A Rematch Between Two Giants: Bill the Crusher Rev Citrine

[MapleR]

Second verse, same as the first it seems.

There had been a pause before the second crash, and in that pause, Rev had been able to just barely gather his bearings....and the wave of humiliation that hit when he did only served to spur on more tears. Tears that flowed as freely as the blood from his nose, unable to stop either with how weak he felt. His own move, Bill was using his own goddamn move against him, and he was powerless to stop it. It was only his own stubborn pride that kept him from giving up.

Because there had to be a way out. He wasn't out yet. He wasn't going to lose to this fucking manchild, no matter what Bill put him through! Not after this match. He'd sooner leave on a goddamn stretcher than submit to the other man after everything Bill put him through...after all the goodwill Bill willingly and gleefully tore through and ripped up.

But...none of it mattered now, did it? Bill crashed down on his face a second time, and the agony of his broken nose getting smashed in again nearly made him pass out then and there. There was a tightness in his throat he'd never felt before in the ring, and it took all of his remaining willpower to keep back the sob from breaking through. And yet, in spite of all of this, perhaps because he had time to prepare, the second attack hadn't rattled him as much as the first one had...but that also didn't matter.

His body would follow his orders. He tried, and failed, to even just WEAKLY move up his arm. But the pain was too much, and the fight had taken it's toll on his body. And yet, he wasn't going to give up. Through sheer stubborness, he was able to make ONE type of counterattack.

CHOMP!!

It wasn't much. And he knew he was about to be in for a world of hurt for the stunt he was pulling, straight up chomping down on Bill's ass. But he'd sooner get his shit rocked than go down like a bitch. That was Bill's schtick, and even if he lost he'd die before it was due to being a bitch and a coward like the mask man!

[Lycanstar]

CHOMP!!

Bill's head shot up. But no scream escaped. Even with the tiresome Rev's teeth pinching his skin; Bill had something more pressing on his mind than the pain.

It was over. There was 0 chance Rev had any give in himself to turn this around. He knew it, Bill knew it, the audience knew it. And yet even so- the blatant ignorance to his own situation was seemingly lost to the main encapsulated between Bill's cheeks at this very second.

No. Nope. That's it. Bill stood up in a huff, grabbing his bit rear for a brief second before uncharacteristically faltering as he made his way to his feet in a enraged huff. He was shaking all over- not from the sexuality but from pure unwavering rage. He stared down at the barely moving Rev and even without the mask you could tell his expression- His veins were popping and entire body tense- his hands were half gripped out as if he was about to rip something.

With an angry huff, Bill wasted no time in aggressively flipping Rev onto his stomach- he knelt down and with no fanfare or warning went for the last thing he could possibly do to drive the point across-

He pressed his fingers forward, straightening his palm. Falling down onto Rev's back he mounted the pinkette and with one motion of his right hand- stuck it right up Rev's ass. Bill reached in deep- and once he had nowhere else to go, his hand formed into a tight fist and he rammed it in Rev's ass like a jackhammer. There was no love in this action- Bill was about as careless and mean spirited as he possibly could be. Angry exhales of exertion could be heard as both bodies jutted forward with every thrust and push- Bill's grunts reverberating between the pair all the while...

[MapleR]

Rev wasn't a prude by any means. While he obviously had his limits, it was just as obvious that he enjoyed a varied sex life. The fact that he worked for LAW in spite of not needing the money by any means made this clear. And to imply he was inexperienced would be a blatant lie. All this to say, he's been fisted in the past, enjoyed it, even. It was a deceptively painless act if done properly with someone you trusted.

This was not the proper way, purposefully so.

Bill thought okay to mock his disability twice in their last match, and then he had the audacity to act like the victim in this one. He was not someone Rev trusted even as a coworker.

White hot pain blindsided him and left him seeing stars as it felt like fire engulfed his lower half. He opened his mouth, his lack of voice being the only reason the bloodcurdling scream he so desperately wanted to let loose wasn't heard.

The dam fully broke. The pain overwhelmed him like no other, a dark pit forming in his gut as his throat tightened and his teeth ground together. It was a mercy no one could hear him. A mercy his hair covered his face at the moment so no one could SEE the humiliation as he was brought to ugly sobs, the only hint Bill would get being the muted hiccups that bubbled in his throat and the rumbling of his frame being felt underneath.

Worst of all, however, the pain wasn't the only thing brought on. Bill was doing this to hurt him, that much was obvious...but the pleasure of the act was still there. He could still feel himself begin to harden as his body was violated by his masked opponent. It was enough to bring him to try and move, futilely. He struggled, pushing against the matt but it wasn't enough. He legs kicked out and it wasn't enough. He tried raising his body and it wasn't enough.

