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The Challengers

Tommy Lomburg:

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Rob Hunter:

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The Fight

Rob Hunter:
It's been some time now since I had my last match with this hot Twink Tommy. After I defeated and fucked him in our first match, he was able to take me down in the rematch. And I still cannot forget how humiliating it was losing against a smaller muscle boy. He surprised me but I won't let this happen again. It's clear that we need to settle things once and for all, so after a few weeks of training and preparations I am ready to own this boy tonight. I invited him once again to my place, where we already battled it out twice.

I sit on a small bench in my basement wearing only some gray sweatpants and my signature camouflage jockstraps underneath. I take a sip from my bottle of water and jump up on my feet right in front of you. "Alright boy...I hope you are aware of what you signed for tonight!" I grin evil and drop my sweatpants down, revealing my tenting bulge and perfect jock-framed bubble butt. "We both know you got lucky last time, but this match will finally settle who is the Alpha between us!" I turn towards the ring and jump up the apron. My ass cheeks jiggle as I step through the ropes and walk into my corner, eager to get my hands on you and show you who is the stronger man in here.

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Tommy Lomburg:
I still have the memory alive ... the memory of you submitting to me. Those words are planted deep in my mind, they became my motivation over the last week. Determined to make this punk submit again, no matter what. I know he is furious about the less, I know he will give it all to revenge his humiliating defeat. But that moment felt too good to just let it happen once. Taking his ass and seeding him was too perfect to not let it happen again. And I vowed to myself to make it happen again, at any cost!

I head over to his place. Tight jeans and blue jock underneath. White muscle shirt and sneakers on as I walk down the stairs into the basement. I see you sitting on the bench. I put my backpack on a bench across from you. Take my shirt off slowly, abs and pecs flexed up hard ... showing off a little. Then the sneakers and jeans come off too, standing there in front of you in my tight blue jock, bulging it up a little already ... "Well Rob ... Here I am. I guess it's time to settle this once and for all, huh?"

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Rob Hunter:
I smile wide as I see you stripping down in my basement, your blue jockstraps fitting perfectly and revealing not too much, but just enough to make me remember our first match when I placed my alpha cum deep in your guts, right where it belongs. "I think so too, boy! And nice you're already presenting your ass like that, so I don't even need to strip you down before I drill your tight boy hole again!" I grin evil and push myself out of my corner and raise my right arm as I stand under the spotlight. "You think I came unprepared?" I smile and start flexing my arm slowly. My biceps is clearly visible and the peak is pumping higher and higher. "I never skipped gym..." I smile as I show off my ripped body for you. "I know you want that...!"

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Tommy Lomburg:
"Oh I want it! And I'm gonna get it!" I smirk as I climb into the ring through the ropes. Bounce up and down, roll my shoulders, raise my arms and double flex them too for you ... "I don't ever skip gym, and you will see and feel what that means" I grunt and turn 360!, giving you a good look at my muscles ... and especially the back and my perfect round ass. "This is gonna be hurtful boy ..." I grunt and get ready, move myself in position and slowly start to circle you

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Rob Hunter:
I bite my lower lip as you climb into the ring and start flexing your sculpted teen body. My eyes look you up and down and as you turn around I get a nice view on that perfect ass, which makes my bulge grow even more. "Oh yeah boy...all of that will be mine...and you will remember this night forever!" I mumble and follow you as you get in a fighting stance. Ready to take this cocky boy down. I circle you also, my fingers wiggling as I'm looking for an opening to attack. I know I need to be careful, but I also know that I got more muscle mass than you. We circle closer and closer, I'm fully focused on you. And then I suddenly leap in, making it look like I was going for a lockup but I bend down in front of you, trying to get a grip on your hamstrings right under your jock-framed ass and pull hard to make you drop on your back in front of me and going for an early takedown.

Tommy Lomburg:
We circle, slowly get closer ... I start to raise my hand, then suddenly you go down low and try to catch my off guard. Your head low and you actually manage to get your hands on my legs. Too late to defend it, I quickly move my arm around your neck to lock on side headlock while you take me down to the ground. My legs go up and try to wrap them around your waist. It all happens so fast, we are both not wasting any time. But by the end I am down on my back, you over me ... and I got you locked up in headlock and bodyscissor ... "not sure that is what you had in mind, big boy ... huh?" I grunt at you as I tighten both holds …

Rob Hunter:
I can get a grip on your legs and right as I pull your legs away you react fast and wrap your arm around my neck in a tight Headlock. It's too late to get away from you as you are already falling back and pulling me with you on top of you. And just as we land with a loud THUD your legs come up around my waist and catch me in a Scissor. My head locked under your pit and my body trapped between your legs. That's not what I planned but I am not here to let you take advantage of this quickly. I grunt as I feel your muscular body under me and I start sending solid punches right into your obliques, trying to make you loosen up the hold as I simultaneously pull on my head to slip out of the Headlock at least.

Tommy Lomburg:
NNGGGG ... grunting hard as I take the first shots. Cross my ankles quickly to increase the power, hoping it will stop the punches. Contemplating for a moment whether to not to let go of your head - but decide against it and take the shots. I know I need to show some power and resistance here - I can't do that by letting go of the hold ... I grunt out hard "IS THIS ALL YOU GOT, FUCKER?!?!"

