Post by sandm on Nov 12, 2020 17:32:52 GMT -6
*Clank*
Both men’s chests are covered with scratches, red marks from paddles and whips, a couple of cigarette burns on Strangler, and suction cup marks on Masher’s nipples in place of his piercings. Strangler is still struggling with getting the bottle through his mouth hole and dribbles beer down his chin and chest as he tries to take a drink.
Take the bloody mask off.
Strangler pulls his mask off revealing his sweaty face. He looks a hot mess, with his wet face and mangled hair, but he is finally able to take a drink of his beer.
Jeez mate, you are sweaten like a whore in church.
That was a good workout those lasses gave us, good for the heart. Also my favorite way to work on the cardio for when we go back to back Friday night.
Ha, you’re not joken at all mate. Look at us, we are downright tattered.
Yeah, and it sure was fun getten this way.
I’ll cheers to that mate.
*clank*
The two long necks tap again as the partners cheers one another and take a drink of their brews. The two privates almost choke on their beers when Becca and Stacy walk into the room. The leather bunny masks are gone, and in their place are police outfits. Not normal police outfits like the guy who writes you a speeding ticket and eats donuts, but skin tight PVC vinyl outfits.
You boys have been bad, and now it’s time for you lads to serve some hard time.
Ya see that mate? They didn’t get enough of us, want another go round.
I don’t know…
*Cutting Strangler off* I thought you were two big, hard, privates who could get hard more than once a night?
Sounds like she’s questioning ya Strangler, ya gonna take that?
Hell no.
Strangler says nothing, and simply sits his beer down. Strangler pulls his leather mask back on, and his sweet acts as a natural lubricant. Strangler beings to stand up, but Officer Stacy stops him.
SIT THE F**K DOWN YOU BLOODY MAGGOT!
Frozen, while coming half way up, Strangler looks at Masher.
WHY THE F**K ARE YOU LOOKING AT HIM!?! I’M THE ONE GIVING YOU AN ORDER!
Strangler shoots a smile to Masher, and stands the rest of the way up. Officer Stacy does not look happy at this depraved inmate disobeying her. Stacy marches up to the inmate and they lock eyes in an intense stare down. Stacy grumbles and holds her hand out, which Becca fills it with a small taser.
What are you gonna….
Before Strangler can finish his question Stacy tasers Strangler on the nipple.
WHAT THE F**K!?!
SHUT UP INMATE!
MY F**KING NIPPLE!
Without a word Stacy shocks Strangler on the other nipple.
OH SH*T!
SIT DOWN NOW!
Not wanting another shock to his mamories Strangler takes a seat.
Guess you know who is in charge.
DID ANYONE ASK FOR YOUR F**KING INPUT!?!
Becca marches up to Masher and places her black high heel boot on his crotch with a hard, but not crushing stomp. Masher sits up to attention and grabs the ankle of Becca.
GET YOUR F**KING HANDS OFF ME!
Becca begins pressing her foot down harder, and Masher moves his hands and sits back on the couch, with his face a mix of both pain and excitement.
Guess you know who is in charge now, huh Masher?
WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEAK!?!
Stacy shoves the taser into Stranglers crotch.
NO, WAIT!
Stacy looks Strangler in the eyes with a dead serious stare.
What’s the safe word?
…*silence*
That’s what I thought you cheeky f**k.
Stacy grabs the zipper of Stranglers mask with her free hand and zips it shut, and then hits the taser. Strangler begins rocking back and forth and bouncing up and down, his screams muffled by his mask.
OH F**K!
Without warning Stacy pulls the taser from Strangler and shoves it against Mashers suction cup bruised nipple and begins tasering him.
On the ground inmates.
Stacy grabs Strangler by the back of the head, and Becca grabs Masher by the back of the head, and the twins throw the men to the floor on their faces.
HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACKS INMATES!
Masher and Strangler follow orders and place their hands behind their backs. Becca produces some handcuffs and Strangler and Masher are handcuffed right away, which peaks their excitement and interest. The twins cross Masher and Stranglers ankles and lift their legs up and tie them, and then attach the rope to the handcuffs. Hogtied, is what this is called, and it has both Strangler and Masher at the height of excitement being in such a vulnerable position to these to ladies.
What comes next though is not what Masher or Strangler was expecting. The girls get off of them and walk into the bedroom.
Ah, f**k mate this is going to be some wicked shit. What do ya think these lases are planning?
“Mmmuhhhmmm” is the sound that Strangler makes through his zipper mask which muffles his words.
The partners wait for the twins, and the longer they wait the wilder their imaginations get.
What the f**k is taking them so long? HEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU B*TCHS DOING!?!
What they see next is the twins walking out of Mashers bedroom in their normal clothes, with their duffel bags full, much fuller then when they arrived.
Oh yeah, let’s not forget these
Oh, good eye sis.
Becca grabs a pair of Stranglers ruby cuff-links he had sitting on the dinning room table where he had removed his shirt. The partners watch as Becca unzips her duffel and tosses the jeweled cuff links in. Strangler and Masher notice the bag contains many of their person belongings.
