop you staggering back….

[The gong sounds END ROUND ONE] ANNOUNCER; ROUND TWO - THUNDERDOME FLYING DEATH
Two harnesses lower from the roof through the dome and to the ground, 5 point harnesses for each man on 22 foot bungee sets.... boxes placed under each harness and each man climbs up to strap in... at the gong both men use these to launch at each other and use any means necessary to secure a submission from his man...

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Erik Atlas
Staggering... away.... and look up watching this contraption come down from the ceiling. You see my face turn to YOU with wide eyes. Just like the movie THUNDERDOME, i should have seen this coming. We’re going to fly on THOSE? I will be pretending to be graceful here. I have no idea how this works.

I center my emotions and start working in my head something like attack patterns and how to make this work. I strap in. Five point harness. That’s a fucking 40 foot drop and gravity is not kind to big men. My massive body gets packed into the harness.

The holographic drifters howl like animals as we get started

ANNOUNCER
“OWLRIGHT you muverfawkers dint win so you hafta fly in the THUNDERDOME FLYING…” his announcement breaks up in a shower of coughing.

Tobias Kane
I’m not sure I’m glad Round One is over. As much punishment as I took, I think I may have finally been dishing out more than I received. Both of us stumble to the boxes, high enough to get a good bounce from the bungees. I wince in pain as I climb up the box and strap in, knowing I have an advantage in this round after designing this program

I watch you strap yourself into the gear. My dick leaks at the sight of you in a harness. I try not to get distracted by how it hugs your muscles, the leather framing those mountainous pecs. I may have designed this program but I’ve never had an opportunity for a dry run. I crouch, waiting for your move.

Erik Atlas
The cords attached to the ceiling by the staff, one attendant each standing to remove the crates....

I get my shit together and clear my throat... smile seeing you strap in, your awesome chest with mottled bruises over that pretty skin... I strap in... the battle kilt flaring enough for you to see my junk...

ANNOUNCER “AT THE GONG YOU FIGHTERS’ BOXES WILL BE REMOVED - FIGHTERS WILL USE MOMENTUM AND PANIC TO WIN THIS BATTLE.... WHILE WE LAFF AT YOU!”

Tobias Kane
I grin at you, appreciating the bruises and scratches I inflicted on you in the first round. Still standing after that intense round has given me fresh confidence. This match may indeed be mine! I jiggle my junk so you can see too.

Before the box is removed, I chamber up and use my quads to launch me up, gripping the latticework to gain higher ground as you make your move.

Erik Atlas
They take away my crate and I pull myself up the bungee to get a good drop to the ground... and run AWAY FROM Tobias as hard as I can till the bungee forces me to start losing ground... I turn and LAUNCH at him! I FLY arcing up to you GRAB yur foot and PULL you off the roof!

Tobias Kane
I see you hurtling towards me and I hesitate for a moment, not sure how to best defend or attack in this situation. You grip my ankle and begin to peel me from my grip on the latticework of the dome. If you pull me off, I won’t be able to gain any momentum on my own and I’ll be helpless in midair. I DRIVE my other foot down at you, aiming the heavy boot at your face.

Erik Atlas
BAMMMMM boot hits my FACE! your downward momentum HITS me hard trying to block but wild flight with no test flights before this... I get driven back to the floor and your momentum deadens from the impact.... My feet HIT the floor.... I JUMP and just say fuckit to control, my face bleeding and dazed... and aim to HIT you...CANNONBALL !!! - - I CURL hugging my knees and we HIT again! TEXAS LEADSHOT!

Tobias Kane
I kicked you off but my hands are pulled loose from the wall with no room for momentum. I am stranded in midair, without an easy way to reach the dome wall or the floor. AAARRRGGGHHHH!!! We collide again, you crashing into me with a solid hit which knocks me closer to the dome wall. I strain to twist over you and kick you down to the ground, trying to use the leverage of your own momentum and mass to grip the dome over you.