Rob Hunter:
„UGGGHHH!“ I grunt deep as you cross your ankles behind my back and tighten the scissor even more. You’re determined, I can feel that as you take my punches without letting me get out of the Headlock. I keep on pounding your side with my fist but I also know I need to get out quickly before you take further advantage. I reach up with my hand cup your mouth with it. I dig my thumb deep into the nerves under your chin and start yanking your head back hard. My free hand grabs your wrist which is locked around my head and I start to pull on it, trying to pry your grip open and slip out of the Headlock. „Let…ugh…me…go!“

Tommy Lomburg:
The thumb under my chin finally causes me to release the use of one hand as I grab that wrist and try to push it off my face. Other arm is still locked around your head, but I can feel it is a lot less effective now, I can even feel your head sliding out ... fuckkkkkk. I grunt and put all my efforts into my legs, scissoring you as hard as I can. Grunting hard under you, determined not to let you get any more advantage out of this situation. My body is already starting to glisten with sweat from the strain …

Rob Hunter:
I gasp in deep as I can finally slip out of the Headlock but your legs are still locked tight around my waist and I can’t breathe in as deep as I want to. Your quads flex into my core and though you are smaller your muscles are like bricks. But I am at least in an upright position on my knees and I need to get out of that scissor. I look down on you, seeing you sweating and I place one foot on the canvas. Then the other one. And then I start to squat up, pulling your smaller body with me and my arms wrap around your legs to keep them in place. „You forgot…ugh…I’m stronger than…ugh…you!“ I grunt as I swing your upper body towards me just enough to let myself drop on my ass, trying to slam your back down on the canvas, hoping to stun you for a moment and get out of your Bodyscissor.

Tommy Lomburg:
Giving it all to power you out as much as I can, I know it won't last very long. You slowly manage to get up, but you can't really prevent it. As you stand and talk down at me, I can feel the strain you have in your voice, I know my legs are doing their thing. As you lift me up, I prepare for the impact, determined not to let my legs break open and keep you locked up. My body finally smashed down. I try to break the fall a little with my arms, but it still hurts like hell, I let out a loud groan. My legs don't open, but your body slides down a little, so my legs scissor more or less your hips now and not your core anymore …

Rob Hunter:
THUD! The ring shakes as your back slams on the canvas but your legs are still locked around my body. Luckily not around my core anymore which finally gives me a chance to breathe through. I take in some deep gasps and as I am sitting on the mats with both of my legs on each side of your body, I pull them up and snake them around your waist, locking my ankles right in front of you and SQUEEZE your midsection with my steel quads. Your own scissor is still on but less powerful. And as I crush your waist with my thighs I slide one hand on your bulge which is right in front of me. „Uh oh boy…is that a present?“ I grin evil and start to roll your balls between my fingers as I try to pry your scissor open with my other hand.

Tommy Lomburg:
"AARRGHHHHHH ... you fucker!!! let go!" I grunt out and first clutch at your quads as you lock on the scissor, trying to pry them open. But I quickly move my hands to yours, trying to pry them off my bulge. Feeling your ball play is causing my cock to harden up, something I know I need to avoid. Grunting more and more as I try to reapply the scissor, but in this position even more difficult. Grinding my teeth hard ... "you gonna pay for this!"

Rob Hunter:
I feel like I am finally able to get back control in this match as I hear you grunting and moaning between my legs. „You forgot how strong they are right?“ I grin as you try to get my hand away from your balls, but I’m not wanting to let you go yet. Not before a hard SQUEEZE! My quads are straining simultaneously as my fingers claw into your hard bulge, only hoping you finally let go of the scissor around my hips.

Tommy Lomburg:
Forced to yell out loud now as you claw my balls. I release the scissor and stomp my legs on the canvas before I desperately try buck and twist to get my body off yours and break your scissor. Try to roll left and right, sending my elbows into your strained thighs to get you off me.

Rob Hunter:
„Fuck yeah boy!“ I yell out as you finally release the scissor and start to stomp your legs on the canvas. I quickly catch them with both of my arms. First left…then right…I pull them closer to my body and lock them under my armpits which are already sweat dripping from the action. „Is something wrong boy?“ I grin but then you slam your elbows into my thighs. „UGH UGH UGH!“ I grunt and though I can take the first hits I know I cannot let you damage my legs too much. I need them. I open the scissor but use your bucking to slide my legs right under your body. My arms holding you in place as I got your legs trapped. And then I start pushing my knees up, letting them dig deep into your back as I bend your muscled teen body over right in front of me. Your bulge is pointing straight to the ceiling.

Tommy Lomburg:
I sigh in relief as the legs open up and I can take in a few breaths during my twisting and struggling. Digging my elbows in deeper and finally I can feel the scissor and ball claw loosen up. Taking down my defenses just a little in an attempt to roll off - only to be reminded that this match won't have any breaks. It's a full-on war, and as quickly as you release me, you trap me again - only this time in a much more painful move! Your knees dig deep into my back, and I howl out loud in pain. Unable to move left or right or even lift my upper body up ... FUCKK!!! This is not how this was supposed to go!!!

Rob Hunter:
"SCREAM FOR ME!" I Groll under you as I got your sculpted body on full display over my knees. I'm sure this must hurt but this is only the beginning. Your scissor and headlock had me good but even more I am relieved to be in charge right now. And as you squirm and struggle over me I use that time to take in some deep breaths and regroup myself. "Didn't see that coming fucker, huh?" I taunt you as I am totally focused on that beautiful bulge...and not to forget...your smooth taint, only framed by your blue jocks, wiggling right in front of my face. "Damn boy...you should see this!" I mumble and bite my lips in full anticipation to fuck that tight ass once again. "You already wanna submit or you wanna keep on suffering?" I grin and try to keep the hold locked on for some moments.

