"During the abominable night, that was Monday, heaven and hell clashed. As the songs of the instruments rose high up, and the spirits of all those present were burning with a stunning passion, the two men met." - Diary of Christian: When Meat Collides

The street lights shine upon the playground. The air is cool, the stolen clothes are protecting me just fine, yet no man who dropped their pants seems bothered by it. It's because of those two standing in the middle. The closer you are, the stronger the heat of battle these two emanate. There is also this strange feeling I have inside of me. While my legs want to run, my eyes are glued to them, afraid to miss the moment they clash.

There are some people carrying Francesco's men, which El Copon befell. Nataelo doesn't seem bothered by it, rather annoyed and perhaps a bit disappointed. *Sigh* "Only three of them?". Nataelo looks like a disappointed father towards El Copon, although they look about the same age, scratching his rough beard. He puts out a smile, so I cover my eyes while his loyal subjects let their eyes be burnt by the shine, "I guess I shouldn't have come all the way here then.". His words piss off the booty clappers, some of them walking from behind the crows to the front while making steady claps of the cheeks.

"And these are?" Nataelo asks, looking from above at all of them, still scratching at his beard.

"Not my business, is what they are," El Copon looks with disgust at them, but they don't seem to care. "Have I not told you to sit back and watch, brothers?" I see what's going on. His five brothers step up, each of a different height and body composition. They all seem younger and have different facial features, making me wonder if they're related by blood or not. The only common thing they seem to share, is their buttocks. Even so though, I can't see El Copon's butt really well, his pants being a bit baggy and only revealing itself when he claps his cheeks.

"How can we sit back as he insults you?!" the smallest of them, who's about the same size as me, steps up, hands in tight, brown, leather jeans. They all wear different fashion of clothing, but they share a similar style, only the tallest one differs. He's closer to El Copon's style, so it might be a matter of rank or something similar.

"Alberto is right," the tallest one steps in, dressed in a nice purple suit, "we can't let him run his mouth when no one here has ever seen him fight.". He was never seen fighting, yet he seems to contain much power in his groin. "So if he thinks you putting down three of his is weak, then how about you put down one of us? We should make for about ten of yours," while he seems cocky, there seems to be a silent agreement between the two groups. The booty clappers have respect, while the dick slappers a sense of fear and anger in their eyes.

"You're Ricardo the Tall Cheek, right?" Nataelo looks from below at him, yet he seems to stand on some other, taller point of existence. "I heard about you," Nataelo turns his body towards his, somehow showing respect through the action "you caused trouble for Heprane during the resupply.". Ricardo doesn't even wait for him to finish, so when Nataelo raises his finger, probably wanting to say a few more words to him, Ricardo unleashes his bare ass upon him.

"My claps reach a high frequency, strong enough to shatter glass and incapacitate someone for a few moments," Ricardo explains, as he aggressively starts shaking his hips up and down, vibrations seem to be produced at the buttock level as the speeds reach a fever high. Joining him are the three other brothers in height descending order, while the smallest one watches, probably trying to gauge the strength of Nataelo. Together, the sound of their clapping cheeks, makes everyone unaccustomed, me included, shake their knees from afar. I can hold better since I'm further away, but those closer to it don't seem to have too good of a time.

Nataelo, on the other hand, seems frozen in place, his gaze upon the concrete below. "What's wrong, king of dicks? Did your balls drop or something?" the third brother makes fun of him, his teenage moustache hanging with disgust to his upper lip, while the booty clappers start to giggle. "Can't handle the power of our brotherly ass bonding?" the second one says, and the crowd of booty clappers start laughing in disrespect.

*SKPSHT* The slap of the dick silences it all, this one more sharp than the first Nataelo introduced. "Power?" Nataelo asks, the brothers dropping to their knees one by one, Ricardo still standing but his cheeks trembling in fear. "This isn't power, but the mere imitation of it," his words bear some deeper meaning, as if he has reached a point they can only dream of. *SKAPSHT* this one is resembling the very first, having more power behind it. The brothers seem to have entered a state between drug high and delusion, as they start swinging their hips around, everything being over in just a minute. "Poor things," Nataelo looks with pity at them, then he turns his back and looks at El Copon, "they didn't know better, and now that they do, they're forever stuck in a shattered, split reality.".

I can't believe how right boss was, this guy is beyond powerful, he's a maniac too. Nevermind baiting him on a crosswalk, I'll be lucky to escape half sane if I enter his proximity. Even if I had the power of my crosswalk and he didn't, I have to wonder if I could win such a fight. Although, the more I think about it, that would be enticing. Hmm, I wonder what is this, my spirit, seeing him defeat those goons so easily, is burning up!