Erik Atlas
You KICK me hard and fire yourself to the roof...I got myself turtled up pretty well at this point and the KICK carves into my trap muscle - my shoulder skinned by your boot... my head is reeling... I hit the floor and KICK off angled... MISFIRE! I kick off at an angle and TUMBLE as I rise up to the roof... aiming at you 298 pounds of huge muscle, arms flailing akimbo to get control of my trajectory the crowd of drifters howl in hysterics

Tobias Kane
I see you plummet down from my kick and launch back up at me. I’m hanging off the wall like a sitting duck - well, a hanging duck! - if you hit me. I launch down at you to meet your charge. I’m already committed to the move with no way to adjust my course when I realize that your botched launch propelled you out of my trajectory. Both of us are hurtling fast and will pass each other.

Erik Atlas
In a classic Warner brothers moment you hurl PAST me almost screaming, flailing to grab at me. I realize my angle is across your bungee and we hit cords about midway…. My trajectory lurches hard as my cord spirals around yours and we spin in quickly closing circles!. I close my eyes so I aint sick from this…. getting ready for the inevitable collision!

Tobias Kane
The audience is laughing uncontrollably as our bungees cross and tangle in the Keystone Kops version of aerial combat. Both of us get jerked out of our flightpaths as we lose any control over our momentum and begin a dizzying spiral. It’s clear how this is going to end and it’s gonna hurt. I want to close my eyes but I am almost hypnotized by our movement towards one another.

Erik Atlas
I spin hard and work to turn my body and try to hit you chest to chest… and I blow it. Wow I barely can tell where you are. I open my eyes and grab snagging your ankle. My legs open and that crushing grip of the Deathsqueeze bodyscissors is ready to grip around you…

Tobias Kane
I expect our bodies to collide with each other face to face but the laws of physics have something else in mind. The centripetal force turns us sideways as the spiral closes. Facing opposite directions, I feel you grasp my ankle and begin to draw me between your lethal thighs. Well, two can play that game, even though I think the odds are not particularly in my favor. I grip your legs, then muscle my thighs around your waist, both of us in midair. You tighten your grip on me and we both know what we’re going for. Those huge legs! I feel them yawning to get hold of me. I try to get you into my scissors first but this looks like it’s going to be a tie.

Erik Atlas
AWUGHHHHH FUKKK... head still spinning from that mislaunch! Your legs are the cleanest grip I can get on my landing… CLAMP! “UGHHHHHH FUKKK fukkk!!” ... my body hurts...shaking my head... working to recenter my focus. ok ok... working to get deeper three dimensional thinking... I CLAMP my massive legs around your body and SQUEEZE in retaliation! Your body sinks into the smothering embrace of 33” quads!

My breath is crushed thinner! Your legs swallow my ribs FUCK. I didn’t want that. Feeling your smooth skin clamp around me, a sudden deep realization that I'm a primate not a fkn bird sinks in. In spite of the pain from the crush on my already tenderized ribs, it feels MUCH better than flying out of control! My hand on your leg takes a moment to explore and my legs feel the meaty muscled torso of yours compressing under the crush POWER of my hard trained legs! That’s GOOD. My cock snaps solid and I wanna fuck you so bad. My body is already hurting and now the vice is grinding on me again. I push on your legs as we bounce slower and slower as we crush the fuck out of each other…

Tobias Kane
Locked in each other's scissors, the flaps of our kilts flying open, I feel my crotch pressing into yours and DAMN your dick is porn star sized. We grind together, shafts rockhard, feeling your cock leaking pre on my ball sack. If getting you aroused is part of the win, I think I have you right where I want you!

You feel my legs crush with less than the power you might feel on land in a normal match. This is why I wanted this kind of match - I have you tight and your leverage sucks as well. So does mine but it somewhat neutralizes your advantage. Finally, fighting against your engulfing grip fails and I feel your legs bending my ribs, and I’m struggling to breathe.

We crank up the pressure, our entwined bodies hanging in midair as we duel for supremacy. Moaning, groaning, I grip your muscular buttcheeks for leverage, your hole exposed.