Tommy Lomburg:
I realize very quickly you got me good. your knees drill deep into my back, just in the right places. Grunting hard and moaning, way too much this early in the match. And definitely coming from the wrong person. Now I gotta get out fast, every second in this hold is weakening me more and more. Reach under my and start to drill my thumbs into the back of our knees, looking for the right pressure point to make you hurt ... grunting harder and harder as I do so …

Rob Hunter:
Watching you squirming and moaning makes my bulge grow even more. My cock is raging behind the thin fabrics of my tight jockstraps and I am fully enjoying this position. Maybe a bit too much as you are obviously not done yet. I'm not surprised but you know how to find the right spots. The sensitive ones. And so you start digging your fingers deep into the back of my knees, right into the nerves which makes me yell out. "ARGGHH FUCK!" The pain distracts me and I know it will be hard to keep you in this position. I push my body to the side to roll us around with you landing face down on the canvas and me sitting right on your lower back. I grunt deep, looking down on that perfect bubble ass, wiggling in your jocks. "Alright bitch...this is going to be a long night..." I reach for your ankles, trying to pull them towards me and lock your feet around each other, setting up my next move.

Tommy Lomburg:
Fuckkk yeahhhh ... taking a deep breath as you roll me around. I grunt and immediately try to push up, not wanting to let you get the next advantage. But you go for my legs again and before I can straighten them out, you start to bend my leg, managing to bend one of my feet to my ass. The other leg is straightened out, on the canvas. Trying again to push up and get out before you can set up another hold. Looking back at you as I sit up on my ass, one leg locked up. Grunting at you as I stare into your eyes ... "this is not gonna end well for one of us ...."

Rob Hunter:
"You thought this would be easy, huh?" I grunt as I sit over you. Exactly where I belong to. One leg is already bent towards your ass and as you push and buck under me I try to pin you down as good as I can before I reach for your other leg and pull it back also. I place my left leg right between your shins and your foot is locked behind my knee. I lean back, our sweaty skin touches as I reach over my head and cup your chin with my hands. My head is close to yours and our cheeks eventually touching as I bend you once again in a nasty hold. "Let me correct you...this is not gonna end well for YOU!" I grunt into your ear as I yank your head back hard.

Tommy Lomburg:
Despite my best efforts, you manage to trap my other leg too ... seems that knee ride you gave my back has done more damage than I thought. My legs are trapped, and trapped hard! With your shin placed between them, I am starting to realize who screwed I am - moments before your sweaty back connects with my shoulders. Your hot ass on mine - and then you pull on my chin, and in pure desperation I start to yell out and tear hard on your finger, hoping to get my head free fast!

Rob Hunter:
I grunt and grit my teeth as I keep you locked tight in this nasty hold. „Come on Tommy! Ugh…Was that all you got? Told you I will fucking destroy your teen muscles!“ I taunt and enjoy having the upper hand. And I try to claw my fingers under your chin as you try to pry them open. „You’re…ugh…in trouble boy! Just…ugh…submit!“ I grunt as it is taking a lot of energy to hold you like this. But I’m pumped and eager to fuck that hot ass, which is pressing tight against mine. I flex my ass cheeks, just as a cocky demonstration of my muscular body.

Tommy Lomburg:
I grunt and moan as you work my body. My legs are trapped completely, there is nothing moving at all. I hear your taunts ... can't really respond with your chin claw, but all I know is that I definitely will NOT SUBMIT to you like that, no fuckin' way! I keep trying to pry your finger open, but as it is not working as I hope, I start to send my elbow back, smashing it into your wide open torso, smashing into your flanks as hard and fast as I can, hoping it will be enough to break the hold …

Rob Hunter:
I know it takes a lot to break you. I witnessed not only how strong this hard teen body is. Your willpower is incredible and it takes a lot to get you to the point of submission. And I realize it once again as you suddenly throw your elbow back. Right into my fully exposed ribcage. „UGH UGH UGH!“ I moan and as it is already hard keeping my balance I can’t hold you like that anymore and I drop to the side. THUD! Our ankles are still locked but I need some air and I pull my legs away from you, my chest is heaving as I gasp in deep and get back on my feet as fast as possible, pushing myself first on my knees and then squatting up slowly.

Tommy Lomburg:
I can feel you grunting, my elbows seem to hit their target perfectly. A few for shots and you are forced to let go, releasing my legs with a full retreat. As soon as I am free, I roll away from you and lean against the ropes, watching you get back up slowly. I use the ropes to push myself up too, trying not to show any weakness. I know this is as much a mind game as much as a physical brawl. I breathe hard and shake out my legs, arms and whole body. Keeping a close eye on you ... "... and once again you are not able to finish me, boy" I groan out and move closer towards you, both arms up …

Rob Hunter:
My face turns into an evil grin again as you instantly start acting cocky, though you were just trapped in a vicious hold. „Oh believe me boy…this wasn’t the last time I trapped you!“ I mumble and get closer to you. Your arms are up and as my first attempt to take you down didn’t really work out as I planned I go for a lockup now. I leap in and hook my hands behind your neck as our shoulders collide. I grunt deep and push against you, trying to drive you back into the corner.

