Gay Erotic Stories

Bob Paris vs. Rod Jackson Part 2 The following is complete fiction…just imagination at work Bob Paris felt fear beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach as he watched Ken Shamrock approach. He was still tied by his wrists to the chinning bar and his body was racked with pain. Ken Shamrock was stripping down to a pair of red speedo’s and low cut wrestling boots. Ken Shamrock while not having a bodybuilder’s physique was nonetheless a threatening site tipping the scales at 235 pounds. Bob had no idea what was going to happen but he knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant experience. Ken Shamrock looked at Rod and told him to go somewhere for a while. When Rod closed the door behind him, Ken looked at Bob and said, “It will be better if there are no witnesses”. Ken then proceeded to tell Bob that as of late he had urges that he could no longer control and he more importantly wanted to act on them. He had decided that the breaking of another man would be something he ad never done before but he had always fantasized about it. In the UFC, he had physically dominated men, but the idea of dominating a man mentally as well as physically was something he really desired. Bob Paris looked at him, gave him a glare and told him to “fuck off”. Bob was in bad shape but he had no intention of being broken by this wrestler freak. Bob Paris had endured a lot in his life, both mental and physical, and he figured he could withstand whatever Ken Shamrock had planned for him. Ken then proceeded to untie Bob from his chinning bar and to carry him back into the living room. After being tossed on the floor like a sack of potatoes, he went to the sofa and sat down. Bob shakily got to his knees and looked at Ken Shamrock. The adrenaline flowing through his veins was giving him the boost in strength and stamina he needed to get to his feet. Ken Shamrock slowly got to his feet, looked at Bob Paris, and then charged him. Bob was pushed back to the floor and then pummeled without mercy. After a few minutes Ken stopped and looked at his prey. Bob’s face was a bloodied mess…his upper lip was busted and bleeding, his left eye was swollen shut, and his nose looked broken. Bob was just lying there, moaning in pain. He turned Bob on to his stomach and then applied his ankle lock submission hold, which he had perfected during his stint in the WWF. Bob howled in pain and begged for Ken to stop. Ken Shamrock suprisingly complied. The truth was that Ken had other plans for Bob Paris, and he began to put them in play. He lifted the unmoving body of Bob Paris to the bedroom and tied his arms and legs to the posts of the bed. Bob was semi conscious and Ken slapped him a few times till he was sure that Bob was aware of what was about to happen. Ken had begun to realize that there was a thrill in seeing the look of fear in his defeated opponents. Bob was helpless, he couldn’t move and the look in Ken’s eyes was terrifying. Ken went to his pants and took out a pair of nipple clamps. He then walked over to the prone body of Bob Paris and attached then to Bob’s nipples. Bob cried out in pain and screamed for Ken to take them off. Instead, Ken pulled on the chain that connected the clamps together and Bob’s body was jerked up in a desperate move to keep his nipples from being ripped off. The screams from Bob Paris told the story. Bob was yelling at the top of his lungs for Ken to stop but this time Shamrock did not comply. He was getting a hard on watching the former Mr. Universe squirm in pain and terror. Bob’s body was jerking like crazy and his eyes were wide open in unimaginable pain and terror. Ken Shamrock continued this torture until Bob was no longer making understandable noises and merely making grunting noises reminiscent of animals. Bob Paris awoke from the void of unconsciousness that he had mercifully fallen into. The nipple clamps ad been removed, and his nipples were swollen and a horrible purple color. Bob Paris looked around and then saw Ken approaching with a lit candle. Ken smiled an evil grin and said, “you’re awake, good. Now the fun continues”. He stood over Bob’s prostrate body and tipped the candle so the hot wax dripped onto bob’s body. The wax sent new waves of pain through Bob’s already tortured body. Bob was once again screaming in agony. The pain was more then anything he had ever felt before. How could this be happening to him…why was this animal trying to kill him? The wax was continuing to drip on him and Ken was slowly moving down to Bob’s crotch. Bob watched helplessly as Ken Shamrock ripped off his underpants leaving him completely exposed. The wax began to drip directly on Bob’s penis and Bob felt pain like he never had experienced before. His voice was raspy from all of his screaming, and his body began to shudder violently. Bob Paris begged for Ken to stop, but when Ken looked at him he knew that Ken was barely beginning. Ken Shamrock put the candle down and untied Bob’s legs from the bedposts. He the lifted bob’s legs up exposing his bare ass and smacked him with a paddle that he had brought with him. The paddle struck Bob’s ass over and over till Bob’s ass was a shiny red. Bob Paris was whimpering and sobbing which only inspired Ken Shamrock to paddle him more and more. Ken then let Bob’s legs fall down and straddled his chest and began to smack his face over and over until Bob was once again driven to unconsciousness. Bob Paris woke up to find himself in the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet. Ken stood over him and grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head into the bowl and under the water. He tried to lift his head up but he was not strong enough to break away from Ken’s grip. He was exhausted, and began to accept his fate. He was going to die at the hands of Ken shamrock. Just when he was losing consciousness Ken lifted his head up so that he could breath. Ken then carried Bob to the living room where bob just lie on the floor on his back totally spent. His mind was reeling from the torture he had been forced to endure first from his former lover Rod, and now from Ken Shamrock. Ken went to Bob’s prostrate body and grabbed Bob’s nut sack in his hand and squeezed. Bob let loose with a scream that threatened to break glass. Spittle was coming out of Bob’s mouth and he tried to push Ken away from him but it was no use. Ken Shamrock was just to strong and Bob was exhausted. He began to beg Shamrock to stop his torture. “I’ll do anything you want” Bob yelled! Ken let his hold go and looked into Bob’s eyes. Bob was broken. Ken could see in his eyes that the former Mr. Universe Bob Paris was willing to do anything to stop the pain. Ken told Bob to get to his knees and take his dick in his mouth and suck on it. Bob did as he was told. Ken couldn’t believe what a rush it was to get a blowjob from a man that he had just broken. Ken looked at Bob and told him that from now on he would call him master and he would do whatever Ken told him to do without question. Bob nodded his head and was given a slap on the cheek. Bob looked confused. Ken Shamrock told Bob that he would give verbal answers to all commands. “Yes master” was all that Bob said. Then Bob was turned over onto his stomach and then felt something entering his ass. His cheeks were ripped apart and his ass was being violated. Ken Shamrock’s dick pushed his way into Bob’s ass and Bob went wild. He screamed for his master to fuck him. He lifted his ass so that his master could get a better angle to fuck him. He was in total ecstasy and he didn’t understand why he had ever resisted. This was where he had belonged for his entire life. All of the torture that Bob Paris had been given had turned the once proud bodybuilder and motivational speaker into a submissive slave.