Erik Atlas
OHHHH FUKKKK.... no coach prepped me for THIS... your legs so fucking strong in this position.. It’s a big surprise to me. Size is not really the issue, the crush power is. You’re carving into my thick body and I flex hard to resist the crush. I’m in the same power position and I think I’m stronger. I pour everything into my legs, shaking the grip hard! and go for victory taking the damage yur dealing! I'm python power and yur a greasy anaconda... AWUGHHhhhhfukkk.... ok gasping as we get strung and swing momentum stalling I CRUSH to see if i can make you give... gasp my best breath.... SQUEEEEEEEEZE!

Tobias Kane
AUGHHH! shit… gasping… The squeeze on me is incredible! The true power of the mighty Atlas crushing me, I can hardly breathe! The pain is twisting my vision and I’m fighting for every gasp of air. I crank up the pressure, feeling your body bend more, but you’ve cranked it up more. If we continue, win or lose, we may both be in for serious injury.

Erik Atlas
Your legs CUT INTO ME HARD... momentary gagging...red faced… My ribs feel white hot fire now. So is my cock! I follow the urges of my cock and I DRIVE my THUMB into yur ass and try and shock yur defenses.... You shiver from the invasion and your flex falters. This is it! I take the ticket and ride… I SQUEEEZE in FIVE HARD PULSES forcing you to gag on your breathing attempts SQUEEZE CRUSH SQUEEZE shaking SAW deeper SQUEEEEEEEEZE!

Tobias Kane
My RIBS!! “FUCK YOU!” I bark out foolishly as that’s the last of my clean breath! My eyes are wide open in surprise at your quick invasion. I have to stop you…. flexing my ass… SHIT! Ok… I can do this too! I jam my fingers into your hole. the pulses into my body making my guts wrench and I try not to puke. I’m going to be bruised inside for weeks... You’re such a beast I’m not sure I want you on top of me fucking after all this. Or perhaps I do. I have to win…

Erik Atlas
GAWDDD DAMMMIT.... SQUEEEZE brutal hard staying with the plan... "Time… for you… to quit! I will break yur ribs…!" This is my mastery at play. Going for broke… I can take the pain and unleash the JACKHAMMER SQUEEZE pulse after pulse shaking and hammering, shaking your rib cage apart with multiple vibrating crushing squeezes... relentless sweat pouring effort to make you QUIT! yur in my ASS!.... leaving me gasping.... part of my mind not convinced you fucking me would be bad, and putting that aside to drive for the win!

Tobias Kane
AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!! I’ve seen you use the Jackhammer Squeeze in your matches and I thought, that doesn’t look all that painful, this must be staged. Fuck, was I wrong! Your unbelievably strong thighs are cutting into my core, the pulses sending shocks through my internal organs. I can’t put up with this. I tap your thigh and resignedly gasp out. It feels like a freaky monster crushing into me and it isn’t stopping! “I give! Erik, I give!”

Erik Atlas
You tap out and my whole world sings with excitement - I wasn’t really sure going for broke here was going to work. I let you go and we turn chest to chest, I HUG and KISS you...hanging mid air... legs slide around you and I hang on sweat soaked from the effort, but not out of boner... I unhitch your battle kilt... it drops to the ground - that some fine sexy equipment unveiled. I’m still wordless... legs around your waist...your cock pressing into my balls.... KISS YOU with lust and aggression. I unlock finally letting you breathe and turn up chest to chest in the harnesses still. I pull your legs around me and feel your sweat slick body melt into me, wrapping me tight again.

Tobias Kane
I kiss you back hard, my ribs - hell, my whole body! - still aching from the fight and especially that killer squeeze at the end. I’m holding my ribs, checking for cracks. They are badly bruised but not broken. I hope my organs are still intact, though I suspect I may be pissing pink with blood for the next few days.

My dick though is rockhard and throbbing as you pull me close. It’s no secret that I am a bit of a pain pig. I unhitch your kilt as well, leaving us naked and boned, dripping sweat. As you begin to pull me close, I take inventory of my chest, the pecs I am so proud of. I tingle as my fingers brush my nipples, sending even more of a charge to my erection. Reaching down before our bodies are crushed tight in our embrace, I reach for your cock, already lubed with your and my sweat, and give it a long, languid stroke. Your firm shaft feels so good in my grip…..