Tommy Lomburg:
I lean into you, knowing that I don't really have a chance to overpower you .... despite appearances, I am not an idiot! I hold against you as much as I can, but once you start to move me, I suddenly pull your body towards me without moving my feet, letting myself fall on my back - and letting your face smash front and center into the turnbuckle, which you have graciously pushed us towards ...

Rob Hunter:
I use my superior strength to overpower you and push against your smaller frame and I just thought I am successful as your body moves back fast but then I realize it was your intention. Your feet stand still and you launch me over you, the speed sending me straight towards the corner and though I try to catch myself I only stumble forward and crash into the turnbuckle…only my hands could catch me in reflex but the damage on my head is still enough to make my head dizzy a bit and leave me hanging over the middle rope with my arms on each side of the turnbuckle. I moan and grunt, trying to push myself up with my shaking arms.

Tommy Lomburg:
I roll out quickly from under you and get on your back, jumping onto it to be more precise and slide my legs over your arms, lock your head up with a figure four, smashing your throat down on the middle rope. Using the turnbuckle and ropes for support to stay on your back, I grunt over you ... "OH YEAH? you wanna trap me again? deal with this first, fucker!". flexing up my quads and locking your head on tight to the ropes ....

Rob Hunter:
I’m just about to push myself up again but you don’t give me enough time to get clear again. You jump on my back, your smooth muscle legs snake around my neck and my throat gets pushed down on the rope. „UGGHH HHGGGGH HNNNGGH!“ I grunt as you push the rope into my windpipe, locking on a Figure Four around the middle rope. Your jock-framed ass sitting on my neck and your hard bulge pressing against the back of my head. I cough and moan as you taunt me, pulling on my arms as they flail around, trying to grab something, I wrap my fingers around the rope right under my throat, trying to give it a bit of a release, as I kick and thrash my legs around.

Tommy Lomburg:
I start to bounce up and down on the ropes, adding more and more pressure on your neck and body ... "always remember, you started this!" I grunt and grab your hair, pulling your head back. Other hand moves back and I slap your exposed ass hard, a few times ... "you are going down boy, and you are going down hard!!!"

Rob Hunter:
„HNGH HNGH HNGH!“ I grunt every time you bounce up and down on my neck. The pressure on my throat is increasing and decreasing in a steady rhythm but the important thing is that it is weakening me. And as soon as you are back in control you keep on trash talking me, pulling my head back which releases the pressure on my throat for a moment, slapping my ass and telling me I will go down hard. The rage is burning inside me, even more because I can’t do much. But as your hands are both busy and you’re not firmly standing on the ground in this hold I grab the ropes right beside my head and PUSH myself backwards, trying to get you off balance and send you back first straight to the canvas.

Tommy Lomburg:
NNNGGGGG ... losing the balance off your back, my legs sliding off the ropes and the figure4. I grunt a little in frustration. Down on my back, I pull my legs towards me and shove them hard into your side and shove you outside the ring, letting your body drop to the floor outside. I shake my head and get back up, leaning on the top rope and smirk outside ... "what happened boy? kicked outside your own ring? How embarrassing ..." I smirk, double flex on the ropes as the sweat is dripping down on my body …

Rob Hunter:
I can luckily manage to get you off me. I gasp in with a loud noise as I could avoid further damage. The lack of air has weakened me but I’m not done yet. My thoughts come back into my mind as you pivot your legs and kick me out of the ring. „UGH!“ I let out a grunt as I drop on the matted floor outside. I push myself up on my feet again and see you flexing inside the ring. „Don’t laugh too early fucker!“ I grunt and lurk around the ring. At least this is giving me some time to breathe through. I approach the apron across from where you lean against the ropes and slide into the ring again. Focused on you and pushing myself up on my feet again. „2 or 3 lucky moves won’t take me out boy!“ I mumble and start to circle you, not wanting to give you too much time to recover also. My arms up in a fighting stance, waving at you. „Come at me Tommy!“

Tommy Lomburg:
I smirk in a boxing stance, bouncing on the spot with my arms ... "how stupid do you think I am?" I ask and keep my distance, knowing I need a good opening to get closer. Not gonna make the mistake again to go in without a game plan. My arms up, circling you fast, not wanting to let you have an opening either .. "Don't worry Rob, I'm coming for you ... "

Rob Hunter:
We’re both more than cautious, knowing that every small mistake could get us both in trouble. We are circling faster and faster. Both arms up guarding our upper bodies. „I can see you’re scared boy. But I know you loved my dick stretching out your tight pucker.“ I taunt you and remind you of your first loss. „Look…he is waiting for you!“ I point with my eyes down to my bulge and flex up the muscles right over my cock, making the thick swollen shaft twitch against the fabrics, trying to distract you for a moment and instantly rush in, trying to plant my hands on your neck and with a sudden outburst of power I try to PUSH you back against the turnbuckle.

Tommy Lomburg:
I smirk as I hear your taunts, and yeah ... I may not have hated your cock inside me. But that doesn't mean it's gonna happen again. Claiming your ass was way too good and satisfying. I know you're trying to get any advantage you can get, I can detect that little bit of frustration you are not having me submit already and I'm still on my own two feet. My eyes do wander down for a tiny moment, I know it's enough to get you come at me fast and hard. Only this time I am not falling for it ... as you come at me I go low and move towards you, smashing my shoulder into your abs as your arms catch dead air. I wrap your torso and start to lift you up. Your feet off the ground as I have you wrapped up in a tight bearhug ... "you underestimate me boy ... you always underestimate me!" I grunt out ...

