International Pro Wrestling

Soner Dursun:
Not giving up on this underground fed but still looking for my first win in action that ends up with some kind of sexual action. Not what I am used to but the money is so good I am happy to do more bouts and I have to say I am getting used to it and although losing I have gained many fans amongst the horny guys who are into this.
I am asked if I want a bout against a young wrestler called Wonder Lad who I hear is the “bitch” of the Black Stallion a stud who I lost badly to not that long ago. Not sure what being a “bitch” involves but I am happy to do another bout here and am hoping to finally get the win and with it a bigger payout!
I am already geared up but I am told that again my opponent will be called to the ring first so I anxiously await the signal to go to the ring.
Wonder Lad:
This is my inaugural bout in this underground federation - and after loosing BADLY to The Black Stallion and becoming his bitch, I'm ready to use what I've learned. My super-hero-in training status should definitely help me in facing "The Total Package," a handsome, sexy, extremely well-hung stud named Soner Dursun. He's winless in this federation, so I'm pretty damn sure I will be able to top him like everybody else. He looks like GREAT fuck meat!!
I'm wearing a tiny white speedo that makes my 8" cock go off to the left. The material hugs my package and shows the outline of EVERYTHING that I've got. It hugs my ass and makes it look like two white melons. I've got a muscular, hairy chest with medium brown hair, tight abs, and a sculptured body that I'm quite proud of. I wear a ninja-turtle like mask that protects my true identity. When you're a super hero, you can't let anyone know who you are. But you can tell that I'm quite handsome and a dynamite looker.
I'm jumping up and down in the hallways, bouncing on my bare feet and swinging my arms back and forth, stretching my arms and shoulders. I do some toe touchers and deep knee bends. My junk jumps up and down with me, and I frequently have to stop to readjust myself.
Finally I hear my name announced and I go trotting out of the hallway and down the aisle towards the ring. Fans IMMEDIATELY go wild over my looks and physique, copping feels, squeezing my ass, my biceps, fondling my pecs, and slapping me on the back. Even grabbing my shoulders and drawing me in for a kiss!!
I make it to the ring, a bit horned up and boning in my white speedo. I slide under the ropes and parade around the ring, pumping my arms and working the fans. All too soon, I hear your name announced . . . .
Soner Dursun:
am waiting in the locker room it seems like my opponent “Wonder Lad” is making quite an entrance I hear cheers wolf whistles even here. I did take a look at his profile and have to say he looks sexy ..not sure whether that is a good or bad thing knowing how bouts are won and lost in this fed. I am pacing up and down looking at myself in the mirror and deciding I have never looked better adjusting my already growing dick.
After what seems like forever I am finally told to make my way to the ring slowly striding out but when some horny studs see me they yell out some grab my ass cheeks and some even try to grab at my ample bulge ..my 10 inch dick packed into my tight red trunks in black boots too red knee pads. I am 25yo 5’10 180lbs slightly hairy body a thick mop of black hair …
I have years of traditional pro wrestling experience but still learning the ropes in this underground fed especially as I am known to be straight. I reach the ring and slide in.
I ignore my opponent climb one turnbuckle then another to make sure the guys here get a good view of me and leave nobody in doubt as to why I am known as “The Total Package” .I then move to my corner.
I look over at my opponent scoping him out semi-hairy like me wearing a revealing white speedo that displays your sizeable bulge and tight ass cheeks and another stud with a white mask. We are called to the center of the ring to be checked out and told the rules…it is a NHB bout a pin or submission or KO deciding it and importantly the winner chooses the stakes. I just stare at my masked opponent showing no emotion.
Wonder Lad:
The man I will be facing tonight makes a VERY grand and sexy entrance!!! He's handsome, well-built, and showing off his tremendously big set of cock and balls. His delicious brown skin announces his Middle Eastern heritage, and his too-tight red trunks are a perfect color for him. Slightly less hairy then I am, he's hot and muscled and clearly enjoys being in front of his fans - and being groped by them!!
He enters the ring and continues to showboat around - until the ref calls us to center ring for a pat down, which we both enjoy as we're both starting to bone. I get a better look at him and see that we are nearly identical in height and weight - he's more meaty and I'm more muscular. My nips are hard as rocks now. He stares as me while the ref goes over the rules of the match, showing no emotion. My mind wonders what's it's going to be like to demolish him . . . . . . what his skin feels like . . . . . what his ass and cock taste like. . . . . . what it'll be like to lick his sweaty pits . . . . .
