BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

Read here their first encounter.

The Challengers

Blaze:

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Rob Hunter:

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The Fight

Blaze:
The sounds of footsteps coming down the hall and then a clicking sound. The remote control comes flying over my head and I jerk upward with my fists up ready to fight. “Why do you insist on watching the match over and over again?” I sit up on the couch and rub my eyes. My roommate sits next to me and hands me some pancakes and eggs. “Look. I get that you have some animosity toward Daniel…and Rob, although I don’t understand why Rob stepped away from the situation, but you are beginning to worry me. I mean, you watched this match dozens of times over the last two weeks. Why can’t you let it go?”

I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. “I just don’t think you will get it Gabe. It has been my mission to get even for so long and I finally was able to until…” I go silent as I stare at the blank TV screen. “Crack”….rewind….”crack”…rewind…”crack”…..in my head I replay the same chair shot to the back of my head. That image has been replaying almost 1,000 times it seems. “Hey”…snap snap….”hey”….snap snap. Gabe snapping his fingers in front of my face. “See. You are doing it again. You can’t get your mind off of it,” says Gabe. “I’m angry!” I yell. “And Daniel once again gets away. Daniel’s bitch ass is going to pay.”

Rob Hunter:
It's been a while now since I suffered my last humiliating defeat against Blaze - a ghost from the past. I took some time out to get my head clear again and think about everything that happened lately. Therefore I took a trip to the US where I met several guys for some fun wrestling. Nothing too competitive, I just wanted to have an enjoyable time and forget about the troubles at home. I also got rid of my manager Daniel. After he abused my trust and sent this package to TheSuperboy to fire him up and beat me in the cage fight, I also was reminded of the stuff he did as a child. And if it wasn't enough, he also interfered in the match and beat down Blaze with a chair.

After I fired Daniel, a huge burden fell off my shoulders. But one thing was still in my mind. Blaze...Is he still mad at me that I couldn't stop Daniel back then when we were children? Does he still really hate me? Since our match, those thoughts are hunting me in my dreams. I don't know why...but somehow I really care what he thinks about me...and I deeply wished he could just forget about the past.

Back from my trip I just arrived at my door with two suitcases full of stuff I brought from the US. I dig out my keys and open my post box which is surprisingly pretty stuffed with different letters and before I can react they all drop down on the concrete. I sigh and bend over to grab them. One letter caught my eye. A black one with a flame stamp on it. "What...?" I mumble to myself, wondering what this could be. I pick it up and open it...too curious about the sender. It is from Blaze...He demands a rematch...and my heart stops for a moment.

Blaze:
The door to the condo shuts and I immediately jump to my feet. Out of sight I hear Gabe, “I don’t know why I get involved in your shit. What was the purpose of…damn it…why? Why are you walking around with a hard-on again?” He throws his keys on the table while averting his eyes. “It’s been a week and I’m storing up a massive load to dump inside Rob for our match.”
Gabe rolls his eyes, “I know you have told me over and over again.” “Well, did you deliver the other package? I mean…I know he got the mail but did you drop it off at his place?” I question Gabe.

“What was even in that package anyway? And by the way, this is the last time I will help you. I’m out of this mess” exclaims Gabe. “Just a souvenir that I give to all my fans.” I smirk while I autograph another picture from the stack of photos….the one of you KOed on my shoulder with your load dripping out of your mouth with the tip of your cock still between your lips. I drop the pen and walk toward the front door while grabbing my gym bag and heading to the arena.

Rob Hunter:
This is the first time in a long while in my career that I have to face an opponent all on my own. I haven't heard from Daniel since I called him and explained that I don't want to work with him anymore in the future. His reaction was like I expected. He's always been a spitfire and easily offended, but I really don't care about that. He can be the sweetest manager and very caring, but if something doesn't go his way, he can get really aggressive and sometimes even be rude. So the last thing he wished for me was another humiliating defeat and that my career goes down the drain.

Today it's finally time to face this tough stud again. Blaze could manage to get the upper hand in our last match...but I intend to not let that happen again. I want my revenge. And I want to show him the real power of the Hunter. And this time it will be him who gets destroyed. Not only physically....but also mentally....

I leave the house early tonight and make my way to the arena. I am in the locker rooms in the back. Focusing on the match. Usually, Daniel was supposed to fire me up before a fight. But tonight I'm doing it all by myself. *BEEP BEEP* My phone rings and I check the text message. "I got your back. Take care and kick ass!". Daniel? Wtf? I'm all confused. Is he here? Anyways. I need to stay focused. I look in the mirror. Waiting for the announcer to introduce you first as the defender...

Blaze:
The Hot Shots logo appears on the Jumbotron and a camera shows the record number of audience members. It switches to another camera located in the ring that shows a pair of black boots. It pans upward showing my thighs and then my bulge covered in red lycra shorts with a white and orange stripe on each side. It then moves upward further showing my hairy and oiled up abs and then chest. The fans cheer as it showcases my face as I nod up and down acknowledging their praise.

The announcer standing next to me with the microphone, “as noted in the contract from the last match, the winner gets to select any stipulation for the second match…” I reach out for the mic and the announcer looks a little perplexed, “I will take it from here.” He hands it over to me and I raise it to my lips. The fans start chanting my name over and over again. I have to raise my hand to get them to subside. “Thank you so much. The outpouring of concern has been very much appreciated, and I feel the love from each and everyone of you. As far as Daniel is concerned, if you are out there, I am coming for you and there will be no mercy for your punk ass.” The fans start chanting “punk ass” over and over again while I chuckle.

“Now….as far as Rob is concerned. I am starting to question whether you are aligned with the punk ass. Yes….you may have fired Daniel (laughs)…fired…how appropriate. However, you still are still guilty by association. So, let’s continue with your ‘humiliation tour’ tonight in a…FALLS….COUNT…ANYWHERE…MATCH!!!!” I yell the final words and then drop the mic to the ground. “Bring my little bitch out!!!”

Rob Hunter:
The tension in the arena is so thick it can be cut with a knife. I stand behind the curtain with my eyes closed and in my head, the scenes from our last match are playing in a loop. It was one of my most humiliating defeats ever and I still get shivers all over my body when I see the pictures in front of my inner eye. Again and again. Forced to skull fuck me...my ass on full display for everyone to see...my cum shooting down my...."ARRGGHH STOP!" I slap my cheek to get myself out of this trance. I need to focus and as I regroup again I can hear the crowd going crazy, cheering and shouting "Punk ass! Punk ass!". I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down...But when I hear you calling me a bitch, my blood boils up again and I clench my fists, ready to show you how much of a "bitch" I am.

The lights in the arena dim and a loud eagle scream fills the quiet of the hall, followed by the first lines of my entrance song. I step through the curtain and the crowd is going crazy as I throw up my arms and soak up the cheering for me. I make my way towards the ring with a determined look on my face. I step up the apron and climb through the ropes. My eyes are glued to you and your hot body. My lean muscles shine under the spotlights and I stretch my arm out and grab the microphone. "You talk way too much. I'm ready bitch!" I nod towards the ref and throw the microphone towards him. I don't let my eyes off you as I step back a bit, waiting for the bell to ring.

Blaze:
I nod up and down with every word coming out of your mouth. “Bring it….bring it…bring it…” is said after every statement. The blood is coursing through my veins and I back into my corner as the announcer is providing the rules about it having to be a submission or pin to win the match and there is no DQ. I kick back my foot and then the other one like a bull waiting to charge toward their target.

I can see across the ring that your guard is up and that this is going to be one hell of a match. Nothing else going through my mind other than demolishing your ass. It feels like it is taking an eternity and then the bell rings and I walk out confidently toward the center of the ring ready to lock up with you.

DING DING!

Rob Hunter:
The fight is on and I am as focused as never before. I admit my eyes wandered several times over the audience, wondering if I would see Daniel, but I pulled myself back again and my eyes were glued to you. We circle with hands up, both cautiously about the other one moving until we finally lock up and our shoulders clash together. The sound of it was the real ring bell as the crowd starts cheering on both sides, hyping us up to go beyond our limits. You are still full of revenge - but this time I am too!

We push and struggle for a short time, but I want to prove something here. So as we are fighting in the lockup to get the upper hand I decide to adjust my grip on you and reach under your already sweating armpits. I lean into you, pushing my side against you as I am going for a quick hip toss to throw you down on the canvas and get momentum.

Blaze:
I lock up with you in the center of the ring and feel like neither one of us is making any moment. I then feel you shift your hands and dig them into my sweaty pit only to toss me down to the mat in the hip toss. I show a little anguish in my face but then turn around to see you standing there with a smug look on your face. “You think you are crafty don’t you?”