"Told you to sit by and watch," El Copon approaches his defeated brothers, the smallest one is still watching from afar, "now I must bear the shame of you all being so weak.". *BOOM* with a powerful clap of his cheeks, he blasts my eardrums and his brothers away, the force of the soundwave, shattering. "Now, let's resume our fight, shall we?" El Copon says as he feels his gold chain, a crooked smile adorned by more gold on his teeth showing through.

The four fallen brothers are being taken care of, while the smallest one makes a sign, some sort of cross or I don't know, and then sits himself at the front of the crowd, probably wanting some more action. Nataelo strokes his hair with both hands, letting it go in a slick manner down his neck, El Copon stretches his legs, both prepared to unleash their power.

There was a moment of silence, then, broken by a sudden *BOOM*, Nataelo's arms go up in the air and his front is exposed. El Copon takes the chance and closes the gap by running backwards, his ass forward, then below Nataelo's nose. "Unleash!" he screams, and, with the roar of a thousand dying pigs, he blasts Nataelo to the face with an earth shattering fart. The pressure is so high in fact, that the concrete below makes cracking sounds. All of us watch wondering what happened to Nataelo, as a dust cloud mixed with the smoking fart rises up and envelops him. "How's that, Nataelo?" El Copon straightens himself, then pulls from his jeans-beans?! "Ate plenty of this shit," he puts more of those beans in his mouth, "raw and all, just for you. Combined with the clap of my cheeks, I bet it's quite the-" El Copon didn't have time to finish, running back to his original position in the next moment. I can't understand why though?

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Hmm, looking closer and-oh my. "Dirty tactics like these mean nothing to me, Cojones," El Copon frowns upon Nataelo's words, visibly annoyed. Probably both by the name, and the fact that Nataelo is seemingly unaffected. Well, besides his hair that is up and ripped pants. "Now, let us do it for real, I'm getting bored here," I can see it even more clear now, the reason as to why all the booty clappers are shaking in their boots, and the reason all these people venerate the dick slapping. "My Prized Jewels and God's First Thing are ready to take you on," this is... beautiful. To a normal person, they might look like deformities, but given the time I spent amongst dicks and balls, I can see the beauty of it. The three testicles with no wrinkles present although they're hanging loosely. I can tell why he can produce such ferocious strikes, the balls are able to cushion a good part of it, the third acting as a means to elevate his floppy dick further. And his dick, no, as he said, God's First Thing, I can't begin to understand the grueling training and pain he had to endure for it. You can see them all, below his foreskin, golden spheres that protrude from underneath, wanting to let themselves shine. Below the tip, from where the balls are, a truly powerful pillar supports his Thing. Each vein is a carefully sculpted piece of art. They don't take any wrong directions, they flow and go up to the foreskin in such a beautiful manner. I hate to admit it, but if he were to come at me with that, I might've fallen for it.

"You're insane, Nataelo, I'll give you that," don't call this saint insane you neanderthal! "But that makes us to," what does he-holy unholy satan, his ass is rock solid! "This is the fruit of endless training, painful memories and deep sorrow," I can tell at least most of it is true. The shape could be said to be chiselled in stone, as he has no curves, but plain stone cold muscle that takes sharp, yet well defined turns. The skin is also smooth and shiny in the light, yet it gives an air of tough sturdiness. "Do you know, Nataelo, what makes a good clap of the cheek?" Nataelo doesn't respond, instead crosses his arms, his Thing hanging with pride forward. "Destruction," I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but he seems really serious about it. "Let me tell you a story.."

6 years ago - in another city

"Cupi! I didn't know you will be around," that's the woman I loved, Anelle. "What's wrong? Weren't you supposed to be on a business trip?" I grabbed her by the waist, I simply couldn't stay away from her, not when that little ass was unprotected. I grabbed her, the way she liked it, not too hard as to not feel her bones beneath. "Oh stop it," she was a bit shy about it, since no one ever liked her ass like I did. "So tell me, why are you here?" she asked me as I was feeling her ass real good, even though I could tell there was nothing much for her to feel.

"I finished faster than we thought," I was on a mission to assimilate some small gang around the city, called the feet smellers. "So we can enjoy ourselves today," and so we did, like every other day. But as fate would have it, that day changed everything for her, and me.

