From: To: Subject: Bob vs. Rod Date: Saturday, June 24, 2000 8:27 PM 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 white 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… Bob Paris felt fear beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach as he watched Ken Shamrock approach. He was still tied by his wrists to the chinning bar and his body was racked with pain. Ken Shamrock was stripping down to a pair of red speedo's and low cut wrestling boots. Ken Shamrock while not having a bodybuilder's physique was nonetheless a threatening site tipping the scales at 235 pounds. Bob had no idea what was going to happen but he knew it wouldn't be a pleasant experience. Ken Shamrock looked at Rod and told him to go somewhere for a while. When Rod closed the door behind him, Ken looked at Bob and said, "It will be better if there are no witnesses". Ken then proceeded to tell Bob that as of late he had urges that he could no longer control and he more importantly wanted to act on them. He had decided that the breaking of another man would be something he ad never done before but e had always fantasized about it. In the UFC, he had physically dominated men, but the idea of dominating a man mentally as well as physically was something he really desired. Bob Paris looked at him, gave him a glare and told him to "fuck off". Bob was in bad shape but he had no intention of being broken by this wrestler freak. Bob Paris had endured a lot in his life, both mental and physical, and he figured he could withstand whatever Ken Shamrock had planned for him. Ken then proceeded to untie Bob from his chinning bar and to carry him back into the living room. After being tossed on the floor like a sack of potatoes, he went to the sofa and sat down. Bob shakily got to his knees and looked at Ken Shamrock. The adrenaline flowing through his veins was giving him the boost in strength and stamina he needed to get to his feet. Ken Shamrock slowly got to his feet, looked at Bob Paris, and then charged him. Bob was pushed back to the floor and then pummeled without mercy. After a few minutes Ken stopped and looked at his prey. Bob's face was a bloodied mess…his upper lip was busted and bleeding, his left eye was swollen shut, and his nose looked broken. Bob was just lying there, moaning in pain. He turned Bob on to his stomach and then applied his ankle lock submission hold, which he had perfected during his stint in the WWF. Bob howled in pain and begged for Ken to stop. Ken Shamrock suprisingly complied. The truth was that Ken had other plans for Bob Paris, and he began to put them in play. He lifted the unmoving body of Bob Paris to the bedroom and tied his arms and legs to the posts of the bed. Bob was semi conscious and Ken slapped him a few times till he was sure that Bob was aware of what was about to happen. Ken had begun to realize that there was a thrill in seeing the look of fear in his defeated opponents. Bob was helpless, he couldn't move and the look in Ken's eyes was terrifying. Ken went to his pants and took out a pair of nipple clamps. He then walked over to the prone body of Bob Paris and attached then to Bob's nipples. Bob cried out in pain and screamed for Ken to take them off. Instead, Ken pulled on the chain that connected the clamps together and Bob's body was jerked up in a desperate move to keep his nipples from being ripped off. The screams from Bob Paris told the story. Bob was yelling at the top of his lungs for Ken to stop but this time Shamrock did not comply. He was getting a hard on watching the former Mr. Universe squirm in pain and terror. Bob's body was jerking like crazy and his eyes were wide open in unimaginable pain and terror. Ken Shamrock continued this torture until Bob was no longer making understandable noises and merely making grunting noises reminiscent of animals. Bob Paris awoke from the void of unconsciousness that he had mercifully fallen into. The nipple clamps ad been removed, and his nipples were swollen and a horrible purple color. Bob Paris looked around and then saw Ken approaching with a lit candle. Ken smiled an evil grin and said, "you're awake, good. Now the fun continues". He stood over Bob's prostrate body and tipped the candle so the hot wax dripped onto bob's body. The wax sent new waves of pain through Bob's already tortured body. Bob was once again screaming in agony. The pain was more then anything he had ever felt before. How could this be happening to him…why was this animal trying to kill him? The wax was continuing to drip on him and Ken was slowly moving down to Bob's crotch. Bob watched helplessly as Ken Shamrock ripped off his underpants leaving him completely exposed. The wax began to drip directly on Bob's penis and Bob felt pain like he never had experienced before. His voice was raspy from all of his screaming, and his body began to shudder violently. Bob Paris begged for Ken to stop, but when Ken looked at him he knew that Ken was barely beginning. Ken Shamrock put the candle down and untied Bob's legs from the bedposts. He the lifted bob's legs up exposing his bare ass and smacked him with a paddle that he had brought with him. The paddle struck Bob's ass over and over till Bob's ass was a shiny red. Bob Paris was whimpering and sobbing which only inspired Ken Shamrock to paddle him more and more. Ken then let Bob's legs fall down and straddled his chest and began to smack his face over and over until Bob was once again driven to unconsciousness. Bob Paris woke up to find himself in the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet. Ken stood over him and grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head into the bowl and under the water. He tried to lift his head up but he was not strong enough to break away from Ken's grip. He was exhausted, and began to accept his fate. He was going to die at the hands of Ken shamrock. Just when he was loosing consciousness Ken lifted his head up so that he could breath. Ken then carried Bob to the living room where bob just lie on the floor on his back totally spent. His mind was reeling from the torture he had been forced to endure first from his former lover Rod, and now from Ken Shamrock. Ken went to Bob's prostrate body and grabbed Bob's nut sack in his hand and squeezed. Bob let loose with a scream that threatened to break glass. Spittle was coming out of Bob's mouth and he tried to push Ken away from him but it was no use. Ken Shamrock was just to strong and Bob was exhausted. He began to beg Shamrock to stop his torture. "I'll do anything you want" Bob yelled! Ken let his hold go and looked into bob's eyes. Bob was broken. Ken could see in his eyes that the former Mr. Universe Bob Paris was willing to do anything to stop the pain. Ken told Bob to get to his knees and take his dick in his mouth and suck on it. Bob did as he was told. Ken couldn't believe what a rush it was to get a blowjob from a man that he had just broken. Ken looked at Bob and told him that from now on he would call him master and he would do whatever Ken told him to do without question. Bob nodded his head and was given a slap on the cheek. Bob looked confused. Ken Shamrock told Bob that he would give verbal answers to all commands. "Yes master" was all that Bob said. Then Bob was turned over onto his stomach and then felt something entering his ass. His cheeks were ripped apart and his ass was being violated. Ken Shamrock's dick pushed his way into Bob's ass and Bob went wild. He screamed for his master to fuck him. He lifted his ass so that his master could get a better angle to fuck him. He was in total ecstasy and he didn't understand why he had ever resisted. This was where he had belonged for his entire life. All of the torture that Bob Paris had been given had turned the once proud bodybuilder and motivational speaker into a submissive slave.