I then get back to my feet and lock up with you but this time, I use my moment to push you in the collar and elbow lock up to get your back against the ropes. I slowly ease back as we both lift our hands in the air and then I wind back and backhand you hard across the chest. The fans let out a cringe-sounding, “ohhhh”. I smirk while grabbing your wrist and fling you across the ring. I follow you across the ring and as you hit the ropes and bounce back I am there immediately to meet you with a clothesline sending you over the top rope and to the mat below. I grip onto the top rope and shake it violently while yelling trying to get amped up.

Rob Hunter:
We lockup again but this time you are much more aggressive as in the first one. I grunt as I need to use a lot of power to hold against you but I'm slowly getting pushed back against the ropes and just one moment after WHACK! you slap your backhand across my pecs, leaving a red mark on them. I let out a deep UFFFFF and without giving me a chance to regroup you grab my wrist and fling me across the ring. I try to catch myself in the ropes and bounce back with a counter if you plan to attack me, but you were right behind me and as I twist around, leaning into the ropes your forearm comes flying on my pecs again, sending me over the top rope and I drop on the mats outside the ring.

You roar like a wild animal as you shake the ropes and it's like it's waking me up from this surprised state I am in right now. I stumble up on my feet as you are enjoying the crowd firing you up now. I don't want to miss that chance. We are close and I wanna get momentum as I reach inside the ring, trying to grab your ankles and YANK on them to knock you down on your back. I PULL again on your legs, managing to get them over my shoulders as your crotch comes closer to my face. I ROAR out loud, twist my body and without hesitation I drop on my ass, going for a Sit out Powerbomb and trying to get some wind out of you.

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Blaze:
My sweat flying everywhere as I grip the ropes and let out an earth shattering yell. The fans go crazy as my veins bulge out of my arms while shaking. I look down to see a fan patting you on the back but only for a split second as you pull my legs out from underneath me and my back hits the mats. As I am pulled under the ring ropes, I grab with both hands to the bottom rope and hold as tight as I can.

My legs are placed on both sides of your head as you pull and I squeeze my thighs with my bulge right against your face. I then feel you tug hard and I lose my grip as my back slams into the mats in the sit out power bomb. I roll around gripping my back in pain as I see you in the corner of my eye with your back against the barricade. I continue to roll and reach for the ring apron while crawling under the ring to the point where only my foot and ankle are showing.

Rob Hunter:
I roll up on my knees again and then push myself up on my legs, wiping away some saliva from the corner of my mouth. My eyes are following you as you beat a retreat and crawl under the ring. I smirk and follow you as I can still see your ankle showing. "Wanna play hide and seek?" Sneaking around you and smiling. I remember when I was a little child and I was scared of having my foot peek out from under the blankets while sleeping. I knew it would be dangerous.

I reach down and grab your ankle to YANK you back quickly, but only as far until your legs are out. Your body is still hidden under the ring. I step over you and catch both of your ankles as I adjust my stand. I look into the audience and put on an evil grin as I start to squat down, trying to put you in a modified Boston Crab. The crowd is only able to assess the trouble you're in, by seeing how your legs bend out from under the ring and your bulge pointing towards them. "Hey Blaze! Not sure if you can hear me! But the crowd LOVES this view!" I bark with a grimace face.

Blaze:
I start trying to search for something under the ring to use against you but it is so dark that I can only feel around. I feel something small that can fit in the palm of my hand but then I feel you grab my legs and start pulling them backward in the Boston crab. I let out a yell as you crank my legs backward and I reach down for my trunks and adjust my waistband some. My bulge grinding into the mat. The camera zooms in on my leg quivering and spasming from the tension. I reach forward and can see light from the other side of the ring. It’s the ref asking if I give and I shake my head. I am able to see something mounted from under the ring, so I reach out and grip onto it, pulling forward knowing that you don’t have much room to apply the hold and try to pull my entire body under the ring.

Rob Hunter:
Totally enjoying it as I am in control with this hold, not even knowing if you already submitted or not. I can't hear you and I wink into the crowd, showing off the domination. My pecs flexing rock hard as your leg starts twitching in my grip. The ref signaled to me that you won't submit..."HMMMPFF!" I slam your leg down on the mats and turn around facing the ring.

I reach down again to grab your legs. "Come out! You've been the monster under my bed way too much already!" remembering the humiliation you put me through in our last match. But it's payback time. You're going after the wrong one. And you don't care. I YANK you roughly out from under the ring and I see your ripped back under me. ""I'M NOT JOKING TONIGHT FUCKER!" I yell and raise one leg to STOMP your thick lats.

Blaze:
I feel you tugging on my leg and pulling me out from under the ring while face down. I smile knowing that I lured you right into my trap and the camera gets my reaction and the announcer says, “what is Blaze thinking? Wait…what is that?” And as you lift your leg into the air to stomp down on my leg, I turn my body while saying, “you need to cool it Rob!” A blast of what looks like smoke covers your face as you retreat backwards holding your face.

“Is that a…” says one of the announcers as the camera shows me hugging a fire extinguisher and laughing. I eventually get to my feet and point the hose at your crotch and release a long stream right into your groin. “Dance my little puppet…DANCE!”

Watching your back against the barricade that separates us from the fans, I drop the extinguisher and charge forward with a brogue kick sending you over the barricade and into the first row.

Rob Hunter:
My eyes go wide and my jaw drops as I look down on you - just about to nail that stomp - you roll away and as I realize what that red thing was you found under the ring it was already too late. My vision gets dark and I shut my eyes, clenching my lids and I start coughing, stumbling around shocked and blinded. "WHA..." *cough* "WHAT THE..." *cough* I feel the barricades behind me. "...THE FUUUC UNNGGHHHH!" my head snaps back as you nail your Brogue Kick, sending me over the barricades into the audience.

The guys in the first row jump up like frightened deers in the middle of the action. I grunt as I'm curled up on the floor between the chairs and guys standing around me in a half circle. "UNGH...FU...FUCK" I slowly push myself on all four. My head is hanging down and I'm drooling a bit. I shake my head a bit, but the impact is not that easy to shake off.

I place one hand on a chair and push myself up on my knees. My eyes catch some of the guy's crotches. Some of them covered - some of them naked. A guy right in front of me is jerking off and the thought of him getting horned up seeing me down on the floor, makes my blood boil up and though I'm still dizzy I'm looking around for you to get focus again.

Blaze:
I stand on top of the barricade and look down on you while flexing both biceps for the crowd as they cheer. I adjust my bulge which looks much larger than before and then drop down to the concrete floor with all of the folding chairs set up and the fans back up making a circle around us.

I see the muscle stud fan jerking off to the side a couple of rows up. I reach down while pulling you up by your hair. I then plant one hand between your legs from behind and place the other one on your neck as I hoist you up on my shoulders in a torture rack. My body glistening with sweat as I continue walking with you on my shoulders and bending you back. I make it halfway up the steps and stop at the fan jerking. I bend your head down some. “Hey bud…I think Rob needs another ‘extinguisher’ to the face” and I turn your body so that your face is in direct line of his jerking.

Rob Hunter:
As I look around my eyes eventually roll to the side, distracted by this huge cock jerking off right in front of me. Only at third glance I realize how big his rod is. Oiled up and covered with veins. And obviously rock hard. I push myself up a bit more and right in the process you pull me up using a fistful of my hair and as you suddenly hoist me up on your shoulders I know I'm in big trouble now. I wave my arms around as you parade me around in that Torture Rack. "AARRGGGHHH FUUUUUCK!" I scream as you bend my head back.

My head is upside down and with semi-closed eyes I see a familiar silhouette. My brain needs some time to process the picture. My eyelids are twitching as I open them a bit more and I suddenly recognize what I see. It's that huge cock, jerking right into my face. "NOO NO NO!!!" I stutter and wave my arms in panic as I see his mushroom cockhead is pumping hard and I'm sure it won't take long until this cock loses a massive load...right into my face.

I squirm and struggle as best as I can, my left hand is trying to find your face before his cum sprays into my face, while my right hand tries to pry open your hand on my neck.

Blaze:
I maneuver you around to where the fan can easily aim his load right into your face. As you are pleading “no”, I yell, “that’s right…cry like the little bitch that you are.” My hand shivers from your thighs and right into your exposed crotch and I squeeze while doing squats in the process, “one, two, three, four” counting each squat. “Who’s my little cum whore” laughing at my own rhyme. I can feel you grasp at something and I squeeze your balls hard as your arms flail back out.

The fan closes his eyes and arches back as a stream of his man juice splashes across your face. I laugh as rope after rope coats your face. The fans cheer along as I then continue walking up the steps and drop you at the entrance way into the concourse. I reach back down and place both hands on your throat and try to lift you up.

BAM!!!! I feel something large hit me in the back and I stumble forward holding my back. A large trash can ricochets off my back and to the steps below.