WHAT THE F**K!?! You cunts really trying to rob me? F**ken untie me, this shit isn’t erotic or funny.
F**K YOU *BEEPED OUT*
Pineapple.
Pineapple is the safe word that Masher had set with the twins. The twins do not pay any attention to Masher and his safe word though.
I said pineapple.
Masher watches as the twins continue to ignore him and grab both his and Stranglers car keys.
I F**KEN SAID PINEAPPLE! PINEAPPLE YOU FILTHY F**KEN CUNTS!
Stacy sighs and rolls her eyes before tossing her duffel bag on the floor. Stacy begins walking toward Strangler.
Yeah, that is what I thought, f**ken untie me you f**ken daft bitch.
Stacy doesn’t untie Masher though, instead what she does is grab his ball gag from the side table by the couch. Stacy grabs Masher by the hair and lifts his head up.
THE F**K ARE Yooouuu…
Mashers rant is muffled as she rams the ball gag into his mouth. She pulls the straps tight and securely ties them behind Mashers head. Strangler and Masher are left helpless as they watch the twins finish pilfering through Stranglers belonging.
Remember last time when you shorted us a hundred and fifty each? Well, we didn’t forget about it, and we didn’t expect to be paid in full this time either. So, we are making sure we get what you owe us and then some, ya know, interest and all that.
The sisters begin to head for the door, but stop before opening it and Stacy looks back at the men hogtied on the floor.
And Strangler, we wanted double for your chubby ass.
The twins walk out of Mashers front door leaving the two partners gaged and tied on the floor. Masher continues yelling, but his screams are muffled by the ball gag. Masher eventually stops trying to yell and looks over at his partner. Strangler has not made a noise during the entire situation. As Masher looks at his partner Strangler simply shakes his head and then slams his head into the floor with a hard headbutt.
The partners are left here, trying to figure out how they will get out of this situation, and the only thing Masher can think of is waiting on his cleaning lady to arrive tomorrow morning. It’s going to be a long night, but it will be an even longer night for James, Jackson, Xavier, and Marcus on Friday night.
Looks like everyone is looking past us Strangler. Looks like James and Jackson are expecting to get Xavier and Marcus, and it looks like Xavier and Marcus are focused on Terry Marshall and Dark Lord. No one is paying attention to the leather clad freaks. Well, it’s going to be pretty hard to ignore us when we have climbed firmly and deeply in your asses. Sins of the Father, you don’t need to worry about Marshall and Dark Lord, you need to be worried about the ones who bashed your backs in with steel chairs. You don’t need to be worried about the ones who defaced you with a sharpie, you need to be worried about the ones who will DE-FACE you by ripping your f**king heads off your shoulders.
One team is looking past us, and one team isn’t even looking at us, but at the end of the night both teams will be looking up to us as the NEW GCWA tag team champions. We are gonna rip you four limb from limb, and tear you from asshole to appetite. SOTF, the last thing you will be worried about is a little sharpie drawn penis, because I’m going to treat you like Marcellus Wiley, the Ving Rhames one, not the football player one. After we get far from f**king you guys…UP! You are going to be pretty f**king far from ok, but it will be you two left rolling around on the ground bleeding out. AND, IT WILL BE MASHER AND STRANGLER GETTING MID EVIL ON YOUR ASSES!
Sounds like you are planning on MASHING their asses.
Oh, you know it.
GOOD! Because, I am planning on strangling all four of our opponents Friday night. Xavier and Marcus will feel these burly arms wrap around your necks and lock in the Carradine Clutch. Then James and Jackson will feel these tree trunk gams drop across their windpipes when my big back side flies off the ropes with the Anaconda Drop.
Sounds like you are going to be doing some mashing of your own.
OH, I AM! I’ve worked too hard to get here, and I know that you have worked too hard too. For us to be overlooked, there is no greater mistake either team could make. We may be the new cats on the scene, but there is a reason we are being thrust into the spotlight, we don’t need to prove ourselves against the likes of Impasta Mafia and the Greek Gods, because it is clear to see that we are two, big, bad, sons of bitches who can come in and make an impact.
Or Strangler, maybe it is something else entirely.
Oh Yeah?
Yeah, maybe they think we are the tomato cans. They think we can either slow down and weaken, or outright beat Sins of the Father, but that we are not good enough to beat Legacy. I can see that filthy bitch Deanna thinking that, but we are going to give her a shocker.
Masher holds up his hand sticking out his index and middle finger, holding them together and the pinky finger extended out as well.
And we are going to shock the world, when we walk out of Dallas the new GCWA tag team champions.
AND THE NEW, GCWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! STRANGLER AND MASHER…. S AND M! I quite like the sound of that.
Me too Strangler, I like the sound of it as much as I’ll like the sound of Deanna gasping when we give her that shocker.
She may cry, it might be her first time having it shoved up her arse.
No way Stranger, she’s had her own head up her arse for weeks now.
Touché
Na, TOO SWEET!