When the ref is through, we break and go to our corners. The bell rings, and we both come out somewhat cautiously, circling each other and looking for an opening. We finally lock up in a collar and elbow, our pecs, packages, biceps, and thighs grinding together as we jockey for the upper hand. My muscles finally take the upper hand and I'm able to force The Total Package into the ropes, our bodies pushing them outward towards the audience. The ref calls for a break, and my hands immediately fly up into the air, giving the clean break required of every hero . . . . . . .
Soner Dursun:
The ref has checked us both out for foreign objects and I still keep my eyes fixed on you but showing no emotion. No idea what is going on in your head but having gotten a close look at you and the fact that you are wearing a skimpy white speedo looking every inch a jobber I feel confident that tonight will be when I finally end of losing streak in this underground fed.
We are told to go to our respective corners and await the bell. Once it has sounded we are both out slowly and circle If there is one thing I have realised in this fed that the opening exchanges are all important. I look you over and I cant control my thick 10 inch torpedo of a cock which is embarrassing for me being an open minded straight guy. But I know this is what the horny studs watching pay good money to see and as I have said before the fed pays mega bucks even to losers!
We finally lock up and being cery similat in height and weight I try to push you back but ughhh you show some extra power as you shove me into the ropes.I arch out as the ropes bend outwards ..the ref calls a break and this younger boy does just that…obviously not a rule breaker and I take note .But I quickly push out of the ropes a d go for a vicious close range clothesline across your throat.
Wonder Lad:
"OOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFF!" you prove yourself to be a rule breaker by clotheslining me as you rebound off the ropes. Your forearm SMASHES across my chest, whipping me backwards into a somersault with the momentum. I land a second later on my stomach on the mat in front of you, my ass cheeks prominent and quivering beneath their tight, white covering.
I'm choking and gasping for breath, reaching for my injured chest, but I can't as I'm laying on it. ALL the wind knocked out of me after the clothesline and being spun head over heels onto the canvas. My head is spinning, and I have to focus, willingly forcing myself to breathe.
Through the echoing haze I hear the audience booing you loudly. There is a fire in my chest and my head is foggy. "BREATHE, dammit!" I tell myself.
Soner Dursun:
My clothesline nails you even better than I expected as you are whipped backwards but even better I see you somersault over land hard chest first into the canvas my followers hollering out their approval ...but many BOO me..
I move slowly towards you trying not to get distracted as your ass cheeks quiver outlined by that hugging white speedo ...fuck what am I thinking.forgetting for a few seconds I am a straight stud...maybe so many bouts in this underground erotic wrestling fed is having an effect on me...
I can tell you are struggling to breathe as I lean in and pull you up I scoop you in a crotch hold deliberately slide my hand over your bulge to see how you react ..then strut around with you and BAMMMMM I body slam you to the canvas wanting the horny studs to get a good view of your bulge
Wonder Lad:
Still seeing stars and unable to catch my breath, I feel you scoop me up with your hand FIRMLY on my growing, package. Copping a feel while you prepare me for another devastating maneuver! I secretly get off BIG TIME on being dominated and feel a huge blob of precum gush out of my steadily enlarging cock. Your hand moves, squeezing my package, and making me moan with pleasure.

You hold me pressed up against your hot, hairy chest, and I feel myself being carried around the ring. My body touches yours and I want to reach out and rake your face, but I'm not able to, because you then lift me up into the air and SLAM me down onto my back in the middle of the ring!
BAMMMMMMMMM!!! I cry out in agony as my spine meets the hard, unforgiving canvas, knocking the breath out of me once more. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut and my mouth is open in a huge "O." Reflexively, my hand reaches underneath, and my pelvis lifts up into the air, trying to relieve the intense, blinding pain. Of course, this presses my huge, growing bulge up into the air as well. My cock twitches at the exquisite feelings aroused by being dominated by a hot, hunky stud!! My superhero costume makes me feel extra vulnerable, extra sexy, and this only adds to the intensity of what my brain and cock is feeling. Another gush of precum rolls through my piss slit as my body starts rolling back and forth on the canvas.
