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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 14:13:33 GMT
There was no way of knowing what time of day it was, but they had only been held prisoners for a few days, so Ruber hoped his day rhythm was still somewhat intact. Based on how tired he was, and the fact that John was sleeping sound, he was guessing it was about the middle of the night. Not that it mattered, without daylight it made no difference to him whether it was the middle of the night or noon. John was just as asleep in any case, and that is all Ruber needed. He still hadn't forgotten the patronizing pat or the snarky remarks from when they had spoken to the girls a couple of days prior. Ruber wasn't the type of guy to forgive and forget. Specially not forgive. And if he ever forgot, well.. that he didn't know, because then he'd forgot. Ruber had laid on top of the covers of the bed, as to make as little noise as possible for what was to come next. Slowly he sat up and got off the bed, as quietly as he possibly could, and stood there for a moment taking in the sight of the little Dummy sleeping. It had always seemed funny to him how people seemed to think other people looked so innocent and pure and beautiful while asleep. To him John looked nothing but a drooling, open-mouthed, face-squashed pig. That was no surprise to Ruber, though. That was John's usual appearance anyway. Trying to make as little noise as possible he reached down and unzipped his pants. It made more sound than Ruber had hoped for, but luckily John didn't seem to be a light sleeper, and it didn't take long before Ruber had his cock in his hand, with John still sleeping sound and unknowingly. "I warned you not to fuck with me," Ruber whispered as a steady stream of piss left him to land heavily on John's cheek, dripping down his collar and wetting the reclining chair he was sleeping on. He had been holding it in all day in preparation for this, and the amount of urine was not disappointing. Before long the chair held a pretty impressive puddle, and Ruber didn't know what he loved the most, the sight of it or the smell.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 14:55:42 GMT
John was sleeping soundly. Oh well as soundly as one could with a roommate like Ruber. John had been in prison, and he knew not to put his guard down. He had noticed Ruber was not going to the bathroom all day. John was hoping he was having bladder stones. Painful ones preferably, but knew that might not be the case. And indeed he was proven right. Stirring when he felt someone watching him sleep. Breathing heavily somewhere near. John decided to pretend to be asleep. Perhaps he would just move along. But by the time he felt the hot liquid seep through his clothes and the crackle of the droplets land on to the leather covered chair. It didn't take long for John to react. Shooting up and leaning back on the chair and aiming a strong kick on to the other mans genitals. Wiping his face with his hand a bit as he watched Ruber suffer his due. "The fuck is wrong with you asshole!?" He asked angrily, getting up from the chair. Taking his wet shirt off. It was sort of rewarding to see him in pain too. Wringing it dry on top of Ruber. Just to let him taste his own medicine.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 18:11:31 GMT
Ruber's grin quickly disappeared, and was replaced with a pained expression, as Ruber grabbed his groin and fell to the floor. There was no greater pain in the world. If child birth was even half this painful, no woman on earth would have more than one child. Rolling around on the floor in pain, Ruber's face had turned red as a Ferrari, from anger as much as from pain. How dare the fucking bastard? A fucking coward was what he was. What man kicks a man in that place? This bastard was no man at all. Ruber's mood wasn't bettered when John decided to wipe his shirt on him, and he wasn't allowed to for long before Ruber had had quite enough. His anger flared and his mind was beyond all reasoning as he flew up and leaped at John, getting in a face punch every chance he got, and a gut punch or two for good measure. This man had received far too many warnings and chances, this man clearly had a death wish. Ruber just might give him that now. His mind was hazy and far away as Ruber let punch after punch fly towards the man, but for a moment Ruber caught himself wondering who he would rather share a room with; John Smith or his dead body.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 20:58:19 GMT
John knew by the redness on this man's face that they were going to engage into a fist fight. Bracing himself for the charge. Falling to the floor with the brute on top of him. Doing his best to dodge the hits. Getting hit and also managing to square a few punches in too. He could taste the blood in his mouth and it felt like there was a tooth swirling in his mouth. John decided to take a risk and remove his defence. Getting punched right in the jaw, he used the pause to smack Ruber on the sides of his head, to get his ears ringing for a while. Just long enough to kick Ruber off of him. John quickly got back on his feet. Spitting the tooth out on the floor before he charged at the man. Using the last few seconds of the mans daze to his advantage to secure a blow to the back of his head. Sending him down for the count. At least for now. John could use the break for a while. Dropping down to the floor to sit and take a breather. Spitting blood on the carpet. That man was a fucking animal in a fight, John had to admit that much. But John knew how to fight too. Laying down on to the floor, feeling the cool air against his hot and sweaty skin.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 21:16:38 GMT