Rob Hunter:
UGH UGH I start gagging a bit as some of this massive cum shot directly fires into my mouth, forcing me to swallow that thick juice. You carry me around as the cum is running down my cheeks and you let me drop to the floor right in front of you. UNNGGHH! I grunt deep and without giving me a second to regroup again you reach down, hoist me up on my throat. My feet slowly get lifted off the ground. My hands are grabbing your wrists in panic as I'm running out of air very quickly and as my eyes start to roll back in my head, limbs start to spasm...BAAAMMM! I drop down on the floor again and I gasp hectically and roll on my back to free my lungs from pressure. I get blinded by the spotlights, but slowly my eyes get used to the brightness and a silhouette is showing. Getting clearer with every blink of my eye..."What..." I grunt deep. "Da-niel?"

I kinda guessed you would be here, but still I am shocked. My head is still a bit dizzy, but my emotions towards you changed completely over the past weeks. You were the one who always taught me how to play a fair match. But there you are again, interfering and this time even saving me from big trouble. I roll around face down and on all four. As I look up I see a large trash can rolling slowly towards me and I stop it with my hand. You're not far away from it and if I am fast enough I could get momentum. I push myself up, seeing you regrouping again and I know I can't waste any time. I grit my teeth and push myself up, holding onto the trash can. "Come on Rob! Extinguish that flame!" Daniel commands towards me in a low voice.

I couldn't define the feeling at that very moment. I used to get pumped up by him. He was always there cheering for me. Or so I thought. Since I realized he has always been the one getting me into trouble. But I swore to myself this will have an end. I'm sick of drama...and sick of cheating. I pump up my lungs as I breathe in deep. I hold the trash can right in front of me and take a step forward. I lean on my right foot, then suddenly shift my weight back, using the speed and I SMASH the trash can right into Daniel’s face. The sound of it makes the crowd shrug as Daniel gets knocked on his back and he is lying there with his body spasm. I slowly turn around. My chest heaving as I look towards you as you're already up again. "Is that fired enough, Blaze?"

Blaze:
I lay on the cold concrete and toss and turn as the pain shoots up my lower back. It feels as if my muscles are cramping. I roll around at the top of the stairs and rest on my back with my eyes shut as I feel like the shot to my lower back may have damaged my kidneys. I eventually open my mouth and take in a deep breath of air like a fish out of water. I then let out a higher pitched yelp and kick at the ground.

As I begin to open my eyes with my mouth still ajar, I am blinded by the arena lights and only see someone standing above me and hear you say his name. That punk ass bitch manager of yours that has become the biggest thorn in my side. I then taste something, something salty, and I know that the person standing above me is you and that taste is the fan’s load dripping onto my tongue.

I roll over to my stomach and get to all fours and start spitting trying to get the taste of the fan out of my mouth. My mind is racing…”great. They are plotting against me. How am I supposed to win like this?” But then I hear a collision….it sounds like another trash can hitting the concrete and I know I have to make my move quickly. The fans are cheering “Rob! Rob! Rob!” and I’m absolutely confused as to what has happened behind me. I refuse to let me guard down and as I turn, I hear “is that fired enough Blaze?”

While on one knee and within less than a second of hearing your question, I turn around and see your legs in a wide stance and I deliver an uppercut right between your legs and smashing into your balls. I can finally see your face…making an “O” with your lips as the cum drips down your forehead and cheeks. I smile and then see Daniel laid out on the ground with a trash can next to him. “What…the…”

Rob Hunter:
Though my intention was to get rid of a toxic relationship in my life I was also hoping it would maybe convince you. But you seem to be full of revenge and there is no way to get through it. It blinds you...and without any warning UUUUUGGGHHH! My body jerks and I kneel down, holding my crotch. My face is a grimace and I finally drop to my knees in front of you looking straight at you with semi-closed eyes. "You...fuck...ing....bitch..." I grunt deep and the adrenaline is boiling up in my head. It's enough. Someone needs to get you out of your fury. I let go of my balls, just to grab your head with my hands, pull you in as I'm going for a nasty Headbutt trying to stun you for a moment.

Blaze:
“Fuck” the final word rolling off my tongue as I realize that you just protected me against Daniel. The words in my head, “maybe Rob isn’t such a bad guy…” CRACK! Instant pain in my forehead as you slam your head into mine. I stumble back slightly with my back against the entrance to the arena. My eyes water slightly and I can feel blood on my forehead. I reach my hand up to touch it. “Wait that’s not blood, it’s the fan’s cum”

I start to reel back as I look over and see your hand back on your balls with Daniel still laid out next to you. While on my ass and my hands on the ground, I shuffle back through the entrance and can see that you are pretty pissed now. I need to retreat for a second to gather my thoughts, to get this pain out of my head, and to form a plan. I turn while getting to my feet and take off running looking for a place to hide.

A fan making his way back into the arena bumps into me and I slam into him as his popcorn and drinks fly into the air. I look around in the concourse and see a concession stand, the bathrooms, food carts, and souvenir stands. I look back and don’t see you coming out of the entrance and go into hiding waiting for you to appear.

Rob Hunter:
The crowd is totally freaking out and cheering loud while this fight is taking place. I'm still on my knees and after my Headbutt connected well with your forehead I pull my hands back down to my ballsack, nursing my nuts which are still aching from the low blow. I see you backing away and stumble towards the entrance holding your face. The rest of the fan's cum on my face is slowly drying and it tenses on the skin of my cheeks.

I was expecting you would attack me again but as I follow you with my eyes you seem to look for a way out of here. "WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE GENTLEMEN? DANIEL SEEMS TO BE KNOCKED OUT AND BLAZE IS RUNNING OFF!" the announcer screams into his microphone as I slowly push myself up on my feet again. The pain in my manhood is lowering and I'm finally able to move again. I look around over the crowd and suddenly I realize them shouting at me. "GET HIM! GET HIM! GET HIM!" and that's my mission. Determined to bring you back to reality and drag you out of your blinding rage.

I take a look back to Daniel, still lying on the cold floor outside the ring. But I know I need to stay focused now, though the adrenaline is boiling up in my head. I'm panting and grunting like an animal..."Where is this bitch going?" I'm thinking to myself as I look towards the entrance again. I can't see you anymore, but I know you can't be far away. I stumble up the ramp and in the corner of my eye I see a fan with a half filled box of popcorn, the rest is spread on the floor. His shirt got big stains of something that looks like coke. I walk through the entrance and as I look through the hallway I see several food carts. "WHERE YOU HIDING FUCKER?" I scream through the hallway as I'm slowly getting into a fury myself. I kneel down and spy under the carts. "There you are..." Behind the third cart, which is selling your merchandise, I can see you on all four, hiding from me.

I sneak up on the other side of the cart and I ROAR like a wild animal as I lean in and push against it, trying to overturn the cart and let it fall on your back. "GET OUT AND FIGHT BLAZE!" I shout as I am waiting to see the impact on you.

Blaze:
I watch from underneath the cart and see your feet appear from the entranceway, and I turn with my back against the cart while squatting down. I slap myself across the face thinking, “No. No, this is the guy who went all of these years with Daniel acting like this. You should be angry still.” I say to myself. Just the thought of everything that Daniel did to me gets my rage amped up again and I no longer feel bad about the low blow. “Yes. Rob did say he was sorry last match and he proved his loyalty. No. Fight Blaze!” Still thinking to myself, and then I start thinking about how hot it was plowing your ass at the end of the last match. And, I start to pant slightly and sensually.

THUD! The cart starts to sway and slams into me as you push against it and I stumble back slightly. I then see you towering over me and my head goes right back to want to beat your ass. As you reach over to try to push the cart over on me, I roll to my side and barely escape the cart crashing down on me. I grab one of my tshirts and throw it at you as it hits you in the face. “You got a little something on your face Rob!” And I give you a devilish smirk.

Rob Hunter:
With my first attempt to throw the cart over I could only manage to push you to the floor. And when I finally could manage to bury you under your own merch, you were quicker and you roll out of the way in the last moment. I look over the place and wonder where you are and if you're even able to fight after that. But I wasn't aware that you escaped and before I can even react you throw one of your shirts towards me and it's wrapping around my face. "ARGGHH!" I roar in anger and grab the shirt and pull it down roughly, still keeping it in my hand. I look down on you and I'm huffing and puffing as my face turns red.

I see your grin...and it makes me even more raging right now. I run towards you like a wild bull and it looks like I would go for a direct assault on your body. But right in front of you I twist and swivel myself around you to appear right behind you. I whip the shirt around your neck and try to catch the other end with my hand, going to roll up the fabrics behind your head and with every turn the loop around your neck gets tighter and tighter. "How's THAT Blaze?" I say as I slowly start dragging you back towards the entrance of the arena.

