Role-playing fighting

I'm an arrogant, egotistical narcissist, attractive, with a slender body, but too lazy to do any strength building. You know I am cowardly and dishonest, getting money by scamming people.

It's a warm evening, and I have a fifties/sixties look, wearing an open black short sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up high. It's so snug fitting that it stays open when it's not buttoned, so my belly is easily visible. It looks as though I'm convinced that my wimpy body is something to be proud of.

I step out of a downtown bar, and notice you heading in my direction, though I don't think you've seen me. I want to make sure you don't spot me, so I dodge into what turns out to be a dead end alley. Unfortunately for me, you did see me go into the alley. There's a little bit of shadow in a doorway, where I'm standing, flat against the wall, shaking, heart racing, and trying to breathe quietly. I hear several faint footsteps, and I'm not sure if it's just you approaching or if others are with you, because I'm pretty close to the sidewalk, where there are other pedestrians.

It's the kind of area that police ignore, and if a fight breaks out, those around usually regard it as welcome entertainment.

What happens next?

I’d walk directly to where your cowardly ass is hiding - grab you by the shirt you’re so proud of, and slug you in your wimpy gut.

As soon as I started trying to talk my way out trouble, your fist slams deep into my unflexed gut, forcing my wind out in a loud grunt and doubling me over.

Then I hear someone say, "Oh wow! Cool!" "C'mon, we gotta watch this!" I'm still doubled over, and dry heave a few times, but my stomach is empty. I look up and see you standing there, arms folded, biceps bulging. A small crowd has gathered around you, laughing and egging you on to do some more punching. You glance at the crowd, shrug your shoulders and smile. Then you grab me and slam me against the wall...

Then with a smirk I gesture at you to come at me, although we both know I will demolish you. “C’mon, fight me ya little bitch.”

I try to walk away, but a couple of guys block me, and push me back towards you. "N No, I can't... pplease llet mme GOuuuuuhh..." as the word "go" comes out as your fist sinks in. I'm afraid to try and hit you, convinced that your adrenalin fueled counter punch would seriously hurt me.

You realize that evidence of gut punches fades pretty quickly, even if the damage takes weeks to get over, so I see your eyes remaining trained on my gut. I also see several phone cams aimed at me. I hear someone say, "I'm gonna make this piss ant asshole famous!"

Then you start making short jabs at my gut, and I try blocking them, which results in your arms becoming a blur while knocking mine out of the way, my right elbow slamming hard against the wall behind me. Then you jam your forearm against my throat, and back me against the wall again, then releasing just enough pressure to let me breathe.

Then I feel your fist pressed against my gut. "Why shouldn't I destroy your weak worthless ass?" You ask. I try to answer, but you sink your fist in up to your wrist. "What are you trying to say?" You keep demanding I answer, but all that comes out is a heaving grunt as your fist forces my breath out. The guys watching are laughing.

Then you back away and say, "Just stand there and don't move, because if you do, I'll break your arms." Then you start punching my gut methodically, with 1-2 combinations, then two left jabs and a hard right, a steady cadence, then a flurry. The sound of the punches landing and my grunts resonate off the alley walls. I realize you're waiting for me to inhale before landing punches. The results are grunts corresponding to most of the impacts.

I don't know how long you've been pummeling me, but my throat is very hoarse from all the grunting. Now you've stopped punching, but are jamming your fist in as I try to inhale, forcing out rasping grunts. You appear calm, and it's clear that your fist is sinking in without resistance. My legs become weak. I'm feeling light headed and seeing stars. You back away as my legs give out from under me.

I wake up alone, still in the alley. It's early, light, but before sunrise. I try to sit up, but my abs hurt way too much. So, I roll over on my stomach, and get up on hands and knees. I crawl to the wall, turn around and lean back. My right elbow feels raw, and I look to see skin scraped off. I look down and see that some redness remains on my gut. I also notice that I'm filthy and sticky, as though someone walked through the stuff that leaks from the bottom of dumpsters, then rubbed their shoes off on my body, taking pains to smear it on every bit of me. I smell like garbage and strong urine. It looks like someone squirted cum on my belly and ground it in, as it is dirty, sticky, and some of the white stuff is still in my naval.

I don't know how I'll get home because getting in my car would ruin it. First thing I have to do is take a piss. I go behind the dumpster, whip it out and discover that sometime during my beating, I had cum heavily in my shorts.

I'll have to lay low till I recover. Then, try and find out what it actually takes to beat the cum out of me.

Boy I’m a real bastard, aren’t I? Nicely done.

I'm pretty sure you'll discover other reasons why I deserve to be worked over.

We can meet on Skype and you can practice your intimidation and humiliation techniques on me. Skype = guy.ask

I think u find inner strength and try run pass them but you end up fighting and wrestle them . This proves u have strength and it turn out you know them

wrestled a buddy of mine and the scene was we were tag team wrestling partners and then went at it in a grudge match because we were no longer that team and before the match we argued over who they better and tougher one was. he is 5'11 242lbs of muscle and i am 5"3 170 so a big contrast of size bottom line is i suffered greatly. like interrogation scenes too.

Love a scenario where a guy sees a man with big arm muscles and cannot stop looking at them. Eventually a muscle worship session begins, followed by....?

Awesome
Yes like that too
Lots of worship
Then a wrestle!

So one thing I am always thinking about is how an everyday situation turns into something...

Could be you are getting a massage, then an argument starts up, let's say you follow 2 rival football teams... The masseur pins you, you squirm, struggle, get his top off, And then you start to wrestle

Or maybe some delivery guy or repair guy comes round and you are unhappy with his work and ...

Or it's a guy who has called round to deliver your pizza, the order is wrong, you argue, there's a challenge, wrestle.. Sort it man to man..

Or maybe you are kept behind at school for an extra gym session. Your coach takes you through some stretches, then tells you to get your top off, then suggests you wrestle, you aren't keen but you get on the mats.. Then he takes his top off, it's a hot day so after a while you get down to shorts..

Anyway.. That's what I was thinking about. Anyone else like this kind of everyday role play?

New employee really messed up a multi million dollar deal. His boss 'talks'to him about it.

What does he say...?

Tim picks up the phone, the night after he cost the company a $55 million contract with the government. The caller ID says it Pete Stringer, his boss.
"Tim, I'm gonna need you to come up to the gym, get changed into some boxing gear, we have some stuff to talk about regarding the contract you flubbed." Pete hangs up.
Tim starts sweating, Pete was 6'1", 225 lbs of rock hard muscle and at 31 had a successful company along with 2 golden gloves championships displayed in his office.
Tims' coworkers watched as he made his way to the elevator, some of them looking concerned...Most were amused. Mr. Yale hotshot was gonna learn how the business world really worked...
Tim pressed the button for the Penthouse, where Pete lived and had his boxing and regular gym.
He pressed the buzzer and waited. A few seconds passed and Pete came to the door. He was only in a boxing cup and boots, one glove on his left hand, he glistened with sweat..."Get your ass in here you dumb cocksucker", Pete growled. "Get changed and get in that ring or go clear out your desk.

Sounds like you and I are wired just the same, Ben!!! Love playing out those scenes. The possibilities are endless!