Erik Atlas
Your hands maul my cock and I feel the fire of deep arousal as my cock leaks. I pull you against me and my cock arcs under your balls, ready to park in the deep places of your lust. PUSHING inside feeling your slick hole parting and letting me in, now I DRIVE INTO you!... the arena hall echoes with my cries of holographic mansex, balls deep in you feeling your amazing ass wrapped on my cock!

Tobias Kane
You begin to turn my body in mid-air. I often feel that I’m floating during sex but now I actually am. I break the kiss and nibble your lower lip, brushing it with the tip of my tongue. I whisper, “To the victor go the spoils.” I feel the head of your cock pressing against the sweaty rosebud of my hole. This battle has made me hungry for you and your victory has made me desire you in me even more. As you begin to press in, I say, “And I love being spoiled.” Your cock thrusts in and I gasp softly as my canal molds itself to the girth of your cock. Your hips are pressed against the globes of my bubble butt as you fill me. I reach behind your head and twist your braided blond hair in my fist, as I pull you back into a passionate kiss. “Fuck me, Erik,” I growl. “Fuck me hard and deep.”

Erik Atlas
Like a change in the air, something shifts and the look in your face moves from battling warrior to smoldering lover. It's not like I never heard of sex with Tobias Kane, but it's another thing completely to feel your body lock onto me and devour my cock with everything you have. Throbbing inside you, I thrust hard, you grab my braid and blur the line of who’s “dominating” who.

My huge arms envelope your body pulling you into me, and the spiderweb hanging fuck turns into a dance of cooperation, I thrust and you drive and we fuck like animals matching thrusts. Feeling the sculpted muscle on your arms and back, reveling in the body you bring to me… you leave me gasping in pleasure and the world burns away and I have nothing but your eyes left. Driving my cock into you like a machine fucking madly.

Sapphire eyes take in yours as I mesh my grip into your soul … this is incredible and not ready for it to end. DRIVING HARD INTOI YOU!

Tobias Kane
I adjust my body in the harness, using the suspension like a sling. I begin rocking my body in unison with yours, pulling back when you do so that the helmet head of your cock is right at my hole. I clench and unclench to massage it before you THRUST back in and I rock my body towards you, your hips and my buttcheeks slapping together with an audible SMACK, each impact sending another spray of sweat into the air. I maintain my grip on your braid to regulate our rhythm and the feel of your massively muscled arms around me makes my bruised flesh tingle. My own dick is rock hard and bouncing with each thrust, leaving trails of pre on both our slick torsos.

Erik Atlas
You see a wicked grin blooming on my face as I feel your cock in my abs. Sweat and muscle, skin on skin, I have your cock trapped between us. I HUG your hips in tighter and FLEX my abs on your cock watching you reel in the sensual pleasure. You work my cock like a champ, amazing how you experience no shame at being moved into the bottom in this bottomless hanging display of floating mansex.

My mouth BITES into your neck, nearly screaming at the salty taste of muscle and skin there. Licking your neck right over that pulseline. A weird theater of animal sensations play in my head as if you were secretly some kind of feral monster wrapped around me working your magic on my cock draining me good. And i go willingly! My cock on fire so close to busting…

Tobias Kane
Our bodies pounding one another in near-bestial rutting. I feel the sex getting more primal, more ferocious, as our animal lust for one another rises. My dick is throbbing as I feel your abs tighten and squeeze it tight between our humping bodies. Fresh sweat begins to pour, puddling in the trough between our pecs and bellies. You pull me even tighter and I feel your teeth gripping my throat. A feral snarl rumbles up through me, as our inner beasts are unleashed. Your tongue begins to play on my neck, tracing the jugular I know so well from my time in the Wolf’s mind. My eyes momentarily turn to blue as the true beast inside me longs for release to claim you as his. “He’s mine!” I growl, perhaps puzzling you if you even heard me over the sounds of our savage sex, and I push him back. The fingers of my free hand rake the broad, sweat-soaked muscles of your back, almost like talons, as I feel you THROB inside me.

