The Maw the Merrier.....
I sat up, not knowing what the hell was happening, the sense came back into me as an iron foot thumped into my guts and I regained my senses. Something about blood money, always tasted sweet.
I scrambled to my feet, this punk was six foot three of mean and ugly as a dirty pudding.
The crowed jeered on, Roydon, the refuge of the damned.
Underneath all the bright lights and action lay this, the underground fight clubs and speakeasies, the stench of blood and terror... and pain.. and ...
he hits me around my gurgly noggin again and I try to focus... Something about blood money....
He throws another leadbomb and I drop to my knee and grab a leg, driving my body weight forward we both crash to the ground, he takes the fall...
I mount him and rain down haymakers as he scrambles his legs around me trying to do something flashy, an omoplata, an armbar, I'm too powerful... something about blood money... a broken hand, no time to bleed now, I smash my elbows into his brow, opening up a gash of red.
A sneer crosses my lips. I push myself into his face.
"I'm in the whites or your eyes!" I scream.
He grabs me around the neck, stopping my blows, I'm too close damn it.
"You're wrong" he spits, "You're in the whites of my lies" he whispers.
I drive my head down hard into his shnoz and sweet vino pours onto my face from him.
I laugh in his ear.
Our naked bodies entwine like honeysuckle.
I drive my girth into his puckered jenny and he squeals with delight.
I loom over him, red in the face, huffing and puffing. Groaning and wheezing into the night.
I spin him round and again thrust my lovespud into him, holding him by the neck and gently giving him a reach around.
I fawn all over his dirty buttocks.
As I get up I playfully nudge him with my foot and he falls into the pool, laughing as he splashes...

Good night, Mr Lubbock.

I fall into a dream.... something about blood money...

..or I may have misread the question.
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 10:56, Reply)