Something To Remember Us By

Matthew Matthias was getting out of the taxi to go into his house. Tonight had not been a good night for him, he had been demolished by Kamo in his debut match and he had to get a dozen wooden splinters removed from his body. He just wanted to get a shower, and get in bed...maybe it was time to finally stay away from them both, for fear of his own body. Matthew slowly unlocked the front door to his house as he tried to keep steady breathing, his house was in the countryside, relatively in the middle of nowhere, as it was peaceful for him and wouldn't have to deal with any drama.

He locked the front door before running upstairs, throwing his clothes in the wash pile and getting in the shower. He had to hold on to the side railings in the shower just to keep him standing, as his back was in terrible shape, he would have to avoid physical activity for a while. He seethed in pain, as the hot water felt horrible against his weakened, bruised body. Eventually he got out of the shower and entered his bedroom. It was a dark blue room, with a double bed opposite a TV, with a closet of his clothes next to it, nothing too impressive, but enough for him to live in. He looked at the time on his watch as he put on his white pair of boxers, 1:30AM, how long had he been in the shower? But alas, he could finally relax in bed. Getting under the covers and slowly letting his body down, he sighed in relief as his day was finally over with. He permanently decided he was going to stay away from the rich guy and his servant now, it had cost a big toll on his body, one he was not willing to go through again. Despite the pain, he eventually managed to fall asleep and prepared for a good nights rest.

A "good night's rest" wasn't what was in the books for Matthew, however. Kamo was pissed from the match -- how dare Matthew do the shit he did during that match? That hentai finisher was humiliating, to say the least, and the fact that Kamo actually bled during his debut match…well, he'd have to teach the kid a lesson, one that he'd make sure he'd never forget. Casimir, on the other hand, was going mostly because of the fact that Kamo told him to. But he also wanted to go, after the humiliating fight that he had in the gym the other day. Though "fight" wasn't the best word for it, considering Matthew was just attacking him, coming out of nowhere. He still had a few marks from that match.

Kamo was fueled by the anger from the match. Fueled with the idea that Matthew had dared to do the shit that he did, and still not come away with an ounce of respect for him, he decided halfway through the last match that he was going to have to take things outside of the ring to handle it. Here he was, Casimir bent over the lock, slowly picking it, before finally it clicked open. Kamo reached over and opened the door, practically shoving Casimir out of the way. He peered around, walking up the stairs with a small smirk, Casimir following at his heels.

He opened to door with a small smirk, looking in at Matthew's sleeping form. He beckoned for Casimir to come closer, before pointing at Matthew. Casimir smirked and nodded, moving forward, closer and closer to Matthew -- before he moved in and grabbed him roughly, picking him up and pulling him in close into a full nelson! Kamo moved forward, grinning at Matthew. "Look what we have here. A little piece of shit, who needs to be taught a lesson." As Casimir held him, Kamo aimed several punches, straight for Matthew's stomach!

Matthew was too far into his state of sleeping to hear his front door open. His eyes fluttered as he heard footsteps in his room, until suddenly he felt himself get bent upwards into a Full Nelson! Eyes at full attention, he looked up to see Kamo's evil form, standing in his bedroom! As he felt the hands tighten around his arms, he knew exactly who it was holding him, Casimir, more then likely pissed at the fact Matthew ambushed him last week as well as flipping him the bird in his match.

"What....the fuck are you doing here?! Get out of my house! Matthew demanded, until Kamo began to unleash some strong fists straight into his stomach. Matthew screamed out at the hits, he was in no condition to fight back, and living in such a rural area, there was going to be no one hearing him. "What.....more do you want from me? You won the match..." Matthew weakly pleaded, still shocked at the situation he was in.

Kamo laughed at him as he looked at Matthew in Casimir's grip, watching him try to demand, then plead after getting punched in the gut, shaking his head. "What more do I want? I want to teach you what happens when you fuck around with me," he replied simply, as if he didn't understand the simple 1 + 1 logic that he was displaying. "And Casimir here wants to give you his own payback for all the shit you did in the locker room the other day. He feels like I went easy on you." He shook his head for a moment, before motioning with his head towards the bed.

As if on cue, Casimir let go of the full nelson, giving him a smirk. He didn't leave him free for long; he grabbed for Matthew's hair, moving to slam his fist into his gut roughly, trying to get him to bend over so he would be able to take him between his legs. He would move to try and fall backwards, getting him in a nasty spike piledriver, keeping him upright and moving to grapevine his legs out as he kept the headscissor on.

Matthew listened to what Kamo had to say, and his expression turned into one of fear, because he was by no means ready for any punishment AKA he couldn't fight back. As Casimir let go of him, Matthew used what little strength he had left in him to reach forward and attempt to punch the blonde in the face, but Casimir grabbed the back of his hair before he could swing his fist, before turning him around and slamming his fist straight into his gut! Matthew screamed as his broken midsection now felt even more broken, sure Kamo was probably not 100% after the match, but he was in much better condition then he was, plus Casimir hadn't even broken a sweat!

