Bottoms Up
By Montrose
Tina is a top. Carla is a bottom. Zeke is in trouble.


Zeke massaged his nuts through soft sweat shorts. The shorts were old pants,
cut off at the knees, gray, very comfy. It was a warm summer night, so that's
all he had on as he slouched on his couch. Zeke liked to relax after a tough
day of hefting boxes and kicking ass down at the factory. He may be only five
feet eight and 155 pounds, but nobody fucked with Zeke Jones. That's how his
daddy raised him, and that's how he liked to live. Just the other day he beat
the living snot out of a new guy - some huge bastard. It had been fun!

He looked at his bare chest and made his thick pectoral muscles bounce. His
own hard body got him aroused. The one thing about Zeke that was not small was
the tube snake that was now stiffening its way up his belly. Time to put that
new girlfriend to work.

"She's just fuckin' around in the kitchen, making my dinner. She can take a
break to suck my dick," he murmured. Trouble was, he had forgotten her name.
He only first banged her two weeks ago. He had already shagged a couple chicks
at work since then. How was he supposed to keep track of all their names?
"Hey, Carol... line... or whatever your dumb-fuck-ass name is!"

"Did you say something, Zeke honey?" A perky blonde poked her head in from the
kitchen.

"Bring me a beer and get your ass in here, pronto."

"I'm just turning your steak, dear. I'll be..."

"I didn't ask for your life's story, cunt! I said, get me a beer and come
kneel down right here, bitch!" He pointed between his knees.

The blonde put her hands on her hips. She stood tall and beautiful. "My name
is Carla, Zeke."

"Don't get cocky, cunt. The only reason you know my name is because you scream
it over and over every fuckin' morning for two hours."

Carla giggled, "Yes, dear. I'll be right back."

Zeke heard the fridge open. He heard his beer being poured, most likely into a
chilled glass. He massaged his balls and smiled. His cock grew some more. This
Carla chick was hot, and she loved taking it hard. She was talented with every
hole she had, too. It was an added bonus to Zeke that she was two inches
taller than him and weighed just as much (five feet ten and 155 pounds). He
liked big, firm women. She had some good looking friends, too. He was pretty
sure he would move on to fucking all of them, once Carla started talking about
what a stud he was.

Carla pranced into the room, swinging her fine hips, smiling and carrying a
cold beer. She folded her long legs and dropped down between Zeke's knees. Her
submissive smile turned him on.

Then someone knocked at the god-damned back door.

"Cripes!" Carla muttered. She looked hungrily at the bulge in Zeke's shorts.

"They can go to hell," said Zeke. "Put 'er here, baby." He grabbed Carla's
head and mashed her face into his crotch, rolling it on his stiff cock. He
liked to humiliate the bitches and watch them come crawling back for more.

Carla pulled away, red cheeked and panting. Her makeup was smeared. She put
the beer down on a side table and slid her hands greedily up his shorts. Her
long fingers cupped his heavy sack gently. "Oh Zeke!" she moaned. Zeke smiled
and groaned. This was the life. His tool grew - it was almost diamond cutting
hard now. "Oh my!" Carla was practically drooling. Zeke started pushing down
his shorts. Time to make her beg for it.

"Carla? Are you in here?" It was a woman's voice. Whoever had knocked at the
back door had let herself in and was standing in the kitchen.

Carla withdrew her hands. Her eyes got big and round. She checked the clock on
the mantle. Zeke snapped his shorts back up. "Fuck!" he spat "Get rid of her."

"That's my friend Tina. I promised to go out with her tonight! I can't put her
off! Not Tina!"

Zeke slapped Carla hard in the face. Carla fell back on her round bottom. She
let out a surprised squeak. "I said, get rid of her, cunt!" he hissed.

"Did I just see you hit my girl, Carla?" Tina had come all the way into the
living room. She was a tall woman. Very tall. Wearing short jean cut-offs and
a sleeveless red top that was doing all it could to contain her bosom. Across
her ample chest in big sparkly letters were the words "Hot Bitch!"

Zeke had to agree.

He stood and faced her. "Damn right I did, slut!" he grunted. He looked her up
and down (mostly up). "And if you don't want some, you'll turn right around
and shake your big ass out of here!" Big, but perfectly round, he noticed.

Tina didn't move for a moment. Her eyes narrowed. Then she put her clutch
purse on a table. "You are looking for trouble, little man." She stepped up to
him and looked down.