Blaze:
I feel the shirts being wrapped around my throat and I start to grip at it as you turn and start dragging me by it. My tongue sticking out as I hack and claw at the tshirt. My ass on the concrete as I watch you drag us by fans who are cheering us on. My eyes squeezed shut and my ass left some wet marks on the concrete as you pulled me. A fan taunts me and throws his beer in my face. The beer runs down my face, furry chest, and abs. I try to clear my eyes and see the fan laughing while making a jerking motion over his sweatpants.

I then feel you pulling me upward with the shirt and trying to get to my feet. My chest heaving up and down with each breath. “You…are…just as much….an ass….hole as your manager….Rob.” I say while grinding my teeth.

Rob Hunter:
I drag you around on the cold floor and right before we approach the entrance again I pull you up to me. I look you deep in your eyes, seeing your face all wet and smelling really bad. You're telling me that I'm an asshole...and it doesn't surprise me that you don't learn. "I thought that beer cools you down a bit..." I smirk and YANK hard on the shirt around your neck, throwing you into the tables along the wall.

I throw the shirt into the corner and instantly follow you. "I'M AN ASSHOLE HUH?" I bark towards you and grab you by your hair. I pull you up roughly, going for a hard punch right into your beer-coated face. "It's time to show you some manners!" I grab your head again and drag you to the tables to SLAM your head into them.

Blaze:
As you release the shirt, I let out a huge gasp and fall down to one knee, but only for a split second as you pull me back up by my hair, “ahhhhhhhh” my head pulled backward and my Adam’s Apple is protruding out as a river of beer and sweat cascades down my chest and abs. You yell at me and I feel your fist slam into my face and I fall back to one knee only for you to pull me back up and then slam my face into the table. I bounce off of it, spin around, swing a punch into the air and land face down in the ground.

I hear the fans cheering and see your feet pacing back and forth before looking straight ahead and see those same sweatpants…those gray ones that the beer-throwing fan had on. I am able to get to all fours and see your shadow on the concrete in front of me. I look back in front of me and reach upward, grabbing the waistband of gray sweatpants guy, and I pull him forward. As I pull him, his erect cock flops out and under the waist band as he is pulled past me and right into you. As you try to move him out of the way, I get to my feet and plant my foot into your abs. As you are stunned, I reach across you and grab your shoulder with my other hand on your back. I lift you up and deliver a Rock Bottom right into the table. The table breaks between us and I lay there crumpled on top of you as the fans chant “holy shit!”

Rob Hunter:
It seems like you lost a little bit of your orientation as you crash down on the floor and throw your fists around...aiming for nothing but air. I smile and see someone in the corner of my eye. And you obviously also noticed him. You reach back in the same moment I was about to attack you and while I am rushing towards you, you fling that stranger towards me and we are colliding halfway. I stagger to the side from the impact and wave my arms around to catch myself and gain more balance. UFFFFFFFF I suddenly bend over as your heel slams right into my abs and within the next moment you scoop me up and SLAM me right into the table behind me. UUUUNNNGGGHH! I grunt deep as we both lay in the wooden wreckage. My back is burning and I squirm under you, covered by your arm and shoulder.

Blaze:
I inflict some pain on myself from the Rock Bottom but am able to roll off of you somewhat quickly while shaking my head. I watch as you squirm on the demolished table and look to my side to see the concession stand a few feet away. A menacing look crosses my face as I reach down for your ankle and tug on it. I continue to drag you by your ankle towards the concession stand and once we are finally there, I reach down and tug hard on your camouflage trunks, ripping them off of your body and exposing your cock.

I then lift you upward and lay you down on top of the rather massive counter. “I wonder what they serve at this stand Rob?” I then climb on the counter with you and prop you up with the back of your head on my bulge and place both of my feet on the side of your knees before reaching down and pulling on your ankle and falling back trapping you in a spladle while on the counter. Your asshole is on full display. “Remember this Rob? Revenge is so sweet!” As you begin to yell, I take my thumb and shove it in your mouth to quiet you down. “We are open for business over here everyone”

Rob Hunter:
My body is trembling and shaking after that impact. I moan deep as my back feels like fire and while I am lying in the wreckage you already slide off of me and plan your next move. The wooden wreckage is creaking under my weight as you grab my ankle and pull me out of the shattered table and drag me towards a concession stand. I squirm under the pain and I slightly kick around with my legs but I can't keep you from stripping me down. My rock hard pumping cock flops out and stands straight up, pointing into the air. Pre is leaking out of my piss hole and onto my ripped abs, which are flexing with every breath I take.

You hoist my sculpted body up on the stand and get in position right behind me. The back of my head firmly placed on your hard bulge and your legs make their way over mine. I know what you're about to do but I am still way too weak to power against you. "No...no....fuck...no..." I stutter as you set me up and pull my legs back into position. My head reddens in shame as you expose my bare bubble ass up into the air. My smooth hole puckering and my ass cheeks flex, trying to cover it up...but my legs are spread wide and my asscrack is on full display.

I gasp and moan but then you stick your thumb up into my mouth. A salty taste appears on my tongue...and my moans are muffled and weaker. I try to squirm my body but I am rolled up tight as my mind slowly gets clear again. I am fully aware what is happening here...but there is nothing I can do right now.

Only the camera man that followed us was able to catch the action for the audience in the arena. And as you got me in this humiliating hold he sneaks up and zooms in on my ass and everything gets streamed over the huge Jumbotron over the ring.

Blaze:
I smile as I look up and see all of the TVs in the concourse displaying your asshole on display. I get a rush out of knowing that this is being seen on thousands of TVs across the world. The fans cheering as I feel your lips pursed around my thumb. The ref checks on you to see if you want to give up but I know that you are stubborn.

I look throughout the crowd and beckon one of them to come closer. “I think one of my fans wants to show you that I’m number 1.” Since you can see my face, I make a gesture with my finger and the fans' eyes light up. “Fuck yeah” he groans. “Do it!” He then steps forward and starts sliding one of his fingers into your asshole. I feel your lips tightening on my thumb. “You give Rob?! Huh?! HUH?!?!” And I remove my thumb so you can answer.

Rob Hunter:
My muscled body rolled up like a package in this humiliating hold. Yes, I'm stubborn. I'm a Taurus and it's inborn. I can't focus on what is happening around me as I squirm my body as best as I can but suddenly ARRRGGGHHHHHH I feel something sliding into my tight chute. And as I am screaming you stick your thumb into my mouth "AAAARRRHHNMMMMPPPP!" my scream turns into muffling sounds and you ask me if I give up.

This is one of the most humiliating positions I've been so far but I won't submit. I just shake my head under the pressure and grunt deep. I clench my teeth and try to squirm my body as best as I can.

Blaze:
I feel your lips pursing on my thumb while I lick my index finger on my other hand. “Let’s see this bitch boy squirm!” I then take my finger and rub it in circles around your piss slit and feel your body start to twitch as I work the tip of your cock with my finger. The fan inserts another finger into your hole as he curls it up against your prostate. Your cock jerks up on its own.

Realizing that you are beyond stubborn, I know that you won’t submit in this hold, and I pull my thumb out of your as it makes a popping sound. I then unhook my legs from your legs and shove you forward as you slump down off the counter and to the concrete below. I stand on top of the concession stand and pump my fist in the air as the fans chant my name. I jump down from the counter and turn my back on you as I tell the cocky fan to lift you up. “What is Blaze doing?!” says the announcer “why not just get the pin now? Why turn your back on your opponent? Does he really need to adjust his bulge?” It appears that I am adjust my erection, but then I turn around and see the fan holding you up and I wind back and deliver a hard jab right to your jaw. Your face lights up with a blank stare once my hand connects with your jaw and you flop back. I smile while unclenching my fist and a pair of brass knuckles drops to the concrete next your naked, sweaty body laid out.

”Where the hell did Blaze get those?” The screen goes into a split picture of us live and when I was adjust my trunks while trapped in your Boston crab from earlier and you can see where I had taken that small object from earlier and slid it into my trunks. I stand over top of you high fiving some fans while tapping my forehead as if saying that I’m not idiot. My cocky parading goes on for a bit and I eventually motion for the ref. “Count him out ref. He’s done.” I place my foot on your chest while I flex my biceps. “1!”

Rob Hunter:
My body is convulsing as another finger finds its way down my tight chute while my ass is unprotected and on full exposure. Between this mix of pain and please there is another thought running through my mind. I should have slammed that barrel over you. But that's what I got from trying to convince you. You're still caught in this blinding rage...and now I have to feel it with full force. It's finally over...or so I think as you let me out of your spladle and you drop me down from the stand and I land on the hard concrete floor.

My body is shaking...my mind is running wild...and my muscles twitch eventually as I squirm on the floor. I reach back and slide one hand through my asscrack, nursing my hole carefully. I clench my fists and slam them on the floor. Raging and grunting I slowly push myself up again not realizing what you're doing up there...but then someone yanks me up on my knees and holds me in place. "WTF...this is not Blaze!" I think to myself, still pretty weak from the previous assault and my reactions are way too slow as you come back at me, cracking your knuckles. BOOOOOM! My eyes go wide, spit flies out of my mouth and my head snaps to the side, my eyes roll around in my head and my eyelids are only semi-open as I drop down on the concrete motionless.

