Destroyer of Peace (for Gadot)

Despite what Casi thought, the idea of cumming in his pants was a huge turn on for him. He couldn't explain why, its something he liked. His heart rate was starting to race and his breathing evolved into open mouth panting, his body trembling under the ministrations of Casimir. Forget the pain, Dave...just focus on the pleasure, and it will be over soon.

Casimir's job was to make sure he didn't forget about the pain! He cranked that pin on a bit more for a moment, continuing to rub him off more and more. "Come on, David. You know you don't have much left in you to keep holding out on climaxing. Just cum for me, David. This will all be over quicker if you just do that for me." What, other people didn't get off on pain? Weirdos.

Dave yelled out again as the pin was yanked, the pain jolting him momentarily out of his thoughts. Hearing Casi's words, Dave blushed a bit more, a mix of pleasure and humiliation plain on his face. Seeing no way out however, he was forced to do as he was told. Casimir's rubbing grew faster, and the occasional moans turned to pants, as Dave's mouth hung open and his eyes were clouded, overcome with the longing for his orgasm.

"AHHHH!!!!" He cried out, his body quivering while a dark stain spread through his wrestling tights, his seed splatering on Casi's hand as well as David's legs and stomach.

T'ch. The little prick had climaxed on his hand. Casimir pulled his hand out and looked at it for a moment, letting Dave's legs drop back to the floor. He got off of Dave, reaching up -- and rubbing his hand off on Dave's face, as if it were his reward.

No matter, he'd be done with this little prick soon enough. He reached down and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up to his feet. His fingers twined around that slender neck, tight enough to leave a bruise that wouldn't go away; Dave would need to drink his food through a straw after this. He walked over to the corner and began climbing up the ropes, not even bothering to banter with his opponent. He just picked him up like he weighed nothing, holding him up high by his throat -- and jumping off, slammed him down on the pavement with that hand around his throat.

The kid was done for. Just had to leave his mark. With that, he got up -- and started stripping his pants off for a moment, humming as he did so.

Dave was nearly out at this point. He barely even felt the man wipe his cum-covered hand on his cheek. The hand that wrapped around his throat squeezed hard, , sending more stabs of pain through his body and eliciting a choking noise from his mouth. His body swung like a pinata when Casi lifted him up on the top rope, before jumping off and slamming him into the floor. Dave's body jerked before going still, with a gash near his forehead that was starting to bleed lightly. He was well past knocked out at this point.

T'ch. They just don't make jobbers like they used to. Casimir looked over at Dave as he just jerked his body for a moment, quirking an eyebrow. He shrugged for a moment, before taking his jockstrap off and pulling those blue tights back on. He continued to hum softly, bending over and pulling Dave's own shorts off, leaving him naked, before stuffing the jockstrap into his mouth and the shorts over his head. There, now he was properly dressed up!

With that, Casimir just smirked down at him and walked away, out of the ring.

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It was another half hour or so before anyone found Dave.

Poor sick Ronin, having been stuck at home, had tried to text Dave and ask him to grab more soup for him. When he got no reply, he began to wonder if something had happened. So he steeled himself to go outside to the supermarket -- and the gym was on the way back, if he took the scenic route. So after hitting up the supermarket, he made his way over to the gym, to see if Dave was around.

"Dave?" he called out as he peeked in -- but it was still deserted. He frowned for a moment, about to call it quits -- when he saw those familiar grey shorts sticking out. With no legs. He dropped the bag for a moment, walking quickly over -- and he crouched down in front of Dave, moving to extract the pants. He recognized the "dress up", and gave a small shudder. So he was around. He reached down and pulled that balled up jock out of his mouth before slapping Dave's cheek lightly. "Dave? Hey, Dave. Wake up!" Jeez, that gash looked bad. He'd have to take care of it.

Dave was still out like a light, only just starting to come back after Ronin slapped his cheek. He couldn't move without the stabs of pain moving through his back and skull.

"Ronin?" he called weakly, feeling the warm blood running down his head, along with his blurry vision.

Shit, Casimir had gotten to Dave good. Probably cornered him after Dave finished practicing, like he always loved to do. He stripped his shirt off in a heartbeat, reaching up to press it against Dave's gash. "Yeah, it's me. Sorry this happened to you." He pulled his hand away so he could cough into his arm, before standing up.

He was just clad in a pair of black jeans and shoes now, since he gave Dave the shirt. "Look, I'm gonna take you back to my place. Do you mind if I put your shorts back on…?" He wasn't sure what had been done to them, so he wanted to make sure; he held up the grey shorts to show him what he meant.

The gash also had made Dave a bit woozy, not able to think straight. After hearing Ronin's plan, he nodded dumbly, letting Ronin dress him again, gasping slightly when his back was moved. One thing was certain: there was no way Dave was walking to Ronin's place. The fact that he was even AWAKE was a miracle in and of itself!

As Dave gasped when his back was moved, Ronin bit his lip. He couldn't move. Damn that bastard. He gave a small sigh down at Dave. "This is gonna hurt a bit." Well, not just a bit -- a lot. He reached down -- and scooped Dave up into his arms. The initial movement probably hurt Dave a ton, but then as he was settled into the crook of Ronin's arms, it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad.

He picked up the soup carefully on his way out, carrying Dave directly to his apartment -- which was when he remembered the reason why he didn't really want Dave or anyone coming here. But this was an emergency. "Ah…just as a heads up, this might not be the…safest place around. And the apartment's a bit cramped, but it was the best thing I could afford…" He sounded embarrassed.

But he took Dave up the rickety stairs to the second floor nevertheless, digging into his pocket while holding Dave with one hand and pulling out his keys, using it to unlock the door. Small, was a bit of an understatement -- the area basically was big enough to fit the bed Ronin had, a queen, and maybe enough room for a small dining room table if he had it. The kitchenette and fridge were off to the side in the middle of the small empty space, and there was a doorway that led to the bathroom.

He set Dave down on the bed before rushing into the bathroom. "Is there anything I can grab for you? Water? Advil?"[/color]