Little man? Those were the words that brought out the real fight in Zeke. He
sneered up. This big bitch is not going to be able to walk when I'm through,
he thought. Out loud, he said, "Carla, get in the bedroom. I'm gonna teach
your big playmate a lesson." This new chick stood six feet three, Zeke judged.
And with that fabulous rack and round ass, she must weigh near 190. He would
enjoy taking her up the ass until she begged for mercy.

"I think you should know..." Carla began.

Tina interrupted. "Go ahead, Carla. This wont take long."

Zeke adjusted his boner. "Baby, it's gonna be longer than you can take. I'm
gonna pound your ass until you squeal like a pig!"

Tina laughed. "So you're hung like a sea turtle. Good for you. That wont do
you much good when your head is under my ass." She slapped her own fanny.

"Bitch, I beat up guys bigger than you every day!" Zeke snarled.

Tina smiled. "So do I," she replied. "Lots of 'em."

Carla sighed. "Fine. Let me know when it's over." She left for the bedroom.

Tina and Zeke circled. Who the hell is this bitch? He thought. By her grace
and stance, he could tell she had fought before. Zeke was good at sizing up an
opponent before a single punch was thrown, and if this one hadn't been a
chick, he would have been worried. For the first time, he took in her well
sculpted shoulders and arms, bigger than his own. Huge...

Still, she was a chick, right? Nothing to worry about.

He stepped in under her guard and shot a fist up into her gut, looking for a
quick beating to lead to a hard fuck. He gave it all he had. She didn't try to
block it. It landed on sculpted belly muscle. Zeke was shocked when she took
it without doubling over. He unloaded with the other fist.

"Holy fuck..." He tried again, but hitting her unyielding belly was beginning
to hurt his wrists.

"Nice love pats. Now it's my turn," he heard her say from above. He looked up.
Her right fist clipped his chin and sent him back onto the couch in a sitting
position. One punch had never taken him off his feet before, let alone rang
his bell, like this one had.

Before he could clear the birds out of his skull, she was on him, literally.
She straddled him and pressed down on him, pinning him to the couch. Her groin
and belly mashed down onto his cock in a pleasant way, but he didn't have time
to contemplate that. He tried to push her off, but she was so big, and good at
leverage. She countered his every attempt. Tina grabbed his right arm and
pulled it across his throat over to his left. Then she took his left arm and
pulled it across his throat the other way like she was tying a knot with his
arms. She leaned on his arms, using her ribs to drive his biceps into his
throat, chocking him. She cradled the back of his neck and head in her arms to
increase the pressure. "Is this when you get tough, little man?" she asked,
relaxing on top of him. "What was that about taking me up the ass? If you can
do it, now works for me."

Zeke struggled, but he couldn't move. He coughed and chocked. He couldn't see
a thing with her big tits in his face. He tried to pull his arms off his neck,
but couldn't. They were pinned.

"Come on. Stop playing around and fight, little man!" Tina teased. "You'll
never get this nice, big bone up my ass if you can't defend yourself better
than this." She rubbed her groin on his throbbing tool as she increased the
pressure of his arms on his neck.

Zeke struggled and choked. Tina laughed and relaxed. It took no effort on her
part now that she had him trapped under her.

He would have passed out - chocked on his own arms - if she hadn't,
eventually, let him go. She got up. Zeke sat purple faced on the couch. Tina
grabbed his hair, and threw him to the floor.

She didn't attack. She just walked around him. "Is that all you got? I should
have let Carla kick your butt," Tina said. "You're just a weak little
pussy-man."

Zeke pulled himself together. He roared up off the floor and leaped at Tina,
driven blind with rage from her insults. It was like hitting a brick wall. She
caught him in the mid-air, flipped him upside down and dropped him on his head
onto the hardwood floor.

She bent over and pulled him up off the floor by his hair. He wobbled around,
nearly out cold. She lifted him into a bear hug and squeezed, his arms trapped
at his sides. Zeke felt like a tube of toothpaste. Soon, blood would burst
from his neck, he was sure!

Tina let go and Zeke feel to the floor. As he gasped for air, she dropped down
and sat on his face. Her big round butt covered his head. She faced his feet.
The rivets on the pockets of her jeans dug into his face leaving marks and
bruises.

Her knees pinned his forearms to the floor. Slowly, she unloaded three punches
into his gut, taking her time with each one. It felt like she was driving in
nails with her fists, each all the way with one blow. It only took a few
seconds, but it felt like an eternity of torture to Zeke.

