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It was easy work holding Jackhammer in the air above him, and Crunch enjoyed the view of the muscled Asian’s straining body has it hung like a hammock in his hold.

“You’re flying now, Astro Boy!” he laughed, making reference to Jack’s heritage.

Jackhammner’s body trembled with the strain, and sweat began dripping from his face. With a painful twist of the hips, he swung his butt up towards the roof of the car, releasing himself from the back-breaking arch he was hanging in. The move toppled him over and he landed with a thud on the back seat.

Crunch reacted immediately, sitting up and ramming an elbow in Jackhammer’s stomach. Jack doubled over, winded and felt a muscled arm wrap around his neck from behind. The choke hold tightened and Crunch locked Jackhammer into a half-nelson.

Jackhammer gagged, his face going red as his free hand clawed fruitlessly against Crunch’s choke. He couldn’t breathe and the back seat of the car left little room for maneuvering. He brought his knees up to his chest and kicked out, as hard as he could against the seat.

The force of the kick slammed him back against Crunch and the crack of metal snapping echoed in the chamber as the driver’s seat snapped from its mooring. It tilted over the dashboard and the duo shot over the seat’s backing and through the broken windscreen, catapulting off the car and onto the road. The impact separated them and Jackhammer staggered to his feet, rubbing his throat.

Crunch rose to his feet confidently, smiling.

“Had enough?” he asked, clenching and unclenching his fists menacingly.

“The party’s just starting,” Jackhammer grinned. Somehow, he felt alive, despite almost being taken down a moment ago. It felt good to finally face a real challenge.

They lunged at each other and as their hands grasped each other’s shoulders, Crunch twisted around, spinning on the spot to slip in behind Jackhammer. He hauled his opponent into a full nelson but Jackhammer dropped to the ground, slipping out of the hold and somersaulting backwards between Crunch’s legs. He ended in a standing position, pulling Crunch into a full nelson instead.

Crunch roared, massive biceps powering down, but Jackhammer pulled back hard, lifting Crunch’s feet off the ground. The full nelson was one of Jackhammer’s favourite holds: two bodies pressed tightly together, oiled by sweat; groin on arse; muscles straining; and when you’re stretching your opponent so tightly, it’s hard for them to breath. What wasn’t to like about all that?

“You think you’re up for some Asian Persuasion?” Jackhammer puffed, lifting Crunch’s feet off the ground again.

Crunch growled like a wounded animal and kicked back with his feet, connecting with Jackhammer’s shins. Crunch bent at the hips, flipping Jackhammer over his shoulders. Jackhammer landed on his feet in front of Crunch but as he looked up, a fist connected with his cheek. He spin around from the blow, crashing head first into a brick wall.

Crunch grabbed Jackhammer by the hair and slammed him head first into the wall again. Bricks crumbled against the force and Jackhammer staggered. His eyes were glazed over as he fell back against the wall, reaching up to pull Crunch’s hand from his head. His torso was left exposed and Crunch landed a fist in Jackhammer’s stomach.

Jackhammer fell to his knees gagging. Crunch moved in behind him, standing over his back now. Bone-crushing thighs squeezed around Jackhammer’s ribcage and Crunch dropped backwards to the ground, hauling Jackhammer face up over him. Jackhammer cried out. The leg lock squeezed against his ribs as two arms hooked under his own and pulled him into a full nelson.

The opposing forces of Crunch’s legs and arms threatened to rip Jackhammer in half. It was a torture rack like Jackhammer had never experienced. He was stretched to breaking point and still Crunch was taking it further. There was no air left in Jackhammer’s lungs. His ribs were being crushed. And the daylight that danced on his tormented body was fast fading to black.

Chapter 7

Quake adjusted the towel around his waist and plonked himself on a chair in the control room to play back any recent activity on the monitors. He shook his head with a smile as he watched Bounce freak a few pedestrians, then switched off the recording.

He spun around in the chair with a childish ‘whee!’ before sighing at the empty room. There was no one home. He was bored. Not just now, but with everything. His last mission had been to stop a dangerously fast police pursuit before anyone got seriously hurt. The police chopper had dropped him in front of the getaway vehicle, where he'd opened the ground with a quick tremor. It took all of five seconds. The speeding car raced by, all four tires blowing out as they hit the crack in the road. It skidded to a halt and the police were waiting to nab the bad guys.

Bad guys? Ha! What’s the world coming to? He thought. Whatever happened to the good old days of crazed villains with super powers of their own? They seemed so far and few between that there weren’t enough to go around any more.

Bored, bored, bored! Perhaps he should have stayed in Egypt. At least he could pass the time shaking the ground lose for archaeologists!

He absentmindedly fondled his chest hair as he sauntered over to the laundry shoot and peered in. “You okay down there? Did they feed you today?” he shouted into the blackness. The only response was the echo of his own voice.

He grinned and sighed, leaning back against the wall. An angelic figure appeared in the doorway. Quake jumped.

“Bounce!” he exclaimed, looking around for anyone with him. “How did you find this place?”

Bounce smiled and stepped into the room.

“You here alone?” Bounce asked, ignoring the question put to him.

“Are you?”

Bounce nodded. “I’ve come to kidnap you,” he grinned.

“Is that so?” Quake smiled and pushed Bounce back against the wall, pinning him by the wrists. “I think you have some explaining to do.”

“Oh, I have more to do that that,” Bounce chuckled, breathing in the freshly bathed scent of Quake’s flesh. His arms suddenly turned to rubber and slid through the grip, wrapping around Quake’s forearms like a pair of snakes. He remembered Seduction’s words: “You have a gift. Think outside the playground and learn to use it.”

“What the..?!” Quake frowned, taking a few steps back as he tried to pull his arms free.

