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Bob Paris was sitting in his apartment when the doorbell rung. He opened the door and stood open mouthed at who he saw…Rod Jackson, his former boyfriend. Rod had been working out and the results were plain to see. Bob was immediately impressed by Rod’s physique. Rod smiled and asked if Bob was alone to which Bob answered yes. Bob Paris then invited Rod in for a drink and to find out what had been going on in his life. As Bob closed the door and turned around he was surprised to find Rod stripping his clothes off and standing in a pair of red speedo’s and wrestling boots. Rod then looked at Bob and gave a most muscular pose to which Bob was understandably impressed. Rod simply looked at Bob, then proceeded to walk towards him till he was nose to nose with Bob. Rod gazed at Bob who seemed to be mesmerized with Rods physique and that’s when all hell broke loose. Without warning Rod threw a right cross to Bob’s chin that took Bob right off his feet. Bob crashed backward to the floor and stared up at his former lover with surprise and pain in his somewhat glassy eyes. He couldn’t believe the power that Rod had and he definitely didn’t know why he had just struck him. As he got back to his feet both of Bob’s unspoken questions were answered. Rod told him in a low growl that he had been working out with a wrestler friend of his and he was going to show Bob that he was nothing but a washed up has been. Bob Paris was stunned but he was no push over…if Rod wanted a fight he would get a fight. After all, in their previous relationship, Bob had always been the stronger of the two and he was going to quickly remind Rod of that fact. They began to circle each other, both looking for an opening. Without warning Rod tackled Bob at the knees taking out the former Mr. Universe’s mighty legs out from under him. Rod straddled Bob and locked his arms to the floor with his knees. Then Rod began to punch Bob’s pecs with blow after blow. The first few shots did little damage but after a while Bob’s pecs were beginning to soften. Bob realized that this was going to be a tougher fight then he had realized and wondered who Rod had trained with. Bob was jerked back to reality when he felt his shirt being ripped right off of his body. Bob used all of strength and jerked Rod off of him, and as he got up pulled the last remnants of his ripped shirt completely off. Rod looked at him and smiled an evil grin that made Bob shiver. Bob decided to go on the offense and teach this punk a lesson. He charged Rod, but Rod was ready and used Bob’s own momentum to slam his head into the wall. Bob felt the wall crack and slumped to the floor on all fours. Rod straddled Bob’s back and using Bob’s own ripped shirt to strangle Bob. Bob felt the tightening around his throat as Rod used the shirt like a leash and forced Bob back up to his feet. He led Bob around the room and Bob began to panic. He began to fear that Rod would choke him out and then do god knows what. Rod leaned close to Bob’s ear and muttered that before this was over Bob would be begging for mercy. Once again Bob used his strength to put Rod off balance and force him to release his hold. Bob tried to get his breath back and try and mount some offense. Rod was surprised that Bob was still able to fight back and that gave Bob the opening he needed. He threw punch after punch to Rod’s body till he saw that Rod was leaning against the wall. Without waiting he lifted his knee and rammed Rod’s head over and over till he began to see blood dripping from Rod’s nose and forehead. At this moment Rod was stunned and somewhat defenseless. Bob on the other hand was still winded from Rod’s previous assault but charged with the adrenaline running through his body. He was enraged that Rod had attacked him without warning. He intended to make sure that when Rod left, it would be courtesy of an ambulance! As Bob turned to face Rod he saw that Rod was on all fours, obviously still reeling from the attack that Bob had just given him. Bob approached Rod intending to give him a leg drop to the back of the neck. As Bob brought his leg down Rod moved away at the last possible moment. Bob was stunned, but got back to his feet just in time to be clotheslined by Rod’s forearm. Bob was brought back to the floor and was himself the recipient of a vicious leg drop to his head. Rod began to drop his massive leg over and over onto Bob’s face until Bob stopped moving. Bob was more then stunned, he was bordering on passing out. Rod though had other plans for his former boyfriend. Rod ripped off Bob’s jeans, leaving Bob clad only in his Calvin Klien briefs. Bob was gasping for breath, moaning in pain on the floor. He was completely defenseless and begged Rod for mercy. Rod just smiled…mercy was not in the future for Bob. Rod grabbed Bob by the hair and pulled him up to his knees and grabbed Bob’s pecs in his hands and began to squeeze. The pain brought Bob completely back to reality, and to a new level of pain. The screams from Bob told the story, and Bob’s face was a bruised map of pain. After a few minutes of this torture, Rod moved his hands and threw a few punches to Bob’s family jewels. The yelps of pain from Bob were loud and pitiful. Then Rod proceeded to use Bob as a punching bag until there was not any part of Bob’s upper body that didn’t show swelling, bruises or both. Bob couldn’t believe this was happening, how could Rod have become so strong and vicious since he had last seen him. Rod then spread Bob face down on the floor and outstretched his left arm till it was perpendicular to his torso. The he proceeded to use his knee to hammer the arm’s bicep till he was sure it was useless. Bob was screaming for mercy, he couldn’t take any more. Bob was gurgling and tried to bring his arm back to his body but it was completely numb and useless. Rod then did the same thing to his right arm and by this time Bob was making unintelligible noises. Bob was then turned over and Rod lifted Bob’s legs up and spread them apart. Bob’s eyes widened in fear and Rod began to crush his balls with his foot. The high pitched scream from Bob told the story. Rod then got tired of abusing his former boyfriends balls and then decided to move on to fresh territory. He dragged Bob to the hallway where Bob had a chin up bar set up in the bedroom doorway. Bob was tied up to the bar and left helplessly hanging from it. Rod approached and began to pummel Bob till Bob thankfully drifted off into unconsciousness. Bob was a complete mess, bloodied and bruised, nothing like the superstar that most people knew. Rod looked at his handiwork and smiled…he had accomplished what he wanted and waited for Bob to regain consciousness. Bob woke up and realized that he was tied up and helpless. His strength was gone and he was sure that a few teeth were missing as well. As he looked around his eyes stopped when he saw Rod. Rod walked up to him and smiled as he forced Bob’s face to look up into his eyes. He got real close and told him that his wrestler trainer was going to stop by and go a few rounds with Bob. The door opened and Bob couldn’t believe who it was. Ken Shamrock walked in, looked at Bob and just smiled. Playtime had just begun…