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This is a fight club type scenario where Greg meets up
with a small, slender Hispanic boy named Luis. Greg's
5'10" 150 lbs. of slim but powerful muscle goes up
against the little 5'4" 120 lb. street hustler who's
much weaker than Greg but more hardened. They approach
each other on mats laid out in the middle of a large
gay club or warehouse, excited fags all around them
waiting for blood. Greg easily tosses Luis around at
first, but soon the little latino starts to
demonstrate his superior skills. After several minutes
Luis has begun to dominate the bigger boy, Greg's
humiliation growing as their mismatched bodies roll
about.

Once he is firmly under the boy's control Greg's small
and pathetic but beautiful penis grows to its fullest
erection. His own cock expanding to much greater size,
Luis ridicules Greg's puny manhood mercilessly as he
puts the white muscletwink out again and again with
sleepers, chokes, punches, smothers, kicks, stomps.
All the while Greg's rigid erection points straight up
as he is stood up barely conscious to be flattened
again, while members of the crowd add their voices to
the chorus of degradation. Shouted comments like,
"You're so fucking weak!" "You're not even a man!"
"Put that pathetic, tiny-dicked bitch down for good!"
echo through the space as they struggle. Actually,
Greg struggles, his tiny tormentor is having an easy
time of it with Greg's pale, smooth, sweaty, muscular
but helpless physique.

Finally, as Greg stands limp, panting, dripping and
half senseless, the little bastard unleashes a
ruthless barrage. Kicks, punches, knees and elbows
rain down on the slack muscles of Greg's washboard
belly and ripped chest, balls, groin, face and
finally, neck. Gasping and gurgling, Greg plummets
straight back, cock, balls and limp glistening muscles
bouncing on impact with the mat, arms and legs flying
out to lie motionless stretched out from his twitching
body. Deeply unconscious, he lies inert with eyes and
mouth wide open as the boy straddles Greg's face and
begins to fuck his mouth.

As the audience screams in a rage of sexual ecstacy
and bloodlust, Greg remains completely KO'd for at
least ten minutes as his body is used and violated
every which way by the small yet virile victor.
Rocking under the pelvic thrusts of Luis, the pale
dormant body accommodates his driving energy. His
rockhard little cock and shallow breathing are only
the signs that Greg's alive as he is filled, ass and
mouth, over and over with the tiny conqueror's copious
seed. Finally Greg awakens to Luis' plundering of his
ass. Moaning like a teenage girl, Greg cums violently
as his ass is plumbed by the thick brown cock, his
throat with Luis' tongue, and he is easily strangled
back to sleep. After he dumps his sixth load into the
fair-skinned physique, the Hispanic terror is finally
unable to make further use of Greg. So he picks 5 hung
studs from the audience to come out and molest and use
Greg for their pleasure and that of the crowd. Hairy
and smooth, muscular, thin and stocky, white, brown,
black and yellow, these men pillage the end of Greg's
innocence for all it's worth. Tossed this way and
that, crying as he's forced to service them while
conscious, then punched or choked out and molested or
penetrated as he sleeps, Greg's load shoots over and
over. Finally spent, the men return to the crowd.

By now Greg's subjugator has rested enough for one
final blast. He slaps the conquered bitchboy awake and
forces him to stand, legs apart. Arms hanging, cum
oozing from his mouth and ass, down his chest and
swelling his belly, Greg can only obey Luis' commands
and can barely even do that. Luis stands behind the
taller boy and sinks his big organ into Greg's
collapsed and wrecked asshole one more time. As
damaged as Greg is, he still lets out an ecstatic moan
of destroyed, disgraced, unbearable arousal. Thrusting
into his victim's ass, jerking and jiggling his
hapless body, Luis places one hand on Greg's forehead
and with the other grasps Greg's chin. Slowly, he
twists the head to the right as Greg reaches up to
grab his wrists. But Greg's grip is more of a caress
than a credible attempt to stop what's happening.
Reaching the point where it's starting to really be
strained, Greg's neck begins stretching and the pain
starts. Then the real resistance is met and the first
cracks are heard. If it's possible, Greg's deficient
little cock gets even harder than it's been and his
hips begin to slowly gyrate as he cries out.

"Don't do this!" the silky white musclejobber begs
through his trapped jaw. His engorged pink nipples are
poking out like pencil erasers. But the pressure
continues. Pop go whiteboy's vertebrae and his pelvis
is now rocking hard; thighs, pecs and abs rippling;
penis jumping. "No, please!" Greg cries, though his
body seems to scream the opposite. Juicy cock ramming
in and out of his anus, torso in spasms, Greg hears a
loud crunching and his arms fall limp to his sides.
"EEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Searing pain but Greg can still
feel his body as his spinal cord receives its first
damage. His neck continues to be dragged to an
increasingly unnatural angle to the sounds of more
pops and crunches. His hips undulating wildly, Greg
screams, "NO, GOD, PLEASE DON'T!! OH MY GOD
NOOOOO!!!!" and the cum starts flying from his cock.
One last vicious jerk yanks Greg's head to an utterly
impossible position, but the squirting continues.
"Die, you worthless cunt!" says the murderous little
Luis as the destroyed muscular body, still shooting
and convulsing, drops to its spread knees. Greg's head
is pointed straight up and is turned to the right so
that it's looking almost backward. Greg no longer
punctuates the now silent room with his miserable
unmanly cries for mercy. Instead, he merely says
something like, "Glurk bllggggttht bbbll." He's still
conscious and though paralyzed can still feel
unbelievable pain and also his dying body STILL firing
strings of jism. The boy, standing behind Greg's
kneeling, teetering body and jerking off, kicks him in
the back. Greg flops face down with a wet thud, ass in
the air, open, sucking, sperm-gushing anus pulsing
away, perverted little rockhard cock still splattering
its fatal final gusher. Still masturbating over him,
the slayer winds up and kicks Greg's balls with full
force, completely rupturing and demolishing them. Then
he stomps on Greg's quivering asshole as he begins
tossing rope after enormous rope of his semen onto his
back, the back of his neck, and his unnaturally
backward-pointing face. Eyes open and rolled up, a
flood of jism from six different men pours from Greg's
gaping mouth onto the mat as his shamed, soaked body
bucks and convulses its last. The substance coming out
in the last few jets from Greg's penis is a thick red
& white soup from Greg's destroyed testicles.

Finishing, the winner stands over the dying body and
says, "Being a loser, sex slave and rape murder victim
was about all you were ever any good for. But you were
great for that," then kicks the slaughtered sucker in
the face and walks away.