Soner Dursun:
I soon start to realise that given how you reacted to my deliberate "grope" of your sizeable dick and balls and now from what I see after the bodyslam that this is going to be my first win here.
This sends a shiver of pleasure not only through my body but to my dick I feel it pulse in my tight red trunks making them tent. I feel it start to pose some precum into them and for once I am not embarrassed.
I strut around the ring flexing seeing this masked stud writhing on the canvas I notice a growing damp patch on that white speedo. I lean in close and STOMP STOMP STOMP I slam my boot into your abs.
Wonder Lad:
There is a bit of a lull in the punishment you're delivering, giving me a chance to at least start to clear my head. My body stops rolling back and forth and I lay motionless on the canvas now . . . until your boots start raining down STOMP after STOMP on my vulnerable and unprotected bricks! My arms reach down to block your blows while my thorax and legs buck upwards each time you trample my 8 pack. Sweat is flying off me, and pre is literally GUSHING into my tiny white speedo!
Suddenly, I grab your boot and first twist it a bit counterclockwise, then give it a HUGE spinning turn clockwise. This corkscrew maneuver sends you flying away from me, the torque sending you more than several feet away. This move is known for causing intense pain in the involved leg!
Still clutching at my abs, I slowly get myself to a sitting position and prop myself up on my elbows, showing off my ample, hairy chest and very hard nipples. With shock and horror, I see myself HARD and TENTING in my speedo, and the OBVIOUS wet spot front and center in my trunks. I also see you laying on your side, moaning and clutching at your leg, your body gyrating back and forth. Time to turn the tables here after your sneak attack!
I get to my feet and feel the ring spinning around me. There's a whirling in my ears and my vision is fuzzy. Then all goes dark as I faceplant to the canvas. Unbeknownst to me, I'm dry humping the mat and driving the studs in the audience absolutely wild. Neither you or I can hear the ref starting the 10 count. . . . . . .
Soner Dursun:
This bout is certainly pleasing the horny studs watching ..most cheering me as I pummel your core with my stomps…I am enjoying besting on this sexy young punk and of course I can’t help but notice a damp spot growing in the pouch of your flimsy white speedo …I seem to be getting into the erotic side of things after several bouts here..…I can feel my 10 incher now almost fully erect and tenting my red trunks..I know how the guys watching enjoy this…
I am about to continue my assault on your abs when you suddenly grab my boot and torgue it one way then the other..AARRGHHHH FUCKKKK..the corkscrew pin you inflict sends me flying onto my back a few feet away from you I grab at my left leg that is certainly damaged by that unexpected move….
I am grabbing at it as I see you slowly pull up but then you suddenly drop facedown still feeling the effects of my attacks I see you dry humping thecanvas the studs watching cheering this …I slowly rise testing out my damaged left leg and I move in close to you not sure whether you really are in trouble or just feigning injury ..I know I need to keep my left leg away from you for a bit…..
Wonder Lad:
Everything is a blur as I slowly realize that I’ve been fucking the mat, my pelvis slamming repeatedly into the canvas and making the front of my speedo wetter than ever. The crowd is cheering but I can’t tell why; it’s adding to the din that my sense have to overcome so that I can focus. I need to struggle to control my breathing; my rib cage is heaving in and out like crazy.
I voluntarily will my hips to stay still, but my white-swathed ass continues to shake and quiver for a bit after I grind to a halt. Feeling the ring shaking, I force my eyes open and see the black tips of your boots standing right close to me. Too close, for then I feel myself being tugged up by my hair. . .
Soner Dursun:
You seem in some kind of dazed state still as you are still kinda humping the mats is if you are fucking somebody. I am still wary but I lean in and grab your hair and slowly pull you up ....
I am keeping my left leg as far away as I can just in case you do try something ..but I do notice your crotch area of your gear is totally wet with your precum....the guys around the ring see it and cheer..
Getting more comfortable with all this now and knowing what the horny fans like I grab you around your neck push your face into my hairy pit and twist you into a dragon sleeper...
I stretch you out on front of me and put your hot body in display. I can see your white speedo tenting and know the guys watching can...my own bulge huge now as my own dick is visible in my gear.