Erik Atlas
My teeth rake your throat and you taste amazing! That spot is a wild-button favorite for me giving or receiving. Your primal response is almost a pure animal growling braid of our spirits together. I feel your ass clamp on my cock and I can’t pull out to thrust! I hear a word come from your deep voice “...mine!” It hints at what you might look like when all your humanity strips aside and the beast inside is unveiled.

It’s INFECTIOUS
I WANT YOU MORE instantly!

IN MY HEAD I wonder what you just did to me and in my dick I don’t give a SH!T! My arms CRUSH INTO YOU squeezing and starving cry of lust tears from my throat! My cock pulls back and slams in a thunder of thrusts! You take it like a black hole of sexual thirst and I’m still unaware of any time I felt this level of PRIMITIVE joy of DOMINATION! Slamming my cock into you, my load churning hard. My hackles rise and I ERUPT firing a salvo of Titan juice into you. My thick arms crushing into your body hard!

Tobias Kane
I feel your cock trapped in my fuck canal and I give it a few more rectal pulses until I hear your breathing grow ragged and I know I have you on the edge. Trapped between our sweaty muscular abs, my own dick is so close to exploding and it does when I feel the geyser of your load flood me inside. It’s a prodigious amount of cum being launched into me and I gasp as I give up control of my own orgasm. You feel my shaft throb between us as it tries to blast a load of jizz into the air but is caught between our hard, wet bodies. It’s a huge load that built up during our long, grueling physical contact. The cum mixes with my sweat and drips down my sides, splattering on the ground below.

Erik Atlas
I feel us slowly dropping to the arena floor as man juice drops from us to the dusty floor. My throat is raw from the animal cries of pleasure that were torn from me. My ribs throbbing from the climax of the match and the disorientation from flying like this makes me wonder if I'll be able to stand. My thick legs take my weight as we hit the floor. I realize I’m holding you bodily, feeling your raw pleasure vertigo staying with you. “I got you…” whispered in your ear as I held you up. I disengage the bungee and stand on my own for a solid minute before freeing you so at least one of us is standing when they come off.

The holographic freaks hanging off the dome howl like animals as we bask in their bloodlust.

The GONG signals the official recognition of my victory, and after that cosmic fuck with you, I really don’t care. I can see the sexual spell you keep on men and not surprised you’re fought over.

Tobias Kane
I would be happy to be held in your massive arms after the intense fight and fuck regardless but I’m especially grateful as my feet touch the ground and I find my legs have turned to rubber. I lean into you, my head pressed against your shoulder, my arms have no more strength as I wrap them loosely around you. I’m in no rush to break this physical contact between us. The musky aroma of blood, sweat, and cum wafts into my nostrils from our sore and battered bodies. I can hear our hearts still beating fast with my ear held against your pec.

Erik Atlas
I hold you with your legs around me, your sweat slick skin something I can’t get enough of. My lips find your neck and I feel my pulse quicken, my cock already saying more is good. “How’d I do boss? Did I pass the audition?” Chuckling as I feel us blasted by the illusionary hot winds of the desert surroundings. I wipe a splatter of blood from your face. It looks better clean.

Tobias Kane
I grin as you ask me and call me “boss.” I grab your blond braid again and pull your face close to mine. I press my mouth to yours as I lean harder against you. My other hand caresses your bruised and clawed pec. My dick is still half-hard and I slide it between your sweaty thighs just under your bull balls.

I break the kiss slowly, licking your lip as I pull away. “What makes you think the audition is over, Mister Atlas?” I whisper with a slight smirk. I look up at you and you look back at the simmering heat of desire in my eyes. My face reads like a map of insatiability as my hand grazes down your chest to your cum-and-sweat-soaked ab wall. “HP is a porn company, after all…..”

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Published: 2023-09-04, viewed 241 times.