At first Ruber was too caught up in the fight, too pumped up on adrenaline, to even feel John's punches, but the one to his ear.. he definitively felt that one. It felt like a trance, like everything was going in slow motion and the ringing would never end. In a daze he tried to get in a punch or two more, but they felt weak, and with his pants sliding down, limiting his movement, there was nothing he could do before John had the upper hand. Ruber might be stronger, and a lot stronger, but John had speed and knew exactly how to use it. Ruber couldn't really think much, if at all, and before he had the chance to figure out his next move everything went black. He landed on the floor with a heavy 'dud', his arms sprawled out like a rag-doll, his ginger hair circled around his head like tiny angel wings. Upon waking up he would never forget the shame of losing to someone like Dummy. Fucking Dummy, of all people.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 21:31:59 GMT
John stirred again when he heard Ruber wake up. Tilting his head to the side. "You ready to declare a truce or are we going to keep at this until the other is dead?" He asked with a serious tone.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 21:41:23 GMT
Ruber was just waking, disoriented and spitting a little bit of blood on the floor. His mind was still too dazed to focus on John or his words, but one thing was very clear in his mind. "You're a coward," he spat, prodding himself up against the door for support, just sitting there and regaining strength and clarity. "A fucking coward." He meant it, he really did. It wasn't just an excuse for losing. "What kind of man kicks another in the nuts? You fight like a fucking chick." It still really hurt, and he had to adjust his sitting position to relieve some pressure from his poor jewels. That kick might even have left him sterile. That would be a plus side to this otherwise uncomfortable event. Ruber had had quite enough of this one crybaby to ever want to consider children.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 22:01:55 GMT
John started laughing. "Says the man who had to wait for me to be asleep to do some petty prank on me." John sat up from the floor. Then after a few seconds getting up to stand. A bit woozy, but still managing to keep his balance. Dear God he wanted a cigarette right about now. "You can hate me and I can hate you. I don't even mind brawling with you. But if you insist on fighting dirty and getting caught with your dick in your hands it's your fault, not mine, if you get hurt."
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 22:12:50 GMT
Ruber grinned, baring his bloody gums. "It wasn't pety. It was pretty damn funny." He started a wheezing laugh, before a cough overtook him and he had to spit out another ball of coagulated blood, in John's direction of course. It still amused him to see John's wetted hair on one side. That had to stink real close to his nostrils. Ruber almost didn't even care how badly he was hurting now, it was so worth it. "And if you ask me, that free-sample perfume was quite an improvement."
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 22:19:59 GMT
John rolled his eyes. "If I didn't know better I would say you have a crush on me or something." He said with a smirk. "Since you need to scent mark me an all." He chuckled a little.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 22:25:35 GMT
"Hey, I'm not the one reaching for your genitals," Ruber retorted, reaching up and rubbing the back of his head. The pain had been dulled by the initial shock, but now he was beginning to get quite the headache. Just another minute and he would get up, he promised himself, but right now he just needed one more minute to collect himself. It wasn't that easy to stand up when the entire room was spinning.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 22:39:04 GMT
John just smirked a little. "Right.... And you just had to whip out your own genitals in the first place." He then shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, who am I to blame you. If slapping your dick on the table and pissing on people gets you laid, then have at it. Just saying some people don't really go for that sort of flirting." He was playing with fire again for teasing the man. But it was the way he spoke to people, and he wasn't about to change that.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 22:49:05 GMT
If Ruber had been close enough to the mini-bar, this is the moment he would have flung a bottle at John. Alas, he was too tired and pained to want to walk over to it, and he really wasn't in the mood to start anything up again. Perhaps he would just let that one slide. Just this once. "You're oddly fascinated by my sex life, y'know." This wasn't the first time John had brought it up, and Ruber was sure it wouldn't be the last. Perhaps he really did have a thing for brute ginger men with freckled ball sacks. Ruber shuddered at the idea. John wouldn't be his type even if he was a woman. Chatty, overly clingy bimbos had never really been his thing.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 29, 2016 23:17:52 GMT
John smirked and made his way towards the bathroom. Picking up his shirt on the way. "I am like the catholic church. Invested in everyone's sex lives. That's not a sin." He stopped at the door. Looking back at Ruber. "If it makes you feel better you can always pry for details about my sex life." He said teasingly. Dropping his shirt in the sink and filling it with water. Then adding some soap and starting to wash his shirt. He would shower later.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 29, 2016 23:23:03 GMT
"No, thank you, Mr. Vatican, I already know far too much about your pedophilic sex life," Ruber called after him. Comparing yourself to the Catholic church and then speaking of your sex life might not have been John's smartest move. But then again, it might have been, none of his moves were very intelligent, it seemed. He then got up, slowly, leaning onto the door for support all the way up, before he moved himself to the bed and laid down. Hopefully if he could just get some rest, his headache would diminish soon. For a moment he missed his home more than usual. At least his home had painkillers ready at all times.
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