Wonder Lad:
“MMMMMMMPH!! MMMMMMMPH!” I find myself hauled to my feet by my hair, twisted around, and then bent over backwards as you shove my face into your sweaty, hairy pit. My chest, bulge, and body out on display in front of me. My air is being cut off in your huge dragon sleeper! My arms flail wildly as I try to breathe and free myself, and sometimes they come in contact with the muscular, hot man controlling me. My package is totally wet with man lube, and another blop of it gushes out into my thin white trunks. My chest is dripping with sweat, and my hard nipples are poking up towards the ceiling like pebbles in a creek.
There is a fire burning inside my chest, and far off in the distance there’s a buzzing noise as things start to get blacker. Even blacker than the hair in this hot Turkish prison known as your right armpit. You crank my head back even further, blocking off what little air I have remaining, and my pelvis jerks up in response. It keeps doing that in sheer panic, it’s desperate for something to fuck. I feel another glob of precum gush out of my brick dick, making the translucent spot in my flimsy white speedo expand even further. Soon, though, my arms slow to a halt, and hang limp and useless by my sides.
The ref moves in and raises my right arm, and lets it fall immediately. It drops to my side at once and swings back and forth. “ONE!” he yells. The crowd is hushed, and the only sound in the arena is the sound of guys beating off at the sight of these two studs battling it out. Or me being owned . . . . The air is thick with the musky smells of sweat and cum.
Again, the ref lifts my arm, showing off my pit hair, and drops it. It collapses again to my side, pointing uselessly to the canvas. “TWO!” the ref announces, pointing at me.
The ref raises my arm and again it drops to my side when he releases it – ALMOST!!!! The crowd starts cheering and yelling as their hot masked stud in white starts coming back to life. With my left arm, I reach around and start squeezing your red-hot throbbing bulge rhythmically. Already engorged, it starts growing instantaneously. My tongue darts out and probes the depths of your hairy, hot pit, tickling the sensitive flesh inside. I feel you break out into gooseflesh. My tongue sluices the spicy sweat from your pit hair, and my teeth tug on it from time to time.
“This should take care of you, my well-hung opponent!” I think to myself. “NO MAN ALIVE can resist stuff like this!” I give your cock and balls another squeeze.
Soner Dursun:
I can hear the horny studs watching this action cheering as they see me stretching out this sexy young masked wrestler ..his muscular body on display and his revealing skimpy white speedo now translucent with your precum and it makes your throbbing cock so visible…this is what these guys pay to see and I am now aiming to please them..
Confident I am closecto jy first win in this underground fed I crank on the dragon sleeper tighter and as I cut off your air supply more by pushing your face into my hairy pit even more I see your sexy body starting to go limp I smile and raise my free arm and flex as the ref moves in ..he raises one arm of yours and it drops…ONE…he repeats it …TWO…and then the third time .I am soooo close to victory here…my 10 inch dick pulsing and leaking in my red trunks ..planning to take this boys ass once I have won…
But you manage to hold your arm just high enough to show the ref you are not out of this and suddenly as if you have been trying to make me over confident you suddenly bring your arm around and AAAWWWWW I moan out as I feel you grabbing and squeezing my bulge …and then I feel your mouth teasing my hairy pit .then AARGHHHHH FUCKKK I feel you tug on the hairs using your teeth as you SQUEEZE my package more I start to lose the dragon sleeper finisher ..my arm around your neck loosens ..the guys around their feet cheering for you now.
Wonder Lad:
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” I’m finally able to breathe! My sexual distraction works and you loosen the hold enough so that blood starts flowing to my brain and air gets to my lungs once again. Your cock keeps growing, and I can feel your balls churning under my touch. My tongue keeps up pleasuring your pit, and for added visuals, I continue to fuck the air with my pelvis and my tented speedo. Soon I feel a massive wetness as another dollop of precum comes blopping out of your cock and into your trunks. It’s only a matter of time before you either shoot your wad or release me!
I hear you scream when you break the hold and I fall to the mat, coughing and spewing and grasping as my neck. Trying to stay in the match, I grab your injured left leg before you can react and yank it out from under you. When you go down, I keep hold of your leg. You’re laying on your chest and cock, surprised and dazed. Picking up your left leg and bending it, I SLAM your knee down into the mat! The audience counts with me as I do this a total of ten times! I listen with glee to your anguished cries and feel guilty because a super hero shouldn’t be doing this . . . .
