Dark World: Rich Boy gets his bill

Dennis

Notes: 

• Story done by request
Imagine if you will, another world and another life. A world where you were wildly (and seemingly) successful in all things and had a ego to match. Money, women, sex, anything you wanted, you had. What you didn't have, you would buy or ruin to get.

Until one day you messed with the wrong couple...

From the day he was born, Dennis was a man who knew what he wanted, and always got it. He didn't care who he had to outmaneuver, who he had to lie to, cheat to or even use some muscle on. No, Dennis was the top of the world and anyone who didn't know it, soon would. He was a grade AAA perfect specimen of alpha manhood. Today, he demonstrated this simple undeniable fact by being surrounded by only the finest women, enjoying the best alcohol money could buy, and all of course, in a private booth in some high-class night club. The name of the place was unimportant, just as long as people saw him, admired him, and worshiped at his altar. After all in this world, a world that never really felt right, you had to be strong, strong or dead. So he did what he had to do, and he did it well. He was king of his particular hill, and he knew it.

"Ohhhhh fuck yeah." 



He made no attempt or secret to hide the vocalization of his pleasure at the moment. With another low but pleasurable moan, the stiffness and tightness in his pants only grew. His newest lady of the night ("whatever her name was again?"), grinned on top of him, giving him a good look at her assets. Her assets were considerable, possibly making up for the obvious lack of personality, and damn he wouldn't mine plowing the shit out of them later. His body jerked up as yet another moan came. From just eye candy, she began to show life finally earning her pay, as she slowly unbuttoned the top part of his shirt to slide a hand along his strong smooth chest. Something he ALWAYS loved. Caressing the sleek fit muscles of his pecs, they would soon find his sensitive nips, and his eyes rolled with pleasure. "Damn, she would really earn her pay for tonight, might even keep her on staff. " A few more buttons lost and his shirt was opened, exposing his whole upperbody. The warmth of their bodies and the coolness of the club assaulted his exposed skin, only enhancing the experience. That and knowing full well such sexual display was not permitted with the people of the lower areas. With nothing to hide, fear or lose, he leaned back and enjoyed the show. She, along with her friend? used both lips and hands to worship his body.

 Just as they should.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

Instinct took over as his pristine muscle-bound body responded on its own. Flesh would meet flesh, both would taste of the other. He would be the best they ever had, the best they could ever have and soon, probably sooner than he expects, he would need some release, and any one of these ladies would do. Oh yes, indeed they would do. So, all in all, the night had passed much like any other Friday. Well gifted women with equally well-fitting and exposing dresses would poor him drink after drink as they worshiped his body like some kind of religion. He would take one, or maybe a couple, to his bed and rock their world. Afterward, he would discard them, like the trash they are. What did he care, there were always be more bitches begging for his dick. He was in charge here, alive, not dead like these peasants.

Such was the way of the world.

Time, pleasure, touch, sensation and sex all passed in one quick fluid motion, all sense of time and space peeling away quicker and easier than his pants. Each would know the taste and feel of his seed and each would bring him pleasure and release. Yes, this moment would be his, and all would be at his command. This was the right of every man after all or at least men of worth. But it was just a moment, even if it was one that lasted for hours on end. Their touch, their feel, their lips upon his body and more could only last for so long, that was until boredom would set in. He wasn't upset or bitter about such, as such was the nature of the beast! Even more importantly his body, and his considerable manhood, needed time to recharge. As was the way of these things, the moment would then pass and the ladies would rise, and retire to his exclusive room upstairs, eagerly awaiting round two and the privilege of sleeping by his side tonight. They had just about earned such a prize, and he wasn't a monster after all. They could easily be discarded later, at his own pleasure.

In time, once the euphoria of the moment had worn off, he would collect his things and join his toys upstairs, for round two indeed. His pants and shoes would slip on just as easily as they had slipped off, his shirt would hang lazily off his shoulders. He had dedicated a considerable amount of time for his image, why would he now deprive the club of the vision that is him? No, that would not do. He would first stumble over to the bar, allowing the ladies ample time to do whatever the hell they did to "get ready". Here he would have a few drinks, maybe quick wank off with some random woman and then when he was ready to head up....