Rob Hunter:
I charge towards you but you don’t fall for my trick. And as I try to catch you, you duck down and my hands only catch nothing but air. But before I can react I feel your ripped arms around my waist and you show off your strength once more as you lift my heavier body in a Bearhug, pressing your shoulders against my pecs and my throbbing bulge is rubbing over your chiseled abs. „Ugghhh fuck!“ I grunt and flex my muscled body against your arms. „Oh…ugh…yeah?“ I moan and quickly wrap one arm around your neck in a Headlock. My legs come up on each side of your waist and I lock my ankles behind your back. „Remember…ugh…THAT?“ I grunt loudly as I flex my thick quads into your sides and my biceps into your neck, trying to weaken your Bearhug more and more.

Tommy Lomburg:
"Yeah ... I .... remember" ... I grunt back as I feel you wrap me up just the way I wrapped you up earlier. Only this time we are not on the ground. I can move. And so I do ... start running across the ring and smash your back into the turnbuckle, as hard as I can, hoping it will loosen the headlock and scissor. my arms still wrapped up tight around your torso. My hard biceps pressing into your side. Move a few steps back and smash you against the turnbuckle again ... BAAMMMMMMM ... gruntig hard and moving back for a third smash …

Rob Hunter:
I got you tight in my grip. And so do you. This is pure strength fighting against each other. I try to weaken you more and more but you suddenly start to charge towards the turnbuckle, slamming my back against it once. „UGGHH!“ I grunt and try to keep the lock on. You step back and „UGGHHH!“ another slam against the turnbuckle. My grip loosens up but I keep my legs locked around you. You go for the third slam and that is finally enough that my legs are losing grip and sink down in the corner after the impact. My back is red and on fire.

Tommy Lomburg:
I quickly move my foot up and press it against your throat, pushing your neck onto the turnbuckle. Grunting hard as I do, wanting to use the advantage and not let you get any air. Both hands on the top rope on either side of you for leverage ... "Not so tough anymore, huh?" I hiss down at you …

Rob Hunter:
My back is aching and I reach back with one hand to nurse it but you’re back at me again, pressing your bare foot into my throat and choking me once more. I quickly grab your ankle, trying to pull it away from me. Your exposed bulge and taint right over me, I kick and thrash my leg towards your other ankle, the only point you’re standing on, trying to get you off balance as I pull your other ankle to the side. But I know you won’t fall as you’re holding yourself up on the ropes. I just needed momentum to throw my leg up, trying to nail my shin right into your crotch.

Tommy Lomburg:
I shake you hard with my feet as I pull on the ropes and you’re trying to get me off balance. I can see you throw your leg up and I jump back before I let you go and grab your ankles, pulling you out of the corner and step between your legs and twist your leg around, stare at you with an evil grin and let myself fall back, catching the big Hunter in a tight figure four leg lock ... "oh and by the way .. I have been training too the last four weeks!" I grunt as lock it on tightly

Rob Hunter:
My attempt to attack your bulge failed as you stepped away from me and avoided my kick. You grab my ankles and I try to hold on the ropes but you pull me away. Just enough that my fingers lose their grip. You step between my legs and hook them around yours. „No…no…“ I moan out as I realize what you’re about to do. You drop back and put me in a Figure Four Leg Lock with a lot of pressure as you lock it on tightly. The pain is running through my whole leg and I hammer my fists on the canvas, gritting my teeth and squirming my whole body. „FUUUUUUCK!“

Tommy Lomburg:
Straighten my legs out to apply pressure on your joints, making you understand I mean business. Both of my hands planted behind me to stable myself, making it almost impossible to roll us. I move my hips, rolling them to grind you down ... "What's up Rob? feeling trapped? can't get out of my hold?" I smirk and lick my lips as I watch you squirm in pain and desperation ... "Time to submit?"

Rob Hunter:
„ARRRGGGHHH!“ I bite my teeth together, holding back any signs of submission. I can’t let this boy win again. I need to focus but it’s hard as the pain is getting worse. We’re not too far from the corner. And even closer to the ropes at both sides. You move your hips, rolling us from side to side. And though I probably won’t flip you over I go with the rhythm until I finally can catch the bottom rope with my hand. I hold it tight, pull on it, my whole body is straining as I try to break that vicious hold.

Tommy Lomburg:
"Where are you going boy?" I smirk and keep my legs straightened as much as I can. I lean up a little and send a few hard punches on your thighs, trying to get you to release the ropes before leaning back again and even lifting up my hips a little, stretching out your joints a whole lot more now ... "told you you are going down and that its gonna hurt"

Rob Hunter:
„ARGGGHHH!“ I yell out as you punch my thighs but I don’t let go of the rope. I hold it like my life would hang on it. „It’s just a few inches…“ I tell myself as I try to withstand the pain and pressure on my legs. You won’t let go, I know that. So I pull on the rope hard again as you lean back and apply the pressure once more. One hand at the edge of the apron and the other on the bottom rope. „AAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!“ I let out a primal yell as I pulled me over the edge, my weight advantage pulling you with me to get us out of the ring and hopefully also out of your hold.