Soner Dursun:
This bout is now reaching its climax in more ways than one ..your attention to my huge bulge and my hairy pits has given you the release you badly needed as you were on the verge of losing this bout in one of my favorite finishers the dragon sleeper .
I feel my thick dick release another load of precum into my trunks and my wet patch now matches your in size and the sexy fans are loving this as you managed to escape from my hold….
I watch as you drop to the mats I start to adjust my bulge and you see this and you quickly yank on my left leg that is still not fully recovered from your earlier corkscrew move…I fall to the mats and you keep hold of it and start to go to work on it again..,
ARGHHHH ARGHHHH ARGHHHHHH I start screaming out as you twist it and start to SLAM my knee onto the canvas over and over again I can feel my leg going limp from this vicious assault the horny guys ringside know you are turning this bout around completely ..tge Wonder Kid in control…I try to bring my right leg up and slam it into your face I need to fet the release quickly…
Wonder Lad:
As I’m bashing your knee into the mat over and over I see you moving your free right leg in an attempt to kick me. “Oh no you don’t!” I growl at you. “You’re not pulling THAT trick!”
I turn my assault on your left leg into a single leg Boston Crab, torquing your wounded leg up and around and over your back. You groan in agony and I see sweat pooling in the small of your back. I wrench the hold, then ease up a little, then make it even tighter the next time. Over and over . . . .
“You’re making a mess of sweat and precum on the mat!” I scold you. “Here, we have to clean it up!” And I start making mopping motions, your leg the handle and your package the mop. RUBBBBING your junk on the mat inside its wet red pouch!!
The crowd goes wild as it sees your reaction . . . . .
Soner Dursun:

My attempt to force you to release my targetted left leg is thwarted as you easily avoid the back kick of my right leg and just to make sure I can’t try it again you lean in closer torquing my left leg up behind my back and cranking on a damaging single leg boston ..thisadds pressure onto my spine as well as leg…
AUGHHHH FUCKKK NOOOO..AUGHHHHHH..I scream out as you ease up on the hold but then reapply the half crab even more I feel my sweat soaked hairy body weakening I do try a back kick at you in a last ditch attempt to get out of the move..
I am close to submitting especiallyas in this hold you make sure my sizeable bulge is grinding into the mats and making me ooze more and more precum and as there is so much some of it mixes with my sweat forming a puddle on the canvas…many of the studs watching see this and some pull out their dicks and start jerking off ..to add to my humiliation you start making fun of me I am soo frustrated that just a few minutes ago I was so close to winning but you were just playing mind games …
Wonder Lad:
You keep kicking at me in a vain attempt to get out of my hold. "You want out of this hold? Well, here it comes, Soner!" I think to myself.
Without warning, I FLIP you over onto your back, revealing your thick,hard, leaking cock. The front of your red trunks is WET with your precum and darkened several shades deeper as well. You're thrashing and beating your arms on the mat, knowing what's headed your way.
Taking a good, strong hold on your left leg, I fall backwards quickly without letting go of your leg, splading you and sending your groin muscles into an agonizing wrench and stretch. Your hands shoot down to your exposed, painful, and vulnerable crotch. As it my custom, though, I rarely EVER just do a move once!! I get up and spladle you AGAIN!! And AGAIN!!
I fall onto your sweaty, sexy chest with my pit in your face and press down FIRMLY with my left arm, holding down your shoulders. My right hand pulls you right leg up, letting your weakened left leg free. No way THAT leg is going to help you kick out!!
The ref drops to the mat and slaps it HARD! "ONE!" he yells. The crowd starts celebrating. . . . .
Soner Dursun:
My struggles to break free are failing as my attempted back kicks lack the momentum to knock you off balance and as you keep me in the hold my throbbing 10 incher grinds more onto the mats making me leak more precum and I feel the wetness around the crotch of my red trunks getting bigger …
But you decide you need to change your tactics your confidence seems to be growing no doubt as is your cock as you dominate me. Obviously wanting to please the horny studs watching you suddenly flip me over leaving me on my back and giving the fans a great view of my bulge as well as the damp patch….