Or at least that what he thought would happen.

Even with the late hour, and the place mostly empty, there was still something that managed to catch his eye. Her blonde curly hair that fell beneath her shoulders, tight clothing that showed off a rocking ass and tits, the fire in her pure blue eyes that made one think she would fuck you to hell and back or slit your throat in one easy motion, all of these boned him up faster than any of the women today could, or could ever hope to do. She was perfect, she was glorious, she was a prize he would have and enjoy breaking to his will. Tonight would be theirs, there was no doubt or question. Even as he approached he could feel her disgust, her resistance to his existence, she would fight him tooth and nail for dominance, and he would enjoy every single second of it. He fired off a quick text to his assistant, have the room cleared of all trash before he got up there, he would suffer no distraction of such used worthless things. Satisfied his orders would be obeyed, he set himself to work.

"Hey wanna fuck"

He was a simple man who enjoyed the simple pleasures in life, so why shouldn't his pick up lines be as such? Women were objects for his sexual gratification, as such shouldn't require much work. As he waited for a response he could feel the disgust rise thousands of percents, and her body language shifted drastically to "slit his throat". The fire that burned, her desire to murder him, fuck it was better than a good hit of speed. How he didn't blow his load right there... Damn. This was the prize he was looking for all his life, and now he would finally own for, well as long as he wanted.

"No." came her infuriating and simple response. Wait... Did this bitch think she had the authority to deny him? Yeah, how about no. 

"That wasn't a request, that was a order."

There was power in his voice now, the power necessary to put any woman in her place. Sure he enjoyed the hunt, the fight, but even in the end they had to know their place. He would suffer nothing else. No. Her hands moved slowly, was she reaching for... a weapon? Of course not, how could any thing be that dumb to attack him, to attack his obviously superior masculine power?

She moved in such fluid motion, truly this was poetry come to life! Such grace, such command, such experience, all of which she better keep in the bed room. His body was the temple and he was hard as fuck, now was the time to be worshiped! He knew it, and she knew it. By her looks and actions, it was now clear one her face, she was obviously rethinking her previous mistakes and realizing the error she made. This was all but confirmed by her now displaying a wicked smile on her face. Good, she was responding the way she should. Her hands reached for him, gliding across his chest, his abs, then just below the belt line, teasing his boys there.

"Not here, let's go outside... Get some air first?" 

Dirty outside sex? Was this the game she was playing at all along? If so, damn this was going to be fun! Drunk off more than just alcohol at this point, his body obeyed without question. 

The rest of the world would melt away again, and only this, this back street behind the club place would have the honor of being real. It was dark, dirty, and very private. The sudden and rather energetic appearance of two people going at it would ultimately be unnoticed, and Dennis did not mind one bit. Neither it seemed, would Maria. Maria, the name of the lady, was turning out to be more than he could ever imagine. Her body, the movements, her hands, by the Gods of Old she was amazing. Her warm touch against his bare chest. He could do this all -

"ooppppphhhhhhhhh" 

With the majority of his blood currently still flowing to his lower brains, he was unable to process what the hell just happened. But there was something, there was a burning pain his in midsection, was this some kinky fetish of-

"ugghhh!" 

A swift kick, from such delicate but strong legs, screamed at his midsection. Hate and furry became physical form, and he was now the exclusive target. Dropping to his knees, Dennis felt dizzy almost wanting to vomit from the air being knocked out of him. He could take a punch, he had before, but this was a cowards attack. A woman's attack! What the hell was this bitch trying to do? No this will not do, the lord and a man would not tolerate this! He shook his head and got back on his feet, all before being sent back down hard, a fist to his perfect face.

"What the fuck you crazy bitch!" 

He roared back up, ready to dismantle this thing so bad, not even dental records could be used. Body, muscle and instinct took over. Left hook, right cross, jab, jab, round house kick. Yet for all his power and skill, all were blocked or deflected. She smiled now, one that normally would drive him insane. She circled, he circled, ready to pounce and end this unbelievable insolence. She acted first, catching him with a mean cross to the ribs then uppercut to the chin. He fell back, hitting the asphalt face first with a sicking crunch, now blood trickling from his nose.