I don't really notice that much as you stand over me, with one foot on my chest and the ref drops in going for the count. The ref's voice is still a bit dull in my head as he counts "1". I slowly realize I'm getting pinned and the refs hand slaps on the floor counting "2". My head is still spinning and I know this jab wasn't just an ordinary one. The impact was way too hard...My body is still squirming a bit under you and just right before the ref slaps the floor for the 3 count I shoot my shoulder up to break the pin at least second...not giving up this match as long as I still can move.

Blaze:
I stand there flexing over you and my cock is fully erect in my trunks still and on two I switch from flexing both biceps and crank down with my fist to show off my pecs and then let them bounce as the ref says “two”. I say “two” right after him in a low groan. I then raise both hands in the air.

I then say “three” before the ref says it and you jerk your shoulder up. I look down in shock. “You…got…to…be…kidding me.” My hand reaches back down and pulls you back up and I lift you onto my shoulder and carry you back toward the entrance. "I'm gonna finish this where it started!" Your ass on display as fans smack it while I walk down the steps. I drop you over the barricade and onto the mats outside of the ring. I then wait like a predator ready to pounce on their prey. I charge toward you ready to curb stomp you into the mats.

Rob Hunter:
My body jerks as I crawl and skid on the floor. My senses are sore and I’m having struggles with getting my body under control again. My gasping sounds like a death rattle and my jaw feels like it got rocked by a wrecking ball. The sweat is pouring down my skin and I hope my vision gets clear again soon.

Your hand reaches for my head and at this point right now I have trouble to stand by myself. You hoist me up over your muscular shoulders. I can feel how pumped up they are as they touch the soft skin on my front and our sweat starts mixing up. You walk me back into the arena. The crowd is going wild as they see me hanging over you, not moving, my arms and legs hanging limp on each side of your body and dangling back and forth. “ROB SEEMS DONE! LOOKS LIKE BLAZE DID IT AGAIN!” The announcer screams into his microphone. My naked body eventually twitches and I am slowly able to sort my thoughts again. With every step my body recovers a bit more but I stay calm, trying to take as much time as I can to get my body back under control.

You drop my body over the barricades and I roll on the mats outside the ring. I still try to look like I am done and not giving the impression that I have some fight left in me. I slowly turn my head towards you and I push myself up…shaking on purpose…I see you rush towards me. And right as I am almost up again you are going for a Curb Stomp. I yank my head to the side and away from your foot, I ROAR like a wild animal as I look up, throwing my arms up, catching your head and I’m trying to SLAM your head into the hard concrete, countering your Curb Stomp with a RKO out of nowhere.

Blaze:
I stomp my foot down and the crowd cheers knowing that I am about to stomp you out. I stomp again and the pattern gets faster as the crowd cheers faster and louder along the way. As you get to all fours, I get a devilish grin on my face as I charge toward you. My heel makes it to the back of your neck, but instead of going cowardly, I feel you lifting me upward. The instant thought of “oh fuck” goes through my head. My body sends upwards and then your sweaty shoulder is placed on my chin. I am sent hard into the concrete and my body locks up as I jolt upward.

My body bounces upward as sweat flies and a wad of spit shoots out of my mouth and hits a fan in the face. My ricochets off to the side with the side of my face pressed against the barricade as the fans yell “holy shit” repeatedly. A blank stare is captured on my face by the cameraman as it looks like I am moving in slow motion. My body slides off the barricade and I am spread eagle to the floor while leaving sweat marks on the barricade.

Rob Hunter:
"HE NAILED IT! HE NAILED IT! THIS IS INCREDIBLE! ROB JUST CAME BACK WITH A SURPRISING RKO!" The announcer screams into his microphone and his voice fills the arena and drowns out the cheering from the crowd. It seems like no one expected such a turnaround all of a sudden. And now you're crumbling at the barricades, your eyes rolling around as you lose your focus and orientation for a bit.

I roll back on my knees and look over to you. I grunt deep as my body is still shaking and I push myself up on my wobbly legs. I walk over to you and reach down to grab your waistband. "Alright bitch. You're still wearing too much!" I hiss and pull down your gear and throw them into the crowd. In the corner of my eye I see some guys fighting for the sweat soaked speedo. "Pathetic..." I mumble and grab both of your ankles and YANK you away from the barricades. I step over you and adjust my grip on your ankles and grin evil.

Your bare ass is rolled up and pointing up towards the crowd. The guys pushing against the barricades...trying to get a closer look at your tight pucker. I focus back on you, knowing I need to take this chance. "And...Blaze...I think you haven't SCREAMED ENOUGH!" I shout at you and STOMP my right heel into your rock hard flopping cock.

Blaze:
I lay there motionless as the ref comes to check on me and my eyes stare at the ceiling. The ref looks like he is about to call it off and then my eyelids flicker and I see the bright lights of the arena above me. My hips slowly shift and I squirm on the concrete. I then feel the cold air on my balls and fans realize that you must have just torn my trunks off of me.

Then, I see your shadow over me and can see you clutching my trunks. As you wind back to throw them, I reach up with my back still to the concrete thinking foolishly that I can catch them. My hand waves loosely in the air. Your hands are placed on my ankles , and I have an idea of what is coming next. “No. No. No.” I wave my hands hoping that you will have mercy. Your heel drives into my crotch and I let out a yelp as my cock slaps against my abs and the precum sticks to my pubic hair. I roll to my side nursing my cock and balls. “You fucking troll Rob. I swear…”

Rob Hunter:
You curl up like a whining child after my heel slammed into your exposed crotch. "What's wrong Blaze?" I hiss and stalk around you. My head is sweaty and red as the rage pumps all my adrenaline into my brain. My neck muscles tense and I lean down fast, grab your head between both of my hands and yank you up right in front of me. I look straight into your face, the tips of our noses connect and you can see the anger burning in my eyes. "You counted me out too early FUCKER!"

I YANK on your head and pull you up and twist my body around. I squat down a bit to HOIST you up over my shoulder. I groan loud as I squat back up with you hanging upside down over me. "You will regret this challenge very soon Blaze..." I grunt as I start running towards the barricades and I let us crash into them at full speed.

Blaze:
I am sluggish to get up but I feel you yank me up by my head and I can feel your hot breath on my lips and chin as you breathe hard. I fall back down to my own knee as you yell at me barely able to stand. You then pull me back up and hoist me on your shoulder. My ass is on display for the crowd as my cock is pressed against your shoulder.

My bulge rubbing against your sweaty shoulder causes my cock to leak precum against you. I groan as your cock is just inches away from my face and I feel you taking off running with my face pressed into your sweaty abs. Then, I feel the instant shooting pain in my back as the barricade breaks in half and you land on top of me. Your chest heaving against my abs as fans stand over us watching and cheering. I feel something hit me in the face and can see that it was a fan leaking his precum on me while jerking himself.

Rob Hunter:
We crash into the barricades and we both collapse on the wreckage. My sweaty body rubbing on yours and I slowly crawl off of you. I push myself up on my feet again and look around over the crowd. Most of them are in total shock and disbelief as they see what is happening in front of their eyes. I look at your shaking body and then stumble towards the barricades and jump up on them. My eyes start scanning the audience and suddenly I see this aggressive fan who caught your Speedos earlier. I whistle and wave him towards us. I jump back down and walk over to you. "Now Blaze...you look a bit exhausted..."

I walk back to you and grab your head, pulling you out of the broken barricades onto the floor outside the ring. The fan is making his way towards us and while he is almost arriving I turn you around face down. I step over your back and squat down over you. My hands cup your chin and I dig my fingers deep into the nerves under your chin as I YANK you back hard and twist your head towards the fan who is now standing in front of you.

"I think you need an energy shot Blaze..." I smirk and hook your arms over my legs in a nasty Camel Clutch. My hands grab your jaw and I force your mouth open. I look up into the fan's face and nod with an evil grin. He instantly drops his pants and his big rock hard cock flops up against his abs. "Feed him!" I grunt and pry your mouth open...I lean in..."And you...bitch...swallow!"

Blaze:
As you pull me from the rubble, I groan. A trail of my sweat tracking across the mats next to the ring as you pull me along. I lay there breathing heavy and shaking my head trying to regain my strength only to feel you torquing my head. As you torque my neck, I yell back at you, “you can go fuck yourself Rob! You don’t intimidate me…and you will never make it without your manager.” I continue to beat you down with words trying to bruise your ego. I then see the fan coming towards us as you lock on the camel clutch and pry your finger into my mouth. “Yuck…ew…ob.” I yell unable to make out some syllables while you have my mouth open but you can clearly tell I’m saying “fuck you Rob”. I then see the cock coming towards my face and I yell “Nooooooo” as the initial contact of the fan’s cock slaps me across the side of the face. My own cock grinding against the mat below and I can feel your balls on my back.