I beat my arms onto the mats showing ny frustration as well as my pain ..then as you straddle me you yank my still injured left leg falling backwards you stretch me into a spladle ..”ARGHHHHH FUCKKK! “ I scream out as you do this not once but twice and a third time..my groin is in agony and my hands start to cradle my junk…
You grin and drop onto me your pit in my face as you push down onto my shoulders with your left arm and then hook my right leg up ..the ref drops ..yells out ONE…my left leg rendered useless as you free it …I gear the TWO count as you go for the pin…
Survival instinct suddenly kicks in when I hear the 2 count..not wanting to be taken like this by this masked wrestler..my face is stuffed into your hairy pit…in a desperate attempt to avoid the 3 count I suddenly put my teeth into your pit hairs ..and yank on them HARD….am hoping this will force you to release me ….
Wonder Lad:
I’m enjoying laying across your sweaty, muscular, hot, masculine body, surveying your hairy chest, heaving belly, and smoking hot red package drenched with sweat and precum. Holding you down and waiting for the three count and the win. I feel you moving in a futile attempt to kick out with your injured left leg. I got you!! But suddenly I feel the hair being ripped from my left pit!!
“Yeeeeeeowch!” I scream and without thinking, break the pin. I grab at my painful pit and see the tuft of black hair sticking in your teeth. I jump up and start complaining to the ref, putting my hand behind my head and making him examine my aching pit. I point to my hair in your mouth and scream “Foul!”
The ref disagrees as there’s nothing in the rules prohibiting such an action. The ref and I get engaged in a heated discussion about sportsmanship and the legalities of ripping out the body hair of one’s opponent. We get so involved that it takes us away from you and over to one corner of the ring so that neither of us is watching you, or even aware of your presence anymore.
I stomp my foot angrily on the canvas as rub my hand into my aching, sweaty pit. My white package jostles and my junk swings back and forth. My eyes shoot flames from behind my white mask, and my nipples are hard as rocks in the excitement. “Damn that fucker!” I yell out loud. “That’s not FAIR!”
Soner Dursun:
I am so close to being pinned by this tough young masked wrestler…..but having been so close to victory myself until you worked over my left leg my desperate attempt to just avoid the 3 count works…I manage to tug on your pit hairs so hard I get a few of them in my mouth and I hear you YELL out just before the 3 count…
You roll off me and jump up to your feet I lay there realising how close I was to adding another loss to my dismal record …whats more you move with your back to protest to the ref showing him what I did…my left leg still giving me some trouble so I am up slowly ..move to the ring apron and spit out your sweaty pit hair…
Your protests continue and with you facing the ref having him trapped in the corner I quietly move up behind you then BAMMMMMMM I double axehandle your upper back and step back knowing that you would not be expecting my attack…
Wonder Lad:
’m still busy protesting your unsportsmanlike behavior to the ref when a white-hot shot of lightning hits me and intense pain courses through my body. You’ve snuck up on us and double axehandled me right between the shoulder blades! Of course the damn ref let it happen, too!
My mouth opens in a silent scream as my well-developed chest thrusts itself outward. My eyes cross and I sink slowly to my haunches, stunned and dazed. The ring is spinning, and there are stars swimming in front of my eyes. My generous thinly-wrapped package is a white puddle lying limply on the mat between my thighs.
Soner Dursun:
I am stood a few paces behind you as you slowly drop to your haunches I know that your protests have cost you ..I cant see that your white package is on show to the horny studs watching as the ref moves away from the corner and watches you drop ..my fans cheering me..
I know I need to keep my left leg protected but I move in yank on your hair to pull you up…I turn you to face me but grab your wrist and WHIP you to the opposite corner back first..want to finish you off quickly Ifollow you and leap up for a BIG bodysplash ..
Wonder Lad:
I have no idea what is going on; my nervous system is still short circuited from the axe handle lodged deep between my shoulder blades. I feel myself being hauled up by my hair and whipped into the corner. Im totally unable to control what’s being done to me, but somehow I manage to turn just in time. My back, instead of my chest, continues to take a beating as my body first bucks, and then sags on the turnbuckles. My arms are too weak to catch the ropes, and I crumple slowly like a Slinky to my ass on the canvas. My head lolls on my chest, my arms flop limply. A huge dollop of pre gushes out of my dick, making my huge cockhead plainly visible through my thin white speedo.
Only vaguely do I see you flying towards the now-vacant upper turnbuckles, totally powerless to stop what’s about to happen . . . . The crowd is on its feet, yelling and screaming for both of us.