Tommy Lomburg:
Arrrghhhh you fucker!!!! I grunt out as you pull us both out of the ring. The change of pressure points and leverage causes me to lose the hold. I quickly untangle our legs and go after you, half flying onto you. I know I gotta act fast, and I need to keep the advantage on my side. But damn, can't believe you got out of that. I jump on you and try to smash my forearm on your chest before I swivel around and get you in a full mount, shoving my naked ass onto your face before you can regroup yourself …

Rob Hunter:
We land outside the ring and the feeling of relief on my legs is incredible. There still is pain, but not as much as before. My body is covered in sweat as I squirm on the matted floor outside the ring. „UGH!“ you mount me and slam your forearm into my pecs. But then everything gets dark and I feel your bare ass crack sliding over my face, forcing me to inhale your scent. I kick and thrash with my legs, squirm my body and try to buck you off me. I know I’m weakened. But I also know I need to get out of this as fast as I can.

Tommy Lomburg:
Pinning you down outside of the ring. My bare ass over your face, trying to pin your arms down as I grind my ass over your face. Watching your legs kick and squirm, knowing they are weakened and not as much a danger as before. My hands slide over your abs and pecs, enjoying the body that I very soon gonna own completely ... even starting to play a little with your nipples while you are trapped under me, forced to take in my musk and sweat ... and yeah, I do see what it does to your bulge ... "looks like someone likes to taste my ass like that, huh?"

Rob Hunter:
You smother my face between your asscrack and I can feel your tight pucker rubbing over my lips. My cheeks are engulfed by your bubble butt. I moan deeper and deeper as I push against your ass cheeks, trying to get me some fresh air. But then you start worshiping my muscles, running your fingers over my ripped abs and playing with my nipples. My hot breath is running over your taint as you pin me down with your ass. I only see one way out of it. I kick my legs up, pivot them and try to hit your ab wall with my knees to knock you off me.

Tommy Lomburg:
Been waiting for this! I knew playing with your nipples or - what would have been my next move - playing with your bulge would get you to swing your legs at me. And then, you do. I smirk and lean back, quickly catch them and start pulling them back. Thanks to the impact of the leg lock earlier it works ... and very slowly I lock your legs up under my pin and roll you up, smothering you even more as I push your knees down towards the mat. You can't even imagine how happy I am right now - the hunter trapped! "Well, well, well ... look at that ... if you only you could see how damn hot you look locked up like that"

Rob Hunter:
You catch my legs as I throw them towards you. Slowly pulling them back, rolling me up. And I can’t do much about it. Honestly I can do nothing about it. The leverage isn’t on my side and especially not as you trap my legs under yours. You have me rolled up. My bare jock-framed muscle ass pointing to the ceiling, my arms and legs trapped under yours, and your tight hard ass smothering my face. Humiliating me. I can’t move. My body twitches and my hole puckers in a reflex. My moans are muffled and silent as I find myself in deep trouble.

Tommy Lomburg:
I lean back and grab your wrists, pinning them down on the mat as I lean back, putting more and more pressure on your face, barely letting in any air. I know I got you. My body flexed up, holding you in place. I know I can make this the end! I keep you locked up as tight as I can, looking down on your opened up cheeks, presenting your pucker ... so damn inviting!!! I lick my lips in anticipation ... "Alright boy, I think we got this thing settled now, don't you agree?" I taunt you, wiggling my hard buns over your face in a constant humiliating motion ... "give up boy, you know you lost this one!"

Rob Hunter:
There is almost nothing on my body that I can move. Everything is trapped and locked up tight. Your hard globes are smothering me out and my body is almost limp. I’m just twitching and trying to submit. But there is nothing to tap and even my moans are muffled by your ass. I start clenching my pucker which is right in front of you as a sign of submission.

Tommy Lomburg:
Not satisfied with the weak sign of submission ... I release one of your wrists ... "Tap out now, you I will smother you out in your own basement ... your choice" I say as I lick my lips and my cock getting harder and harder in my jock ..

Rob Hunter:
Though I can’t speak I can clearly hear you. My mind is running as I’m trapped in this humiliating hold. That ass I wanted to fuck so badly is now smothering me out. I don’t have much choice. You release my wrist and I instantly start tapping weakly on the matted floor as my brain gets invaded with your ass scent.

Tommy Lomburg:
I let you tap a few times and then finally release your legs, but keep my ass planted firmly on your face. I take a deep breath and raise my arms, double flex over you. I know I am the only one to see it, but that doesn't change the fact that it looks so damn good in the mirror, especially with you all laid out under me. Defeated and humiliated. FUCK YEAHHHHH!!! I DID IT!!!!!

Rob Hunter:
I’m in total disbelief. You made me submit once again in my own basement. And even worse. You humiliated me with your bare ass and actually still do it. I don’t move very much. Your ass is still smothering me as you obviously take your time to enjoy my defeat. And as you let my legs drop down again it is clear that I’m also enjoying this. Not that I lost. But more your soft pink pucker kissing my lips as we are cheek to cheek.

Tommy Lomburg:
I finally lower my arm and slowly let my palms slide over your sweaty pecs and abs. Really enjoying your body now, and your massive bulge. It's clear that tasting my ass, especially for so long, is turning you on just as much as it does turn on me. I take a few deep breaths to let it all sink in what just happened. I slowly lift my ass off your face and get up, but one foot on your chest and press down. Look down at you ... "I need you to say it ... who won the fight? WHO?!"