Rob Hunter:
"Open wide fucker...I bet his balls are fully loaded!" I mumble into your ear as the fan shoves his huge rod deep into your mouth, skull fucking you as I crank on the Camel Clutch. I hear you groaning and grunting under me, eventually gagging as he jabs your uvula with his thick cockhead. "Oh man...you look fantastic like that!" I taunt you as I see your cheeks blowing up with every thrust.

My eyes follow his vein-covered shaft, sliding in and out your mouth. I smile as I hear him moaning so loud and it seems like he is close to cumming. "I think there it comes!" I smirk and watch the fan throwing his head back and as I look back down on your face, I suddenly notice some cum squirting out of your mouth, right around his cock. "Ohhhh! You are losing everything!" I say with a harsh voice. And just when his last rope of his hot juice flooded your mouth I let you drop down and twist you on your back facing towards me.

I drop my ass on your sweaty pumped up pecs and schoolboy pin you. I cover your nose with my fingers and force your mouth to close with my other hand. "I SAID SWALLOW!" I scream down at you, putting on my raging voice again. Eventually I pull your mouth up again to check if there is anything left inside your oral cavity.

Blaze:
I groan in displeasure from the cock in my mouth and the pain of the camel clutch. I hear the fan starting to moan and I know he is close to cumming. I yell but it is muffled by his girthy shaft and the load coating the back of my throat. Some of the load oozed down out of the corner of my mouth, onto my facial hair, and to the mat below. I then feel you release the camel clutch as I hit the mat below.

When you flip me over and sit on my chest, I am ready to wail on you from being humiliated and then your hand covers my nose and I can only breath if I swallow his load. I kick hard at the mat and buck hard trying to get you off of me. My face starting to turn red as you cut off my air supply. I eventually feel the relief from you moving your hand, and I spit a majority of the load right into your eyes as you jerk back and my knee slams into your lower back which provides me with just enough time to buck you off of me. I roll to my side trying to gain some space and the camera zooms in to show the fans cum dripping out of one of my nostrils. “Fuck” I whisper knowing that some of his load is in my nasal cavity.

Rob Hunter:
I'm in a fury and I want to see you suffer. I want to pull you out of your blinding rage and I am determined. I gasp though my nostrils as I try to force you to swallow your fan's cum but you fucker spit a mixture of cum and saliva into my face and as I jerk back ARRGGHHHH your knee hits my lower back. I drop to the side as you buck me off and I squirm on the floor to reach my lower back with my hand and nursing it.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I scream as my other hand wipes my face clean, but still this mixture is very sticky and my hand gets coated with it. I roll around face down and push myself on all four. "I need to get this fucker down..." I think to myself and turn my head from side to side. My chest is heaving and sweat is dripping down my face. With my semi-closed eyes I suddenly notice something in the corner of my eye. I twist my head a bit more and see a red blurry dot...it gets bigger as I blink once...and as I blink again I know what it is. I grunt and push myself up on my feet and stumble over. I reach down.

With the fire extinguisher in both hands I stumble over to you as you're trying to get back up again. I try to sneak up behind you without making a sound and then SLAM that extinguisher right against your already damaged back.

Blaze:
After letting out a cum loogie onto your face and blinding you temporarily, I roll to my stomach. I hack a couple of times and try to get the taste of the fan out of my mouth while crawling toward the steel steps. My head is still hurting from the RKO and I rest on the steps while spitting the last bit of the cum out of my mouth. I am reaching up for the ropes as I want to distance myself some from you and get my left leg under the bottom rope but just as I am getting into the ring, I feel the sting of the fire extinguisher slamming between my shoulder blades. I let out a loud cry of pain while falling into the ring. I arch my back while rolling back and forth and rest with my back to the mat while wincing hard in pain.

Rob Hunter:
"HOW'S THAT BITCH?" I bark at you and it seems my head is about to explode from the rage. You fall into the ring and with a loud KLING! I drop the fire extinguisher on the floor. "WHERE YOU GOING HUH?" I reach inside of the ring and grab your ankles to prevent you from getting away from me. "I'm not done with you bitch. We're just about to start!" I climb up the apron and reach for your head. I yank you up on your feet and snake your body through the ropes so your upper body is inside the ring and your legs behind the ropes.

I step back through the ropes into the ring and watch you standing there. My chest heaving and the crowd is screaming in anticipation as they see how damaged you are. I stand in front of you and take a step back, just to leap in and Superkick right under your chin to keep you dazed and wobbly. I rush towards the corner beside you and climb up on the ropes. "WHAT IS HE DOING?? BLAZE SEEMS TO BE IN BIG TROUBLE!!". I smirk and try to keep my balance as I soak up the cheering from the crowd.

I bounce a bit and then JUMP towards you and I throw my legs up to snake them around your head. My rock hard cock is right in front of your face...at least for a short moment as I shift my weight back and I'm going for a Hurricanrana to slam your head into the canvas.

Blaze:
My cock pressing against the ropes as my chest and abs are exposed. The superkick to my jaw bends my back back against the ropes which in turn presses my shaft against the middle rope and precum doesn’t drip out of my tip but instead spurts out onto the mat. “Fuck!” The announcers remark, “Blaze must have a huge load built up.” A strand of precum drips down to the mats from my balls.

I stand there propped up and then I feel the rope moving only for my face to be wedged against your cock and balls and I am sent through the ropes. My head slamming against the mat as I sit upright with a blank look on my face. A strand of your precum running across my forehead. I don’t flop back down to the mat but rest on my ass with my head bowed as a line of my saliva drips out of my mouth and between my balls to the canvas below. My arms draped down by my side, appearing to be almost knocked out from the hurricanrana.

Rob Hunter:
"BLAZE IS WOBBLY! HE IS WOBBLY!" The announcer screams into his microphone as it seems that you lost all of your orientation. I smirk and wave towards the crowd to fire them up even more. I walk over to you, sweat pouring down my body and my rock hard cock flops from side to side with every step. I lean down and grab your head with both of my hands and come close to your face. "Damn Blaze...your balls must be under some pressure...I bet you saved that all for me right?"

I suddenly YANK you up roughly. "NOT TODAY FUCKER! NOT TODAY!" I start shouting again and with a loud ROAR I show off my strength as the adrenaline is pumping through my brain. I hoist you up in front of me, one hand between your legs, one hand over your shoulder. I walk with you to the corner and place your legs over the top rope. I push your upper body up as I climb up the ropes behind you. We're both looking outside the ring into the crowd. I cup your chin with my hands from behind and turn your blank face straight into the camera. "Now give them your best shot bitch!"

I snake my arm around your head, pressing your face deep into my sweat soaked pit in a dragon sleeper. I step over the top rope and without any warning I let myself fall back, going to apply a Hanging Dragon Sleeper, with my hard cock rubbing against your back as your own veiny cock flops around and leaks precum like crazy. "Let's see what you kept in there for me!" I whisper into your ear and reach up and grab your dick tight with my free hand. I start jerking you off as we hang upside down in the corner.

Blaze:
As you pull my up by my face and start yelling, I raise one hand and swing lazily at you before falling to one knee. “Let…me….go.” I mumble as I the. Feel you hoist me end over end and sit me on the top rope. I hold onto the rope for a second trying to balance myself and then everything gets dark.

Your sweaty and musky armpit covering my face as you bend me back in this hanging dragon sleeper. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I yell into your armpit. My eyes able to see an upside world as your arm is snaked around my neck. I can feel your hand on my shaft and I whimper knowing that it has been far too long since I shot my load. I hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from my shaft as you work it over with my precum. The ref comes to check on me. I wave him off and yell “noooooo” and then “oh fuck” as you stroke me. It alternates between “No” and “oh fuck”. I can feel your cock leaking precum on my back as I try to hold on.

Rob Hunter:
"I know you want it Blaze...Don't fight it. I can feel your cum vein is about to explode!" I mumble into your ear. "Come on...I know you want to get drained until you're bone dry..." I continue, trying to get in your head and show off my dominance. My fingers snake around your shaft and your pre makes it easy to slide them up and down. Eventually my thumb is pushing and pressing right onto your pisslit. "But one thing...You cum when I want you to!" I squeeze your vein-covered shaft softly with my fingers, making it feel like a clenching asshole while my thumb is shutting up your piss hole.

My palm starts to rub carefully over your thick cockhead and I feel it pumping from all the blood flowing through your veins. I keep on jerking you off and flex my baseball biceps right into your face as I dig your face deeper into my wet pit. My thumb is still pressed on your slit, trying to feel the right time, when the pressure in your cock and balls is almost unbearable and I can open the flood gates to let you shoot your days-old load right into the ring.