Soner Dursun:
I have seen you hit the turnbuckle back first I feel my totally HARD huge dick throbbing and now totally tenting my red trunks which I know is turn on for many guys ringside .
Expecting to nail you then finish you off with my big bodysplash I am already airborne as you slump to your ass and this bout takes another unexpected turn as instead of slamming into you it is my pecs that take the hit...
AARGHHHHH..I yell out as the impact sends pain through my body the fans go wild as I bounce back a little gasping as I collapse facedown my head almost in your damp bulge and I hump the canvas as my dick oozes more prejizz too ..this bout is still anyone's to win .
Wonder Lad:
I hear a huge CRASH above me and it stirs my consciousness a little - then you drop down in front of me and land with a SPLAT - your attempt at a body splash having failed MISERABLY - your body face down on the mat, humping the canvas furiously in spasm - your red-clad ass jackhammering in a furious up and down motion. "Here's my chance!" I tell myself.
Drawing on all my reserve, I slowly get to my feet, using the ropes to steady my still-dazed body. I shake my head in attempt to clear the cobwebs and stretch out my back. Blinking my eyes behind my white eye mask, I look down past my taught belly and see just how huge my hard on is in my tiny white trunks - and how translucent they are when they're wet! You're still prone on the canvas in front of me - and I reach down and SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! your head into the mat a few extra times.
An idea forms!! I circle around to your feet, encased in their black boots, and lift them over your head, twisting them back and intertwining them in the turnbuckle - TREE OF WOE!!!! I chuckle when I see that in your agonies on the mat, your cock head and half your vein-thick shaft has worked its way up over the hem of your trunks - and now points down toward your head, dripping its clear fluid down over your slightly hairy brown abs and chest. Your arms hang down by your sides, exposing your hairy pits - and your chest with its sexy brown pink nipples bully exposed and vulnerable. Another huge dollop of pre pushes its was out of my cock - and the audience sees absolutely EVERYTHING!! They go crazy as these two studs in training continue to massacre each other - their cocks fully engorged and right out there on full display!
Soner Dursun:
I am still pretty much out of it humping the canvas the missed bodysplash giving this bout another twist and turn. The horny guys watching are totally into this wondering which one of us will finally get the victory…
Taking advantage of my prone position you are up slowly and circle me like you would your prey…you lean in and slam my head into the canvas a few times which just makes me suffer more and almost totally KO’d now. You must know that you could pin me by just rolling me over but you have other ideas wanting to give the guys watching a real show..
I am barely aware of what is happening as you position me in a tree of woe inverted draped down the turnbuckle and adding to the eroticism of the action my 10 inch cock has partly escaped my trunks waistband my throbbing tool is erect throbbing and pointed to the canvas…it drips prejizz ..the guys cheering..what looked like a victory for me is now turning into my worst nightmare as this young masked stud wearing what are now translucent flimsy white trunks has me at his mercy as I slowly start to revive …
Wonder Lad:
I stand there briefly, admiring you, a magnificent side of beef strung up to dry. Helpless and vulnerable, sexy and destroyed. My speedo is sticking to my junk and my cock us at full mast, straining mightily at the thin white, wet fabric containing it. My hands rest briefly on my hips while my chest heaves up and down, trying to catch my breath.
Grabbing onto the top rope for leverage, I start landing kick after kick to your chest and abs, making your arms flail and your body bounce on the ringpost. With each blow, my cock bounces, my ball sack jumps, and my pecs dance. The referee begins counting as you’re actually on the ropes and the hold will need to be released.
Towards the end of the count, I stop kicking and grrrrrind my bare foot into your face good and hard, then reach down and PULL your arms so that your feet disengage from the top turnbuckle and your entire beaten body comes crashing down to the mat with a huge THUD! The crowd’s going wild now!!
I grab you by that magnificent mop of black hair of yours and pull you up into a sitting position. Your body is limp and offers no resistance. Your head wags in your muscled shoulders. Summoning all the energy I can muster, I hoist you up into a sitting position near the level of my shoulder.
“Time for “The Total Package” to meet my knee!” I tell you loudly as I prepare to bring you down in a huge atomic drop!
Soner Dursun:
I am hanging limp like a slab of meat as I slowly come to... even inverted my dick erect leaking and throbbing that tells you and the horny guys watching that I am pretty much done ...you must réalisé to but even though you are in the mood to make sure ...