Rob Hunter:
I’m almost out. My bigger body laid out under you and barely moving. I can’t believe this. This can’t be. I inhale deep as you lift your hard ass off my face. I blink my eyes and see your muscular teen body stepping over me, one foot on my defeated muscles. And then you want to hear it. You want me to admit that you beat me. FUCK! My pride gets in the way and I only grunt „ughh…it‘s ok…get…ugh…off me!“ as I lightly slap my hands against your ankle.

Tommy Lomburg:
Grunting as I hear the words, I drop down hard and fast over your body in a schoolboy pin. One hand on your throat, choking you with my finger, other hand raised up, balled to a fist. Stare at you, an angry look on my face. "Don't do this bro, don't be that guy. Take the defeat like a man! You lost fair and square! I was and always will be better, you just got luck the first time we met. Now, one last chance to say it ... WHO IS THE ALPHA HERE?!"

Rob Hunter:
All of a sudden you drop down on my body again in a schoolboy pin. Your hard bulge is close to my face. Your hand choking my throat and pressing me down. My eyes go wide and I realize that angry look on your face. I’m still in shock. It’s hard to let it sink in…“ugh…you…ugh…you are…“ I hesitate and close my eyes again to not look you in your face as I say the words.

Tommy Lomburg:
I lean down and dig my fingers in a little deeper ... "Look at me when you say it!" I grunt at you and then spit in your face. "I want to understand I am not fucking around here ... when I said I will take you down and I'm gonna hurt you, I meant it!"

Rob Hunter:
I grunt and cough as you keep on choking me under you. My legs start twitching behind you as I’m once again lacking air. I slowly blink my eyes and then you spit into my face, making me shrug in a reflex but I know I will be choked out soon if you don’t let me go. My eyes start to roll back as I grunt out silently. „Ughhh…you are…ugh…“ My face is grimacing under you, humiliated by this Twink.

Tommy Lomburg:
I release the choke, only to smack your face with my bare hand. The sound echoes through your basement ... "this could have been a simple fuck to seal the deal ... but that ship has sailed. Now you really will PAY!" grunting at you. I grab you by the hair and pull you up, make you kneel on hands and knees, still holding on to your hair. Prop you up right in front of the mirror ... "Look at you boy ... LOOK AT YOU!"

Rob Hunter:
I gasp in deep and loud as you release the choke. I start to cough as you keep on taunting me. And not only that. You’re threatening me that I will pay. I can feel your determination since the beginning and now that you got me propped up on all four you keep on humiliating me. Forced to look in the mirror. Your ripped teen body standing beside me and holding me like a dog. „UGGHH…!“ I groan deep. „Please…“ trying to stop you from more humiliation.

Tommy Lomburg:
"It's a bit too late for begging" I grunt out and pull your head up, as you kneel in front of me. I pull down my jock and step out of it. I walk backwards to the ring corner, make you follow me on your knees like a good little boy. My hand on your hair the whole time. I sit down on the corner, with my cock rock hard and pointing up ... "I think you know what to do now, boy!"

Rob Hunter:
I am focused on the reflection in the mirror. You pull down your blue jocks and your hard cock flops up against your ripped abs. I can even hear the slap of your cockhead hitting your smooth sweaty skin. You walk me towards the corner. My jock-framed ass wiggling from side to side until we arrive in the corner. You settle at the turnbuckle and your steel cock is pointing straight into my face. Your cum slit is gaping already and I’m sure your balls must be fully loaded. I’m in an inner conflict. A small part of me is still trying to resist but I am aware that I won’t have much choice. I lost. So I close my eyes and get closer to your cockhead. My lips touch your cum slit before I slide my soft lips around your shaft and swallow your cock as deep as I can without gagging. I can taste the sour precum on my lips as I start sucking you off.

Tommy Lomburg:
My hand is still in your head, I guide your mouth deeper and deeper around my shaft, making you take my hard cock ... "mmmmhhhhhhh .. that's it boy. no shame in paying up for losing". lean back and enjoy your lips around my hard cock, leaking into you ... "and by the way ... I haven't shot a single load since last time ... so ... hope you are ready for what's coming"

Rob Hunter:
My mouth is gliding over your vein-covered shaft as I’m taking your hard cock in deep. Eventually it hits my uvula, making me gag but I focus on holding it back. I start to circle your oozing cum slit with the tip of my tongue. Feeling it gaping and pushing out several drops of pre. Your cum vein is so thick, it can’t hold everything inside and though you’re not cumming yet, it feels like it. Some of my saliva is running out at the corners of my mouth, working like lube as I press my lips together and making it feel like the tightest hole ever.