We went to this shop, and they were selling various magazines. Some men over there noticed, or rather didn't, her small ass. I always had beef with guys who wouldn't look at her like I did. I know that for most they would want the complete opposite, but I knew how much she suffered from it. She never told me she did, it was just the right thing to assume. So I went up to them and "What, you don't like what you see big man?". At that time I was larger myself, had a fatter ass. It wasn't because I liked it, but because it seemed like the only way to attain higher power.

"Who are you? And the hell are you talking ab-" before he could finish, since I knew what he would say, I clapped my cheeks. The claps weren't powerful, but the technique was doing most of the work, so I could defeat simpletons like him real fast.

"Oh Copi, you shouldn't have," she told me, but my glance told her that I had to in fact. Then it came crashing down on me, maybe because I was trying too hard to defend her or because I was ignorant, but then ant there, as she ran towards me to give me a hug, I saw a fat model magazine. To say I was perplexed by it, wouldn't cut it. I was distraught beyond belief. The woman I loved, the one I put my trust into, and her tiny ass, was looking at sacrilegious texts.

"Babe... what is that?" I asked her, and she looked confused, only a moment later realising what she's done. And even so, she didn't seem bothered in the least by it. "Have you gone insane?! What is this shit doing in your hands?!".

"Copi stop! You're scaring me!" I didn't care, so I took her magazine, placed it between my cheeks and tore it to pieces between my gluteus maximuses. Her face was shocked and tears started to fall on her face. At the time, I believed that maybe she realised the wrong she had done to me, even hugged her and allowed for her hands to touch my cheeks. It wasn't something sexual, but a sign of trust.

Days passed, then weeks and eventually, a month after the incident, I returned once more home. I had to take care of more gangs around my city, all weak but time consuming. When I did, I realised that mistake I did. She grew fat, her beautiful thirty kilos transformed into an abominable fifty in just that month alone.

"Babe...?" I caught her in the bed, two ice cream boxes by the side. "What is the meaning of this?" the first thing I felt was confusion, surging from the bottom of my heart, followed by anger and a cruel realisation. "I should've put you on a diet, no carbs," I simply fell to my knees. And while she wanted to comfort me, she had to finish the last box before embracing me. "Get away from me!!" I screamed and tried to push her, but she was too heavy for my arms that were conditioned to her skinny body. "Get! Away.. from... me...." I succumbed to her embrace and allowed my mind to fade.

But, as her act of treason sunk me further and further, there, in the depths of darkness, I had found refuge. It wasn't much, but a low burning flame trying to reach for the place I was once at. So, I made a pact with the flame. "Burn. Burn for me, burn me if you need, and everything else with it," the flame spoke back to me in its tongue. I then covered it, so it wouldn't be extinguished. But the flame tried to betray me too, trying to consume me from the inside out and leave nothing behind, so I had to fight it. The power was great and would've allowed me to accomplish all the things I wanted, though, it was the cost of my humanity. By not allowing it, I emerged anew, reborn from fire and with a wrath to match it.

6 years later

"And here I stand! Six years later, after I dumped my girlfriend, I worked my ass off," literally, "so I can destroy everything that opposes my belief!!". I hope it's not what I think it is- "My love for tiny asses!!!" this madness goes beyond anything I've seen, and I fought the graveyard menace. "So tell me, Nataelo. How dare you stand against me, knowing all the pain I had to endure, eh?!". Nataelo seems to think for a little, still holding his arms crossed, then, he takes a step towards him.

"All this talk about power and pain, what you've done, what you've gone through," he's standing a push away from him, the atmosphere feels so heavy and tense, I might shit myself. *SKAPSHHT* the sound of the holy whip, but not on his skin, on El Copon's! The strike flings him into the crowd of booty clappers, knocking a whole group of them down. "Against me, you're still a kid who is yet to know what the world can do to you," his tone, while strong and calm, bears a sense of sadness with it, and his eyes were telling the same feeling for a moment, only to look back at El Copon. "Good, you're not done yet," El Copon flexes his buttcheeks, and is back on his feet. While I couldn't see it, whispers go around that he destroyed the concrete below.

"I see what you are," El Copon says as he feels the strike imposed on his cheek, some blood coming out of it, "you're indifferent.". I think his issue was with a seemingly small thing you got obsessed and- "For that I have decided, I hate you," his cheeks are starting to get red. Not from using them as explosives to get up, but the muscles swelling with blood in anticipation for what's to come. "So I will use this," I see the secret of his chiseled ass, he was squeezing it! "This booty that I have developed through arduous training and hellish diet," *BOOOM*.