I may get in trouble for saying this, but it’s hard for me to read the short description of your narcissistic, arrogant bad guy and not think about former President Trump. I don’t typically tend to think of myself in such scenarios as either the puncher or punchee, so I leave that for others to discuss.
Well, it is role play. I think the difference between me and rump is that I'm better looking and you wouldn't just be punching bloat. I have more of a jared kushner body.
"Slimp" is a contraction for slender wimp, in case anyone's interested. My role is a narcissistic, arrogant, cowardly bad guy. Somehow I end up being kidnapped and taken to a room with a bunch of guys hanging around, along with several "victims" of my bad behavior. This "audience" of victims includes those who I knew wouldn't fight back if I bullied, cheated or made fun of them. I screwed these people over because I felt superior to them. I look around the room and realize I'm in deep shit, but I try smarting off and demanding to be let go anyway. My captors then begin verbally abusing and humiliating me while shoving me around between them. Then they rip my shirt open take turns gutpunching me. While I'm being repeatedly doubled over with gutpunches, my victims are laughing and cheering.
Then after the gut punches weaken my muscles (not that they were terribly strong to begin with - being arrogant and cocky, but too lazy to work out), my arms are restrained and people in the "audience" are invited have a turn at my gut. Finally, when it looks like I'm about to pass out, the guy lets go of my arms and I drop to the floor. I get pulled onto my back, and a guy stands over me and says "you had enough?" As soon as I try to answer, he steps on my gut. I let out a hoarse grunt while people chuckle. "What's that?" "Try again!" So I try talking, and again his foot forces the wind out of me.
I hear someone say, "lay off him now!. Internal damage would be evidence of what happened here tonight." "As long as he doesn't need hospitalization, it won't do him any good to try and report the fun we had with him this evening. It's good we all have someone who'll say we were with them all evening." Then they all leave. I keep laying on the floor for several hours, then try sitting up, but realize I can't because my abs are too messed up. I roll over on to hands and knees, and struggle up from there. It's daylight, and I realize I'm in an old gas station on a two lane highway, with no traffic or other buildings in sight. I can't close my shirt because all the buttons are gone. I notice that even though I'm sore as hell, there is no longer any redness on my abs. No bruises either. I guess my belly is weak enough to absorb impact without leaving any bruises. I end up walking all day, and finally get back to town after dark.
I didn't realize this would end up being an entire scene, but does anyone else here think about being involved in such a thing, either as a puncher or punchee?
FreeGrappler (6)
7/08/2021 6:27 AMI may get in trouble for saying this, but it’s hard for me to read the short description of your narcissistic, arrogant bad guy and not think about former President Trump. I don’t typically tend to think of myself in such scenarios as either the puncher or punchee, so I leave that for others to discuss.
slimp (0)
7/09/2021 3:47 AM(In reply to this)
Well, it is role play. I think the difference between me and rump is that I'm better looking and you wouldn't just be punching bloat. I have more of a jared kushner body.
FreeGrappler (6)
7/09/2021 5:16 AM(In reply to this)
Good to know! I’m that case, let’s get at it!!
slimp (0)
7/10/2021 3:56 AM(In reply to this)
Where do we start? Your option.
slimp (0)
7/08/2021 5:01 AM"Slimp" is a contraction for slender wimp, in case anyone's interested. My role is a narcissistic, arrogant, cowardly bad guy. Somehow I end up being kidnapped and taken to a room with a bunch of guys hanging around, along with several "victims" of my bad behavior. This "audience" of victims includes those who I knew wouldn't fight back if I bullied, cheated or made fun of them. I screwed these people over because I felt superior to them. I look around the room and realize I'm in deep shit, but I try smarting off and demanding to be let go anyway. My captors then begin verbally abusing and humiliating me while shoving me around between them. Then they rip my shirt open take turns gutpunching me. While I'm being repeatedly doubled over with gutpunches, my victims are laughing and cheering.
Then after the gut punches weaken my muscles (not that they were terribly strong to begin with - being arrogant and cocky, but too lazy to work out), my arms are restrained and people in the "audience" are invited have a turn at my gut. Finally, when it looks like I'm about to pass out, the guy lets go of my arms and I drop to the floor. I get pulled onto my back, and a guy stands over me and says "you had enough?" As soon as I try to answer, he steps on my gut. I let out a hoarse grunt while people chuckle. "What's that?" "Try again!" So I try talking, and again his foot forces the wind out of me.
I hear someone say, "lay off him now!. Internal damage would be evidence of what happened here tonight." "As long as he doesn't need hospitalization, it won't do him any good to try and report the fun we had with him this evening. It's good we all have someone who'll say we were with them all evening." Then they all leave. I keep laying on the floor for several hours, then try sitting up, but realize I can't because my abs are too messed up. I roll over on to hands and knees, and struggle up from there. It's daylight, and I realize I'm in an old gas station on a two lane highway, with no traffic or other buildings in sight. I can't close my shirt because all the buttons are gone. I notice that even though I'm sore as hell, there is no longer any redness on my abs. No bruises either. I guess my belly is weak enough to absorb impact without leaving any bruises. I end up walking all day, and finally get back to town after dark.
I didn't realize this would end up being an entire scene, but does anyone else here think about being involved in such a thing, either as a puncher or punchee?