Tommy Lomburg:
I let you suck my cock a little bit longer, then I pull it off hard and fast, make you look up at me. One hand on your hair, another one on your chin .. "alright boy, time to claim your tight ass and make it official" I say with a little smirk. I shove you to the side and let your face glide under the bottom ropes while your ass is still outside. Making sure your bulge is pressed hard against the outside of the ring. I reach between the bottom and middle rope and pull your arms back out while I line up my cock on your pucker. Make you feel my wet time ... "Let's hope you lubed it up real well ... and now beg for it!" I grunt and pull your wrists back, pressing your hole tighter on my tip …

Rob Hunter:
Your cock leaves my wet mouth with a POP and I drool on the matted floor. You hold my head up and tell me it’s time to claim my ass. Fuck. I instantly clench my butt cheeks in a reflex but I know I’m at your mercy as you drag me over to the apron. I lean over the edge and my bulge is getting pressed against the edge of the apron. My bare ass flexing and twitching as you lock my pumped but weakened arms around the bottom rope and start pulling them back. Your cock pressing against my pucker and I clench it tight. You want me to beg for it and I prepare myself for your thick cock. „Please…ugh…fuck me please!“ I mumble as my pucker slowly gives in under the pressure. Your swollen cockhead wins this battle and it starts stretching my outer ring up as you invade my tight muscle ass.

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Tommy Lomburg:
I push my cock inside your tight hole, all the way in until my crotch rests against your hard butt. I keep pressing forward, pushing your jocked balls and cock against the apron while I pull back your arms at same time ... "As you wish boy" I smirk and send the first thrust into you, smashing my cock in deep and hard. Start to repeat it with quick and strong poundings. It's clear that this is gonna be a very different fucking. A fucking worthy of a true champ and his little bitch ...

Rob Hunter:
I feel your hard cock slide inside me. What do I say….it’s RAMMING inside me. My hole is still so tight but you forcefully open me up like a bitch. Already your first thrust digs deep into my love canal and gives my alpha prostate a solid punch. „UGH!“ I moan out. That punch already did its job and my cock gushes out a huge load of precum. I know I haven’t cummed for days either, but I saved it all for your ass. But now your cock keeps on jabbing my fuck stone and slowly punching it dizzy…or aroused…anyways…I’m loosing my thick white juice slowly but steady right into my jocks as you fuck me hard and merciless.

Tommy Lomburg:
I keep punding you with powerful fuckstrokes, hard and fast. Pulling your arms up higher, pushing your face and chest down on the canvas ... where they belong. I grunt out as I work your tight hole. Leaking badly into your fuck chute. But it's okay, I know that every single punch I deliver to your gland will be one you gonna remember for a long time. I slowly start to pick up the pace without reducing the power ... preparing to seed the loser ass in front of me.

Rob Hunter:
You literally smash my body against the apron with every single thrust. My hard cock gets squeezed over and over again. At first in a slower pace but once my tight chute is stretched out more and more it also gets easier for you to drill your fuck stick into my hard ass. You start pounding me even harder and my own cock feels like he is fucking the ring, gushing out even more of my hot cum. „FUUUCK!!! PLEASE!!! YOU OWN MY ASS MAN!!!“ I yell out. I’m intoxicated by pleasure and you pound my prostate into heaven. My balls are churning and I know they won’t hold it back any longer. I’m done…

Tommy Lomburg:
Fuck yeah ... It took a while, but finally I got you to a place where your brain is giving in after your body has done it a long time ago. I know what you yelled out wasn't a line. I know you meant it. I smirk and give you a few extra hard poundings when I finally feel my own cum rising up and about to claim that ass ... "fuck yeah ... I FUCKING OWN THAT ASS NOW!" I grunt and start to cum HARD into your hole …

Rob Hunter:
I'm fucked. Literally fucked. And as you impale my ass, claiming this tight alpha hole for yourself I remain just a moaning muscle stud, tied in the ropes and getting owned by this ripped Twink. My body already gave in some time ago but your thick cock broke my mind and then there it comes. Your thick white juice is shooting deep into my guts, marking me as your bitch. And as you fill me up with the biggest load I ever felt in my ass I can feel my abs blow up a bit. My legs are shaking and as a part of your cum is squirting out of my ass again I can't hold it in any longer. My cum vein pumps up, my shaft is twitching in my speedos and as my juice is shooting out of my cock my hole starts puckering around your shaft, squeezing the last bit of your cum into my ass. My own cum is oozing through the fabrics of my jockstrap and leaving a pool of cum on the matted floor before I collapse and go limp in front of you...even my hole stops flexing...stretched to the max…

Tommy Lomburg:
I grunt out, straining to keep the intensity on. I know I want the most out of this fuck, making true on my promise to deliver something you won't ever forget. And by the way your whole body shakes, tense and then finally goes limp, I know ... KNOW ... I got you there. I shoot out the biggest load ever, deep inside you while I keep pounding. I finally pull out of you, letting more cum leak out of your tight hole. I see the massive pool of cum under you .. smirking as I slap your butt hard. Breathing hard, exhausted but happy. Very very happy. I wipe the sweat off my forehead, checking on you. You're breathing, but are totally out of it. I smirk and grab your ass, pull it back and lift you up outside the ring, only to lean your back onto the ropes and start to trap your arms between the top and middle rope, letting you hang outside the ropes. I can hear you moaning, but knowing you are still out of it. I grunt and finally tear off your jock. Soaking wet!

I stuff it in your mouth and put your feet on the canvas, trapping you in the ropes on the apron. I smirk and move back a few steps. Looking at this hot, defeated and trapped body. I smile and head to my backpack, take out a sharpie and write "OWNED" in big letters across your chest, knowing it will be the first thing you see when you come back to it. I grab my jock and my stuff, heading up to take a shower in your house - but not before snapping a pic of you in this position ... "This is only the beginning, Rob. YOU ARE MINE now!" I say up close and give you a kiss before heading out …

The End ... for now

Published: 2022-10-16, viewed 143 times.