Smash Or Pass For Guys Novels & Stories

They have no boundaries to use, no emotions to play with. Murder is no different to them than taking out the trash. From the floor it’s easier to reach his gonads with the heel of my foot. Emotionally they may be walking money puppets, but physically they’re like every other man. Or woman. We all have pressure points and sensitive bits. To my surprise, it’s none other than George who smashes the order screen over the man’s head, knocking him out after I land my kick, and Jonathan pushes us into the kitchen.

Swenson let out a laugh, “Young man, this is the first time I've heard someone make becoming a smasher sound so easy. “Very well. I hope you can become a smasher in less than ten years!” Kayson shook his head. “I’m already a peak-level pre-celestial fighter, so it won’t take long before I become a smasher.” “You’re right.” Swenson left a few Energy Charms for Kayson before leaving. ‘Young man, becoming a smasher is harder than you think. It’s considered very fast if you can achieve it in less than ten years.’ Kayson did not know what Swenson was thinking, but he wouldn't argue with him even if he knew about it.

Despite the number of men against me, they fight like boys. Smashing his head off my knee, I slam my elbow into the top of his spine, keeping him down that second longer as I harshly snap his neck. The next comes lunging, an attack I side step, booting him hard in the ribs. He slips in the mud, hitting the ground. As I duck swiftly from someone's fist, I stomp on the guys face, feeling the bone crunch between my toes.

The guys are at least double his size. The two men crease up with laughter. “What are you gonna do with that, pipsqueak?” The one smirks while leaping forward to attack Lee. THUD. The man flies back, grunting like a pig, and grabs his throat. Score. The punch hit him straight on his fucking Adam’s Apple. He gives a few noisy breaths and lets out a very hoarse “Fuck.” Lee flips the knife, and man number two wails, clutching his arm.

Spinning around to face him again, I decided to play the same tactic again from a different angle. I dodged and barrelled on through from the opposite direction, but James took my feet out from under me, and I was the one who went sprawling, face first, making a very indelicate landing. “What technique was that?” I asked, a little chagrined as I hauled myself up off the floorboards. “That was the smack ‘em down technique. I have many more just like it.” He rubbed his hands together as if to accentuate his point, then used his fingers to usher me forward. “You’re not funny.”

The smiles on their faces, though weary, radiate a sense of pride and triumph. I instruct the pack members to pair up for ten minutes and then switch partners, ensuring that everyone has the opportunity to train against each other. They engage in hand-to-hand combat, pushing themselves to their limits before moving on to their next opponent. This process is repeated until everyone has had a chance to train with everyone else.

I put my hair in a short ponytail and just took my place and relaxed my shoulders as I watched my opponent while Maiz stood between us. “Ok, here are the rules: no biting, scratching, or spitting. Not because they were dick moves, but because ew. Now we can see that Wes is twice your size, so you are allowed to kick him in the nuts. Anyway, play nice and try not to hurt each other so bad, this is a friendly match after all. Jem give him a couple of punches for me; he has been getting on my nerves lately.” My friend said, making all of us laugh at her, then she walked away and let us watch each other.

Sarcasm drips from my words. Thane charges towards me with incredible speed, his elbow poised and ready. Just as he reaches me, he unleashes a powerful punch into the air. I raise my arms in the shape of an X and swiftly intercept his punch, my feet gracefully sliding backward from the sheer force of the blow. The sleeves of my shirt split at the seams on my shoulders due to my well-defined muscles.

One of the guys grabbed me by my waist and walked with me on his shoulder toward the black van that was down the road. I screamed, scratched his face and hit him but he didn’t react, he kept walking toward the black van. The front door opened, and Smash got out of the black van. He wore his daily theme—A white T-shirt, white pants, and red sneakers. He slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I got a little dizzy from the slap. “How dare you?”. He was furious. He looked like he was ready to kill me. He looked at me like I was his worst enemy. I was in deep shit.

Sam replied. "You ever had a threesome?" Smokey asked. "No." Sam answered. "Ever thought about having one?" Smokey asked. "No." Sam replied. "And I won't share you with another woman. I don't share, that's a hard limit for me." "No, I didn't mean that. I was thinking more of me, you, and him. But there are rules. He can only use his hands and mouth." Smokey explained. "I don't think that's a good idea." Sam cautioned.