The pain and humiliation and pleasure of it all had caused a surge of energy he didn't know he had left in his reserves...and none of it was enough. His body was still too weak, too battered, to EXHAUSTED from the fight to do anything about it. He doubted his renewed struggle would even be enough to mildly inconvenience Bill, much less make a difference...and this only caused another wave of rage and sorrow to wash over him. He couldn't fight back, only be forced to endure as his opponent's fist crushed his prostate that sent waves after waves of torturous pleasure through him, making his toes involuntarily curly and his cock begin to throb once more.

[Lycanstar]

Of course he was getting off to this. Bill had unfortunately gotten to know Rev very intimately during this match and their past encounter- so when Bill realized Rev's inaction was most likely caused by his desire for more... it only made Bill that much angrier. This being of pure hardly contained lust could not stop being a pain in his... well, his ass. It could have been simple- a soft domination of two warriors with a combined love for their craft; perhaps some intimate holds with a more romantic heir about them- but no. No, Rev just had to be the kind of aggressive honey badger that pushed every single one of his buttons. He deserved every inch that Bill forced his ass with- maybe at some point he might learn a lesson.

Learn his lesson... who the fuck was Bill kidding himself- this pink haired motherfucker hadn't learned a single thing at any point during their encounters. Why the FUCK should he have the dignity to even BE in the ring with a proper dominator like Bill? Every single thought and burning memory made Bill only go harder; and faster. He was shaking from head to toe with rage as he forced his fist as deep as he possibly could- but staring at that pink hair... was infuriating him. The mere thought of Rev having any sense of self as Bill treated him like a fuck toy in HIS ring was bringing him to do something unimaginable.

To Rev, it felt like Bill slowed down for a minute; the sound of exertion and heavy exhales from the masked man was replaced with the sound of cloth shifting... but the two had such little between them; what could..?

Suddenly; Bill's mask was pulled tight over Rev's face. Unfortunately for Rev; it was backwards- meaning He was completely blinded and breathing would become a greater challenge! For Bill it meant...

He had shown his true face in public. The entire audience was silent for a brief moment as the real man behind the imposing skull was exposed. Everyone in the arena aside from Rev could see the raw and unbridled rage on the human behind the dominating mask. But to Bill- all he was staring at was a skull sewn into a piece of cloth pulled against the back of his enemies head. He gritted his teeth and the fist kept hammering away at Rev's insides.
"YOU ARE FUCKED, YOU HEAR ME?! FUCKED!!!"

[MapleR]

I...I just wanted a normal fight for once...

The audience watched silently, uncomfortably so following Bill's declaration. Seeing this man's face had already been a shock for all of them, but the sheer malice and rage that coated his voice like ichor suffocated the air in the area. This audience, so ready to relish in the earlier bloodlust and play the role of booing audience befitting the two heels, suddenly felt more like concerned onlookers, unsure if this was simply a show anymore or if they were watching something they were never meant to.

This uncomfortable and suffocating feeling among the audience only increased when they realized Rev wasn't fighting back.

Rev himself...wasn't even able to truly endure anymore. He couldn't move his legs, he couldn't see anymore his inside felt like they were on fire, the mask on backwards inhibited his breathing, and his throat ached from his sobs. Something that only made his chest ache further in a desperate bid for air. He couldn't even breathe through his nose, and his world was spinning.

Because for all that pain. The burning of his insides, the bruises covering his body, his horrific migraine, his sore throat, his aching balls, his ass that he wouldn't be shocked was bleeding from Bill's forceful ministrations

...each jab to Rev's prostate, jabs that only increased in frequency and brutality as Bill yelled something and then blinded him, sent agonizing waves of pleasure through his body. The pleasure made the pain more palpable and vice versa, creating a vicious cycle of sadomasochism that made his cock ooze pre into his jockstrap.

The humiliation, the pain, the pleasure, sorrow, hatred, frustration. It was drowning him. He couldn't think. It was too much. It was too fucking much. A certain pressure was growing inside him The aching and banging in his head grew as this pressure did...and as Bill shoved in particularly hard, both snapped at once.

The damn was crushed under the flood of pressure and pleasure, and his mind snapped in two as his world fizzled out like firework.

And this was when the audience, after several moments passed of Rev continuing to take punishment...realized he wasn't moving anymore. From certain angles, it was hard to tell if he was even breathing. He had shot his load, that much was obvious from the closest onlookers seeing the mat underneath Rev be stained from fresh cum leaking from his jock. But that was the final sign of life he showed.

Yet no one said anything. Either out of reluctance to interfere of fear for what Bill might do to them if they try to cut his punishment short, the crowd continued watching as Bill fisted his downed opponent.

Would Bill notice that his opponent was unconscious? It seemed as though victory was now in his grasp!