In a burst of energy, Zeke tried to grab Tina with his legs, to pull her off.
Tina took his ankles and planted them next to his head. "I could easily punch
you in the balls right now, little man. Maybe even head-butt them," she said.
"Aint nothing you could do to stop me." She nudged his balls with her
forehead, just hard enough to send shocks of pain up his sides. Then she
spanked him hard, ten times on the ass. It hurt like hell, but he was grateful
it hadn't been on the balls. She dropped his feet back down and punched him in
the stomach again, over and over. Taking her time with it. He was at her
mercy. He would have begged for mercy, but he had no air.

When Tina finally got up Zeke curled into a fetal ball and gasped like a fish
on a dock.

"Get up, little man," Tina prodded Zeke with her foot. "I'm not even started
with you."

Zeke was not eager to rise. He did so slowly, trying to think of some way to
gain advantage. He knew now that Tina was too much for him to take bare
handed. Well, Zeke didn't mind cheating if that is what it took to win. He
grabbed a brass table lamp and swung it toward Tina's head.

Tina caught his arm and pulled the lamp away from him. She grabbed his throat
and raised the lamp like she was going to brain him with it. Zeke whimpered
and cringed.

"Nay," said Tina. "Too easy." She dropped the lamp and slapped Zeke in the
face. He put his hands up. Tina knocked his hands out of the way and slapped
him again. "How does it feel to be the bottom instead of the top, little man?"
she asked. She slapped him again. Zeke tried to stop her but she was too fast
and powerful. "I know Carla likes being the bottom, so I'm guessing you're a
dominant little lad. Well, you aint dominating me, are you?" she slapped him
until he had his back against a wall. The slaps stung, but were more insult
than injury. He grew red hot with humiliation. Zeke punched out at Tina more
from instinct than anything. She blocked it easily and slapped him again.
"Pathetic. That's what you are. Fuckin' pathetic. You should be ashamed of
yourself, letting a girl like me slap you like this."

She stepped in and planted a knee in his gut, pinning him to the wall with it.
Zeke moaned and doubled up over her knee. She was moving slow and easy. Zeke
was unable to provide any resistance. She pushed him upright against the wall
and planted her knee in his gut again. And again. Zeke felt like he would
throw up, if he could. He prayed to pass out.

"What a jiz-nut you are," she muttered in his ear. She stuck her big tongue in
his ear and swished it around. Zeke gasped for air as a thrill ran up and down
him.

Tina grabbed Zeke in a headlock. "Now I'll give you something you'll have to
explain to all your tough buddies." She punched him in the eye while she held
him trapped in the headlock.

"Ouch!" He howled. "I give up! Please stop! I give up!"

"You give up?" Tina asked. She hit him in the same eye, again. "Is that what
you just said, little man?" Punch.

"Ouch! Yes!"

"So what?" Tina said. She punched him again. "Why should I give a flying fart
if you give up?" Punch. "What's that got to do with me?" Punch.

"Please stop hitting me in the eye!"

Tina laughed. "You want me to stop punching that eye?" Punch.

"Yes... please!" he panted. It was already turning purple and swelling shut.

"Okay," said Tina. "I'll work on the other one." She flipped him to the other
arm so she had access to his other eye and punched that.

Punch. "Ouch!" Punch. "Ouch!" Punch. "Please!" Punch. "Stop!" Punch.

"But we just got started! I thought you were gonna hold me down and do nasty
things up my ass!" Punch. "Let's see you do that!" Punch.

Carla opened the bedroom door. "Are you done, Tina?" she asked.

"Not yet," Tina called back.

"Help me!" Zeke squealed.

Carla slowly closed the bedroom door.

Zeke took the next few punches in a daze. Carla knew her friend would kick his
ass? Who was this chick? He was groggy now. His knees buckled.

Tina let go of Zeke and he dropped to the floor like a load of grain. She
stepped on his back with her open toed sandal and pulled his right arm way
back, twisting it like a chicken leg. He felt it pull free from the socket
making sickening sucking sounds. He wailed and cried. She let go and the arm
dropped useless at his side, throbbing, on fire.

Tina knelt down and stuffed a dirty bandana, that had been on the couch, into
his mouth. "Shut up, whiner," she snarled. "Did Carla make so much noise when
you hit her?"

He tried to apologize for hitting Carla. His mouth moved to say "I'm sorry,"
but no noise came out.

Tina leaned over Zeke, hovering, filling the sky over him. Her one hand was
around his neck and the other was caressing his balls. "You look just about
done," she purred, then licked his battered face.