Blaze:
I can feel your hand and fingers working over my piss slit, and my body quivers. My legs shake every time you rub the precum over the slit. My nipples start to harden as the precum leaks down as my body is stretched out. My chest and abs heaving and the muscles in my abs revealing my defined hairy six pack.

I yell louder into your pits and get a taste of the salty sweat. I know that I can fight back from this and know that a cumshot in this match will not signal the end. Hoping that I can just unload at this point and you will release me from the dragon sleeper. I pant harder and harder and then my cock swells in your hand as you jerk me. I let out a low and long groan. The cum shoots huge loads to the mat behind us and then I can feel you bending my cock against my abs and I can feel my warm load oozing down my navel, abs, chest, and onto your arm around my neck. “Ok….Lemme go…Lemme go”

Rob Hunter:
"BLAZE IS LOSING HIS LOAD AND DAAAAAAMN! THAT IS A HUGE ONE!" The announcer shouts in disbelief and even I am surprised how much cum was stored in those bull balls. After the first ropes sprayed all over the canvas, another few loads shot right on your upper body and my arm. A mix of cum and sweat running over our skin and I grin evil as you beg to let you go. I slide down on the canvas under you, letting you hang in the corner drained and wasted.

I reach back and wipe my hand through the pool of cum you left on the canvas. It already starts getting sticky and I don't hesitate too long and spread it all over your sweaty face. "THERE YOU HAVE YOUR CUM BITCH!" I bark and slide closer with my crotch towards your face while you're hanging in a Tree of Woe.

I snake my legs around your head and the steel post behind you and scissor you in this upside down position, pressing your cum-covered face deep into my smooth taint, your nose buried deep into my asscrack and your mouth pushed against my pink pucker. "That's what you wanted huh?" I hammer the canvas and clench my teeth as I squeeze the hell out of your head with my steel quads.

Blaze:
As you release the dragon sleeper, I take in a deep breath as I grip my neck. “Oh thank…” I mutter and then feel you spread my jizz all over my face. “Ahhh….ahhhhh” and I buck hard with my legs still trapped in the tree of woe. I then feel your legs being wrapped round my head in the headscissors and I yell even louder. My arms reach outward as you squeeze your thighs with my scruff pressed right against your taint and asshole. The low groans of displeasure going right into your asshole as I feel it quiver against my lips. The ref grabs my arm to see if I give again and I wave my hand in the air. My arms grip tightly to your thighs as my fingernails dig in. Some of the cum from earlier has made its way down onto my neck. I can smell your musky ass and can taste your sweat and my cum as I yell louder.

Rob Hunter:
You're a fucking hard nut to crack and as the ref checks on you, you still refuse to give. "GRRRRRRRR!" I grunt and slide back to push myself back on my feet. Your body looks broken, but your mind isn't yet. "HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!" The crowd is cheering together, firing me up like crazy. I shake my head and I know I am also running out of energy so I need to end this quickly. I reach down for your head and pull you up in a sitting position again and your blank face is turned towards the crowd again. I step up on the ropes behind you and keep us both in balance.

My legs are shaky so I am very careful as I step up on the top rope and pull you up with me. "Time to finish this fucker. You have chosen the wrong guy to mess with!" I grunt into your ear. I shift my weight back as my arms are wrapped around your waist and I use the height to SLAM your body down hard right into the canvas and let the ring shake like crazy.

Blaze:
The cum is dripping down onto my neck, and I feel you lifting me up to where I am propped on the ropes. I sit hunched over it as the cum which was oozing like a river from my abs to my neck as I was suspended upside down changes direction and goes back over the folds of my abs as I am leaning forward on the corner.

I hear you grunting while trying to get me up there and climbing up with me. I reach between my legs to where the pad is located and start trying to untie it but my vision is blurry from the sweat and being beyond exhausted. I’m hoping to expose the metal behind the post without you seeing it in hopes of ramming your face in if I get the chance. I feel you start to hoist me upwards just as I untangle the last rope and the pad drops to the ground as you slam into the canvas. I flip over once and land on my back. As I bounce off the mat, my leg rests loosely on the bottom rope. My sweaty and cum-drenched chest and abs glistening from the lights, my cock also covered in some of my spunk.

The fans chanting “this is awesome” repeatedly as we both lay on the canvas with our chests heaving. “This has to end soon. I mean…how much can either man take?” says one of the announcers. “I agree and Blaze looks like he is holding on by a thread at this point.” The ref comes to check on me and I reach up for his hand. “Just five more minutes and I will head to work,” I mutter. The announcer states, “oh man. I don’t even think Blaze knows where he is anymore.”

Rob Hunter:
We both crash into the canvas and the ring shakes so heavily, it feels like it would break under us. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as we are both at the edge of everything that's left in us. I blink my eyes as I get blinded by the bright spotlights above us and it is now or never. I can see the ref checking on you and your mind must be in another world. I push my upper body up on my elbows and turn my head towards you, seeing you exhausted and coated with cum and sweat. Your body hair sticks on your skin and your cock is twitching slightly.

I roll over your body and sit on your ripped abs. I reach back to grab your thick quads and pull your legs up behind me and tuck them under my sweat dripping armpits. I grunt as my whole body is aching like crazy and slowly slide forward, rolling you up into a small package. Your bare ass comes up behind me and your ass cheeks get spread, giving the audience a nice view of your tight pucker. My crotch comes closer to your face and I place my shins on your arms, digging my knees deep into the nerves under your biceps.

My rock hard cock is twitching and I point it right on your soft lips before shoving it DEEP into your throat. I can feel my cockhead hitting your uvula and I keep my vein-covered shaft deep in your mouth. I look over to the ref. "COUNT HIM THE FUCK OUT!" I shout, slightly desperate as I know this has to be the end as I am running on my last bit of energy. The ref drops in and slaps the canvas beside your head and counts "ONE!"

Blaze:
The ref stands over me and I start grabbing at his wrist again. “Blaze! Can you continue?” he inquires. “I’mma…gonna…womma ba daw,” I reply. The announcers look at one another and one says, “what did he just say?” “This is not good…ref needs to stop this match or Blaze is going to get hurt badly,” says the other announcer.

The ref runs his hands through his hair unsure what to do because he can’t allow this to continue and paces back and forth. You sit on my cum and drench covered abs as you fold me in half. Your ass getting covered with my jizz and your cock slides into my mouth spouting incomprehensible sounds. The ref hits the mat. “ONE!”

“Mamma awa dawa aaahh uwww waaa.” My mouth is running with a blank stare on my face and your cock wedged between my lips. My hole on display as you lean forward and the cameraman zooms in on my mouth moving around your cock with a blank stare on my face. The ref hits the mat a second time….”TWO!!!!”

Rob Hunter:
I can hear you brabbling something but my thick cock is choking you and turning your words into indistinct grunts. "What did you say bitch? Not so tough anymore?" I hiss and yank my throbbing cock deeper into your throat for the final count. My balls are churning but I am edging myself. This load is supposed to land somewhere else. The ref raises his arm and as I can see how my cockhead bulges your throat he hits the mats and shouts "THREE!".

DING DING DING!

"IT'S OVER! BLAZE IS DEFEATED!" The ref screams into his microphone and the crowd is cheering and screaming, some of them in disbelief but most of them are chanting my name. "HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!" I instantly let go of your legs and pull my oozing cock back out of your mouth. I lean in and come close to your face. "He thinks it's over...but believe me...it's not..." I whisper with an evil grin on my face. Not sure if you even realize what I am saying.

I push myself up on my feet again and the ref raises my arm in victory. I flex my biceps for the crowd as you lay there moaning and defeated under me. I soak up the cheering and enjoy the moment that I finally beat you. But I'm not only here to beat you. This is revenge. And the best part is yet to come.

Blaze:
I start to become more alert as I hear the ringing of the bell and feel your cock slide out from my mouth and reach over to my side as if trying to turn off the alarm clock. My hand reaches out for something but it is unclear what I am reaching for. My chest heaved up and down and spread eagle on the mat. A trace of your precum on my facial hair.

I eventually am able to grab onto the ref’s ankle and my vision starts to become more clear. I blink once, twice, three times…as my foot slowly shifts position. Some my cum load forming a pool in my navel as it is thinned out by the point. My cock still fully erect. I then see the ref leaning over me and saying something revenge and then I realize that it isn’t the ref’s ankle I am gripping, but your ankle.

Rob Hunter:
I stand in the spotlight and enjoy the crowd cheering, though my legs are shaking. This match took its toll on me and it is not to be overseen that I am gasping hard. My chest is heaving and it's almost impossible to hold that poker face. But then I suddenly feel you grab my ankle and I look down.