“I’m not a kid any more,” Quake grinned. “I’ve been taught by the best.” A flick of his shoulders sent a Mexican Wave shooting down his rubbery arms. As it snapped across Quake's arms, Quake lost his footing, dropping to his knees. A look of surprise covered his face.

Quickly, Quake sent a tremor back up his own arms as he rose to his feet, but the rubbery skin absorbed the shock. Bounce stretched his body up and out in a terrifying blanket of rubber that loomed over the Mediterranean champion. His sudden height lifted Quake’s arms into the air, leaving him dangling on his toes.

Quake tried for another tremor, harder this time, cracking open the floor of the control room and sending furniture jumping into the air. But still Bounce held on, wobbling with the impact but otherwise unaffected. He stepped forward to engulf Quake with his body. Quake kicked out, but the rubbery wall just absorbed that too.

Disbelief filled Quake’s mind. None of them had ever though of Bounce as anything more than a thrill-seeking prankster.

What the Hell is going on?! he thought.

Bounce’s chest smothered Quake's face now, cutting off his oxygen supply as the cocoon sealed around him.  Quake thrashed about, and they rebounded from the wall, but in his leathery state, Bounce’s was immune from the beating.

The duo fell to the floor, rolling around in the dust and fallen plaster until suddenly there was stillness. A moment later, Bounce retracted his skin, returning it to its normal state. He was lying on top of Quake. He lay there for a moment, enjoying the course fur of the unconscious man scratching against him. Then he sat up and looked down at Quake, stroking the finely trimmed beard.

Seduction had been right. All those years of playing around; never once realising his potential! One week ago, the fear of facing Quake would have sent Bounce fleeing in terror. And now here he was, the new champion, feeling stronger and prouder than ever, sitting on top of his prize.

Under Seduction’s rule, they would be unstoppable, and he, Bounce, would be leading the charge.


Make sure you trust the Daddy controlling the juice…..

I have a variety of cock rings in all sizes in my "play kit" as they can be worn in multiples as well.

2 the same size

2 with 1 the right size and the other stacked but 1/4 inch smaller

You can add to the above :

1 -? on the dick itself

1 just behind the corona

1-? around just your balls to stretch them out

I also use leather straps around the balls at times

There are endless varieties here…........ :cheers: :pleasant:

leatherbear knows how to use cockrings to the best advantage for all involved  >:D

Very hard to come back to this thread…...........

When you see that face and smile of his you are seeing into his soul.
He was in life happy,caring,giving,compassionate,intelligent,thoughtful,loving and an endless list of other attributes.

Rest in Peace My Brother

I remember the first time I "spoke" with Tim by PM. It was one of my Call to Service PM's asking that he start and Moderate (Just A SIG Mod) a new SIG for Watersports. He was hesitant at first but so in love with GT.ru that he answered yes and got involved in GT.ru Staff affairs. Really involved. Always striving to make GT.ru even greater than it is.

He and I spoke by phone often,most recently 10 days ago, for him to check on my recovery. This is the man he was. Once you became a "Family Member" then that was it he was your family period. Family in all the little details that came with that title Family. We spent hours discussing his ~ tilde search program. Daydreaming at first and getting more than serious before we finished that call. I do hope we as a staff will see this program through to fruition.

We shared many a laugh together and frankly  a tear or two also. We shared on a level way beyond friends. We shared our demons and our heart and souls entirely. He was truly my "brother" and will be missed as I would miss my blood Brother.

See now he has to be punished for messing up the kitchen…........

I just received a phone cal from David ~ Kinsey 6 / Tim Fry ~ room mate of some 20 years.

Apparently Tim and his ex Boyfriend were fighting last Monday 11/1/2010. The police were called and apparently left the scene. David got home at 11:30 PM but was upstairs. The fight started again and ended with Tim taking a nasty fall. He was taken to the hospital and was in a coma until today.

Tim Fry has died today of the injuries sustained during this fiasco.

I have few details at this point but will update the Staff as David updates me. Ray the BF was asked to move out by David last Tuesday 11/2/2010. No one has seen him since. He is being sought by the police for at least parole violations at this time.

I can not begin to express my thoughts and feelings just now. However, Tim and I spoke by phone weekly and I knew it had been too long with out a call from him. I assumed he was allowing me time to heal after my surgery. I should have called but did not do so.  :cry2:

Rest in Peace My Brother

I remember the first time I "spoke" with Tim by PM. It was one of my Call to Service PM's asking that he start and Moderate (Just A SIG Mod) a new SIG for Watersports. He was hesitant at first but so in love with GT.ru that he answered yes and got involved in GT.ru Staff affairs. Really involved. Always striving to make GT.ru even greater than it is.

He and I spoke by phone often,most recently 10 days ago, for him to check on my recovery. This is the man he was. Once you became a "Family Member" then that was it he was your family period. Family in all the little details that came with that title Family. We spent hours discussing his ~ tilde search program. Daydreaming at first and getting more than serious before we finished that call. I do hope we as a staff will see this program through to fruition.

We shared many a laugh together and frankly  a tear or two also. We shared on a level way beyond friends. We shared our demons and our heart and souls entirely. He was truly my "brother" and will be missed as I would miss my blood Brother.

Please do not stop the "Hi Family" greeting s. For me a reminder is a good thing for us all. That line alone says so much about Tim's character and his feelings for the membership here t GT.ru. I intend to use it as often as I can .

For me this is his legacy at GT.ru!!!!

I also just gave you 50 points. Now you can get out of trouble with ratio.

I approved that 41.95 GB Torrent after discussing breaking it up into smaller segments. This is the way he wanted it uploaded so I approved the torrent.

:rotfl:

::)