She flipped him over on his back, then slid up and sat down with her
jeans-clad clam mashed into Zeke's nose and mouth, facing forward so she could
see the panic in his eyes. She let all her weight settle onto his face. It
felt like his nose would break. He could smell her clam juice. She looked down
at him, still with one hand reaching back and stroking his balls.

He was too frightened to fight, and too beat up to move. But her hand on his
balls felt very good. Oh so good.

"Now, for Carla's sake, I'm not going to crush your yarbles," said Tina. She
stroked Zeke's sack with an expert hand. "Consider yourself lucky." She gave
his nuts a little squeeze that sent a shock of pain up his sides. "Very lucky.
I don't know why Carla likes playing the submissive to big-cock boys like you,
but she does. So, fuck her all she wants. Be an asshole, even. She seems to
like that. But if you ever strike her in anger again, I will pull your big
boner off and stuff it down your throat. I will watch you suffocate on it. Do
I make myself clear?"

He nodded his acceptance. He submitted.

Her hand moved from his groin up his long pole. "Jesus... you sure are hung -
that's a regular horse cock! Can Carla pick 'em or what?" She flushed a bit.
"My oh my!" The crotch of her jeans got hot on his face. She panted as she
rubbed her pie on his face and stroked his bone with her fingers. Her tight
jeans hurt his damaged face.

"Oh!" she chirped in sudden discovery. Tina picked up Zeke's beer. "Just what
I need to cool off!" She stopped humping his face and lifted his beer to her
lips She drank it down in one go.

Tina smacked her lips and sighed, then asked, "Where's your wallet, little
man?"

Zeke pointed to the mantle with his left hand. His right arm felt like it
wasn't attached anymore. His right shoulder felt like someone was dripping hot
lava onto it where the arm had been twisted free of the socket.

Tina got up and took the cash from his wallet. She counted out 94 dollars, and
didn't look satisfied. She gave Zeke a boot in the ribs. "Tight-wad." The
bandana shot from his mouth as air escaped. He curled up at her feet and tried
to breath.

"Okay Carla," Tina called. "Let's go out and party."

Carla stepped out and walked up to Tina. She stepped over Zeke. "I tried to
warn you, honey," she said. "Tina is a pro. She beats up men for money -
undefeated." She shook her head. "Christ, Tina! Did you have to mess him up so
bad? Just look what you did to his pretty face! And you know he's not going to
be in any shape to ride me hard by tomorrow morning! I got used to staring my
day with a crippling fuck!"

"Quit bitchin'," said Tina. "He's alive."

"Barely," Carla replied. "Poor baby."

"And with everything I taught you, you could have kick his ass yourself," Tina
added. "He aint shit, are you Zeke?"

"No, miss," Zeke groaned.

Tina bent down and pinched his left nipple between her fingers and thumb. She
twisted it hard. "Say it!" she snarled.

"I aint shit," Zeke whimpered. "I aint shit! I aint shit!"

Tina let him go and stood straight. "See? He admits it."

A dark bruise grew around Zeke's left nipple.

Carla knelt down before Tina. "Please don't hurt him anymore, Tina. I'll do
anything you say."

Tina smiled. "Anything?" She stepped up close to Carla and popped her clam in
her face.

Carla smiled up. Her hands ran up the curvy, bare length of Tina's legs. Tina
closed her eyes and arched her back. Carla ran her hands all around Tina's ass
and buried her face in the front of Tina's cut-offs. "Oh yes... anything!"

Two points poked out on the front of Tina's tight red top. Her cheeks flushed
red. She put her hand on Carla's head. "You got a deal, doll-cakes. Let's go
seal it in my van." Tina stood and they kissed. Tina pulled back. "You have so
much to offer. Why do you stoop to people like this maggot?" she pointed down
to Zeke.

Carla shrugged. "What can I say? I like playing the bottom to well hung, horny
men. It gets me off." She looked down at Zeke. "I hope you didn't break his
spirit too bad. He was real good in the sack, you know, a real hard driver."

"I didn't bust him up that much. He can still crawl to the emergency room to
get that shoulder fixed. But hey! Whatever flips your skirt, doll-cakes. Let's
head out. Zeke's buying." She waved the cash.

"Bye honey," called Carla. "I'll blow you nice and gentle when I get home!
Promise! Get someone to set that shoulder. It looks nasty."

Zeke groaned and rolled on the floor.

Carla pranced along-side of Tina with her arm around the big woman's waist.

"Can I borrow him sometime?" Tina asked. "Just for a fuck? No more sparing
practice."

"Anything for you, big girl," Carla cooed back. "Anything at all." She
squeezed Tina's round ass on the way out.