"Oh...you don't look good, man..." I gasp and look at your rolling eyes. Seems like you are still trying to get some focus. I lean down and grab a fistful of your hair as I push the ref away with my other hand. "I'm glad you are conscious...I want you to feel what comes next." I whisper and let your head drop down again. I walk over and grab your ankles to pull you towards the ropes. I yank your legs up and start to roll you up in front of me. Your bare ass comes up under me, exposing your tight hole and my cock starts twitching right above it.

I go into a pushup position, my ankles over the bottom rope to keep my legs up and I point my thick cock head right on your pink pucker. I lower my upper body slowly and my face gets closer to yours. But also my cockhead pushes harder and harder against your outer ring, which flexes so hard that it's almost impossible to get in. But I am rock hard and my full body weight does the rest. Suddenly your hole submits to my cock and your pucker pops up and stretches out as my hard vein-covered shaft enters your warm fuck canal. "Fuck...you'll be my cum dump Blaze..." I say as I slam my hips up and down, ramming my cock deep into your ass in a Soaring Eagle position.

Blaze:
You grab my ankle and pull me closer to the ropes with my arms dragging behind my head as I lay there still dazed. My let’s get pulled back and as you start to push the tip in my cock, I let out a light and low groan. You rock back and forth into my tight hole trying to push deep into me but my hole is so tight that it makes it hard for you to go any deeper. As you continue to rock into my puckering hole, I groan more and a little louder as I begin to become more alert and realize that I just lost the match. “Fuck” I mutter while moving my arms and slamming one hand into the mat. “You’re going to pay for this Rob. Uhhhhhhhhh.” I feel your balls knowing slapping into my ass and I know that you are now fully in me.

Rob Hunter:
Your chute tightens even more every time you flex those muscled glutes around my rock hard shaft. I thrust in deeper and deeper, stretching your outer ring with my thick cock as it puckers desperately against my dick. "Oh are you sure? I'll give you a reason to threaten me!" I grunt as I hold myself over you, sweat dripping onto your body and my lap slapping hard against your ass cheeks. My cockhead expands inside your ass and my cum vein pulsates heavily. "You wanted my cum? I'll blow you up Blaze!" It gets harder to speak as my breathing gets heavier and faster. My body stiffens over you and my cock pumps up, getting hard like a steel bar inside your fuck canal and a huge load of cum shoots inside your ass. Rope after rope of my thick white juice is flooding your guts. "UUUAAAHHHHHH FUCK YES!!!!" I moan out loud and keep myself in that position for a short time until my body stops shaking from the orgasm.

Blaze:
I try to steady myself as you thrust faster into my ass and I know that it can’t be that much longer. The pain becomes almost unbearable while I try to dig my fingers into the canvas from being in that much pain. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” My hands shift over to the ropes behind you and I am able to grip them with both hands as you abuse my hole. I watch as you stop talking and start to breathe harder. Everything starts to move in slow motion it seems as I watch you close your eyes which each thrust. Your shiny chest glistening from the sweat and lights. My thoughts of anger start to subside and I know that you are about to blow your load. But for some reason, I start to think less about the pain and anger and more about the handsome man working my hole. My cock starts to harden against d twitches slightly on its own. As you arch your back and your eyes roll back, I know I am about to feel your load in me. And, I don’t care….in fact, I kind of want it. How is this possible? I think to myself. I then feel a spurt of your jizz unloading in my ass. My own cock tightens up and without notice I shoot another load onto my already cum drenched abs without having to even touch myself.

Rob Hunter:
My load squirts out of your ass again and runs over your balls as they start to churn and you blast another load all over you. I grin and look you deep in your eyes. I slowly get back on my feet again as I unhook my legs from the rope and I pull my cock out of your butthole which starts clenching immediately.

I push myself straight up again and let your legs drop down on the canvas with a loud THUD! "So what did you say? I'm gonna pay for that?" I look down on you with an evil grin on my face. I reach down and grab a fistful of your hair and yank you up roughly, just enough to drag your upper body forward and hang you over the middle rope with your ass facing towards me. In my head I can see the scenes from our first match very clearly again. The humiliation...the things you did to me...I wave towards the camera man and he comes closer...looking confused. "Alright Blaze...now it's time for YOUR payback!" I hiss and drop on my ass.

I reach for your wrists and lock my heels right behind your hamstrings. "NOW SAY IT! SAY YOU SUBMIT TO ME FUCKER!" I shout and pull your arms back hard while my heels keep your legs in place. Your bare cum-filled ass on full display for the camera as the cameraman zooms in close. "FUCKING SAY IT!"

Blaze:
I am absolutely wiped and as you pull your cock out of my ass, I let out a long “uhhhhhh”. My cock twitches once and flops down in the pool of cum on my lower abs as my chest heaves up and down. I blink a couple of times and run my hands through my hair. As you pull me up and drape me over the bottom rope, I smile. I smile because this fight has turned into something else between us I feel. I am feeling intense pleasure from the rough play and as you yell at me, I yell back, “you can go fuck yourself!” I then feel you pull my wrists back as your ankles are anchoring my legs in place. I let out a loud yell and when you ask me if I give I yell back, “NOOOO!”

Rob Hunter:
My eyes wander from your ass to your face which peaks out between your legs and I can see your grimace expression. I try to analyze it but it's not that easy when you're upside down. You yell at me and I can hear it in your voice. You dirty fucker seem to like that. "Something's wrong Blaze? COME ON! SAY IT OR I'LL BREAK YOU IN HALF!" I start to shout again and lean back a bit more, rolling your body tighter around the rope.

Blaze:
As you yell at me some more, I hear the ref yelling at you. “Break the hold Rob! Cmon Rob” and he taps you on the shoulder. “No way! I yell back” and as you lean back some more my throat is pressed against the rope which starts to choke me. “Rob has lost it. He has come unhinged!” says one of the announcers. The bell rings repeatedly. “We got to get some help out here” says the other announcer and as I feel you pulling back harder, my toes are barely on the canvas. I then hear someone behind me yelling “you better fucking release him….DO IT!” I recognize the voice and can see in my upside down view on the Jumbotron my roommate in the first row.

Rob Hunter:
I can feel the ref is trying to stop me as he is tapping on my shoulder, but I ignore him as best I can. My eyes are glued on yours and the sweat is pouring down my face. "SUBMIT!" I shout again as I suddenly hear someone shouting back at me from the audience. I need some time to locate where that came from but then I see this guy standing in the first row. "Oh I think someone is not amused seeing you like this. I slowly slide my legs down a bit, closer to your feet, to spread your legs and ass cheeks even more. You're almost in a split and I turn my face towards your fan again and wink. "SUBMIT BLAZE!" I yell and I notice how much I enjoy seeing you getting dominated. And that feeling slowly drives out the anger in me and though my thoughts are distracting me I try to focus on making you submit and I throw my head back and grit my teeth as I struggle to hold you.

Blaze:
I’m way too stubborn to tapout and as my throat is being crushed by the rope, my face turns red. I clench my asshole as much as I can not wanting to release your cumshot from my ass in this degrading hold. I can see my roommate jumping the barricade as security comes running down the ramp. “I said let him go!” yells my roommate and walks toward my corner. The ref now grabs onto your shoulder trying to pry you off of me. My roommate knows me well and that I’m not the one to tapout. He grabs my white towel and throws it into the ring. “Look. He submits Rob! He submits!” shouts my roommate and security grabs him by the waist and escorts him away from the ring. The bottom rope on my throat pressed tight as my legs are now almost in a split. My eyes roll back in my head as my face is beet red. My mouth hung open as a line of drool drips onto the canvas. The camera zooms in on my asshole opening up as your load floods out of my ass, down my balls, and onto the mat. I’m totally knocked out.

Rob Hunter:
I can't think straight as I got you under my full control and secretly I wished this moment would last forever. You humiliated me so much in both of our matches and finally it is time for revenge. I fight against the ref as he tries to pull me away from you but my hands are grabbing yours so tight and your body looks like it will break apart. Your roommate now tries to stop me as he throws the towel for you. I just give him a look and wink. "No one will stop me bitch!" I look back at you again and see your ass is oozing my cum and your body feels limp. Right at this moment I realized I pulled you back so hard that your throat was choking on the bottom rope and you lost consciousness as your eyes were closed and you lost control over your body. I grin evil and let go of your arms. I slide back a bit and as I try to stand up I suddenly lose balance as there is no more energy left in me. Even the adrenaline that kept me going now vanishes from my brain and I collapse on the canvas.

My eyes are semi-closed and my chest is heaving. I feel dizzy and wobbly and my vision is blurry. I suddenly see a silhouette over me which is throwing a shadow on my face. "You made a big mistake fucker. Big mistake..." is the last thing I hear before I close my eyes and my mind drifts away…

To be continued…

Published: 2022-08-09, viewed 267 times.