This only increased his lust for vengeance. 

Back up, on his feet and counter attack planned, he came face to face with a man he most certainly did not want to. Tall, lean muscled, heavily marked from battles that would make many weep... It was Celticfire. A man known for making others disappear. A man known for breaking bigger and stronger men, so badly they took their own life. A man known for making any other man his bitch.. 

"Oppphhhh uggghhhh uuuuuuhhhhhh" 

Fists, ...yet seemingly more than that, the physical expression of raw masculine might came swift but lacking in nothing. Two left hooks and a right assaulted his midsection, pounding the even now prepared muscle there. All his work at the gym, all his conditioning, fights and work amounted to nothing. Dennis stumbled back, worthless in this fight, but would find no mercy or moment to collect himself. A hard right jab to the face snapped his head back, and flew his body into a dumpster. He hit hard, with the cold metal sending a shock to his system. 

"Fuck you, this is my woman!" 

He dared speak, he had to even with faced with this. A man... a man... It would also be the last thing he spoke this night. It would be the last thing he spoke in a while. His face would be snapped hard left and right as blood and spit flew to the ground. He could feel his perfect, his well taken care of face, distort and cut. Fist would meet bone, and flesh and defense would fail. It would not stop either, fists would come easier than him with women, come more freely than prizes on the Oprah show, his face would become a speed bag, being snapped around faster than one could see. Blood would drip from his mouth and eye, and if they were not swelled shut, they soon would be. Now, as the world went out of focus, swift uppercuts would cut deep into his stomach, tagging each part of his six pack, and lifting him off the ground. They were hungry things, monsters begging for more.

And more he would get.

Ugggghhhhhhhhhh

A devastatingly swift uppercut connected hard with his central abs, ignoring any muscle there and plowing in. The first taste of his wall breaking, it all started here.

Opppphhhhhhhhh

Bestial strength, all from one hand, held Dennis firmly against the dumpster. With his arms draped beside him, weak and unless, he was wide open of any of a mean blow. That would come to the lower part of his abs, just under the waistline. There was no defense, and he just let it happen.

Uhhhhhhhh Uggghhhh Oppphhhhh Fuuuucccckkkk

The lowest part of his abdominals would know no rest, only defeat, only a complete disreguard for their once proud standing.

UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH

He didn't have to see, he knew what had come. His abs were broken, deep in dark colors and bruised by now...

Uoooooooooooooooooooh

With his lowers scrambled and ruined, now a new target was selected. This was his solar plexus now, one? two? no maybe four? all mean jabs right for it. Each penetrating deep and without resistance.

Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Blood and spit erupted from his mouth, as weak spots became less of a rare instance of his ab wall, to being nothing but.

Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
His head dropped to his chest, now only held up by the strength of this man. He felt his arm twisted back, his body and back arched, then... another burning feeling ripping into his stomach.

Uggghhh.......

He wanted to vomit, he wanted to die, he would have paid anything for this to end...

He would be thrown to the ground, ripping his extremely expensive pants. He would feel himself thrown onto his back, then... A heel jabbed violently into his stomach? It was her again, each vision of her between sweat and blood stinging his eyes, brought a new swift slamming her heel into him. Each blow, each assault brought a new moan of pain, a new moan of embarrassment, a new moan of manhood lost. Pulled by his hair, he was up again, with something, (cold?) being wrapped around his arms. He was heavy and felt metal and... Oh no. Strung up by chains, his arms were forced about his head, stretching his body out, and leaving it fully exposed. Even if he could flex or tense up, he now no longer could. 

There was more than one man talking now, and he could just make out something that looked like steam punk and dubstep had a fucked up baby. Could it be? If it was possible for this to go bad to worse, it just did. The other man had to be Dante, who was just as evil as the older brother. They both smiled, both looked over at him, and he knew exactly what would come next.

Two uppercuts, both from the brothers and both at the same time singled the last thing Dennis would see for a very long time...