Matthew began regretting flipping the bird at Casimir during the match as the blue-haired devil placed his weak head between his thick thighs and picked him up. Casimir held Matthew's limp up in position for a few seconds, allowing the blood to rush to his head and almost demonstrating how weak and easy he was to dominate in comparison, letting the fear kick in before slamming Matthew's head violently with a spike piledriver. Matthew nearly blacked out from the move as he regained his focus, before Casimir's thighs wrapped around his head and blocked his vision, locking in the headscissors. Matthew weakly screamed in the headscissors as his body was still held up in the humilliating hold. The pain was even worse in his condition and he could tell Casimir hadn't showered, as the scent of musk from his crotch found it's way into his nose. "I'm sorry.....I'll do whatever you want....let me go..." Brandon pleaded to Kamo, he wanted this nightmare to end, he'd taken so many piledrivers in the last two weeks, it always seemed to be able to take him out for good.

That look of fear was the last thing Kamo saw before Matthew was completely turned around, those lips coiling up into a smirk. It was brilliant, looking at Matthew as he was caught in that piledriver and slammed onto the floor roughly, making him scream from the headscissor. He moved forward and pressed his heel into Matthew's crotch as he was held up, shaking his head in shame over the other man. "No, I gave you the chance to beg, to plead. And you just tossed it right back in my face. So now, I've gotta teach you a lesson -- one that you'll never forget."

Finally, Casmir dropped Matthew, letting him slam against the floor. Casimir shifted immediately to grab for him, shifting to try and get him stuck in a ceiling hold, much like he did previously, his legs and arms stretching out the man's limbs out roughly. "There ya go~" he offered, clearly making it for Kamo's benefit. Kamo didn't waste his opportunity; he reached his hand down and began to slip it into Matthew's pants, suddenly moving to yank them down. "T'ch. Really?" he replied, shaking his head. "Can you even do anything with that small thing?"

Moaning through the pain, Brandon felt a sharp pain as Kamo decided to rest his heel right on his bulge, softly moaning in pain at the motion. Listening to Kamo's comment, Matthew gulped, he had really gotten himself in a dangerous situation. His pain temporarily stopped as Casimir released the hold, but then immediately went to wrap his own arm and legs around Matthew's before lifting him into the air in a ceiling hold, just as he had been previously!

Matthew had tears forming in the corners of his eyes as Casimir didn't hold anything back in wrenching in the pain and pushed his body towards Kamo, almost as if offering him defenceless pray to allow him to go for the kill. Brandon suddenly gasped as Kamo stuck his hands straight into his boxers and pulled them down, leaving his manhood exposed. "Cas......stop...I can pay you, give you anything you want, better stuff then him........just let me go..." Matthew weakly pleaded at his torturer.

Suddenly feeling Kamo's hand brush against his cock, Matthew tried all he could to prevent it but failed as his dick started to actually go erect. Knowing that Kamo was going to enjoy the display, Matthew moaned out "no....fuckkk....." in weakened anger as Casimir continued cranking his arms and legs, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Kamo could finally see those tears forming in Matthew's eyes as Casimir cranked on the holds, making him laugh to himself. "You are so exquisitely weak! How did you even managed to make it into this league, by letting everyone else trample all over you? That's what I think, if you ask me!~" he remarked, shaking his head at Caimir, but he didn't seem to care enough about any response. He just smirked down at him, before he reached down to grab for his crotch, yanking at it roughly.

Casimir, on the other hand, began to switch it up; he reached up and pulled Matthew's head back, moving to stuff it in his face directly into his armpit and squeeze! "Come on, cutie. Lick it. You know you want it!!!"

Matthew could do nothing as he watched the blonde superior mock him, before aggressively tugging at his erection! Matthew yelped in pleasure and pain as Casimir pulled his head back and brought his face back into the familiar position known as his armpit. His face smothered deep into his sweaty crevice, the musk clouding his senses, Matthew thought he might as well do whatever they say, in fear of what would happen in refusal, and began to lick the sweat dripping from his pit and covering him, the muscles flexing and unflexing on his face. Matthew licked as much as he can as he moaned muffled cries into his armpit, Kamo still violently pulling at his dick, his weak attempts to loosen the hold stopping.

Kamo smirked at him as Matthew yelped loudly, moving to work his cock over a bit more, watching him get more and more excited. When Casimir took his head into his armpit, he laughed briefly as Matthew began to lap at his armpit while moaning. "Oh shit, he likes it!" Casimir called out, making Kamo laugh a bit harder. "Oh, look at that. He does. Let him up, Casimir. Let's see how well he likes other things!" He reached over as Casimir finally let him out of his armpit, grabbing him by his arm to tug him into a seated position, before moving to take off those snakeskin pants -- revealing a pair of silken purple boxer briefs.

With that, he yanked Matthew in and put him between his legs, face up against his crotch. "Come on, prick. Lick at my balls. You should know by now that you're beneath me, and you should be fucking thanking me for putting you in this position!" he replied, grinning to himself. Casimir, on the other hand, moved down at Kamo's gesture -- and began to rub him off slowly, reaching up to twist his nipples and even throwing in a gut-punch every few moments!