Even inverted I can see your huge tenting sweat and precum soaked White gear moulding your crotch begging for release it seems...it jerks up and down as you slam your boots into my abs weakening me more.. the ref counts so you end up grinding into my face my moans getting louder as I am being crushed..
You then yank on my body until I come crashing down away from the turnbuckle and you are ready to inflict more punishment ..finally hoisted Up bringing your knee out I know just what you have in mind but I am too weak to offer any resistance....
Wonder Lad:
BOOM!! I let your entire weight help me SLAM your tailbone and pendulous ballsack DIRECTLY onto my knee from 6 feet in the air!! The breath leaves your body and you fall off my knee in a jackknife position to the right. You land on your side, folded in half, convulsing wildly. The crowd’s noise is so loud I can barely hear myself think! And they’re cheering for ME!! WONDER LAD!! Jumping over to where you’re lying, I quickly roll you over onto your back, grab your feet, sit on your sweaty chest facing your Turkish snake, which is still looking at me from over the hem of your trunks, and PULL your legs back over both of us. After what you did to me before, there’s no fucking way I’m putting my pit ANYWHERE near your mouth!
The ref is already in position and brings his hand down on the mat – “ONE!” he yells. Then, “TWO!” I’m grinning from ear to ear. My victory is within reach!!
Soner Dursun:
You quickly drop me onto your outstretched knee from something like 6ft and I feel my tailbone and full ballsac slam HARD onto it..” YIAYEEEEEEE!” the horny studs watching hear a high pitch scream from me as you Atomic Bomb forces me to fall to one side at your right side..
I fold into a fetal position the pain shooting up and down my side and my junk feels damaged …I an convulsing each time my throbbing exposed dick spews a few more globs of precum..
You roll me onto my back and drop over my hairy chest keeping your pits well clear of my head you grab my feet my 10inch dick throbbing half out of my red gear ..you yank my legs up and fold them giving me no way out this time as you go for the pin ..the ref poised and yells out ..ONE..TWO…Iam unable to kick out ..this epic bout taking its toll on me…the ref yells out .THREEEE…many guys around the ring on their feet yelling out your name as you have finally got a huge win ..
Wonder Lad:
Hearing the "THREE!" leave the ref's mouth, I jump up off you and pump my fist in the air. The crowd continues to be wild seeing their white-clad hero defeat "The Total Package!" You lay on the canvas, unmoving, while I ecstatically visit each corner of the ring, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle and raising my hands in triumph to the adulations of the crowd. My engorged cock points like a compass to each section of the arena.
"AND YOUR WINNER - WONNNNNNNNNNDER LAD!" the ring announcer proclaims. Another huge dollop of precum pushes its way out of my cock. At this point, there's virtually nothing left to the imagination as my thin white speedo is totally translucent and is completely glued to my cock, balls, and jet black pubes. Even my ass shows clearly through the back of the sweat-soaked fabric. But no one's complaining!
I jump down from the turnbuckles and trot over to where you're starting to stir. You're an amazing sight: Your body undulating suggestively, your muscles rippling, and your hairy flesh glistening with sweat. Your cockhead still poking out over the top of your trunks and gushing precum out onto your rock-solid abs. The true picture of a conquered MAN. A super hot sexy man that I defeated!! My cock surges at the thought.
I reach down, clasp your hand, and help you up. It's rough, but you get there! Much to your surprise, I hug you close, so close that our wet, stiff packages rub together (which feels DAMMMMMMMMMM good!) and our muscled, sweaty chests do the same. Our nipples, hard as rocks, tease and poke the other man's pecs. Clapping your back, I tell you "EXCELLENT MATCH, my friend!"
Breaking the hug, I raise your hand high in the air, and the audience cheers loudly as the two hot, hung studs show off their gladiator bodies. We're both still hard, though, and the audience is starting to yell for "STAKES! STAKES! STAKES!" They're wanting another kind of beef to be served . . . . .
Soner Dursun:
Still laying prone on the canvas oblivious of your actions once you have been announced as the winner ...you first of all raise your first in the air indicating what this victory means to you...
You then share your elation with the horny studs who pay good money to see this kind of action and to make sure they get a closer view of you ...you climb to the middle rope in each corner and flex giving them a perfect view of your now totally translucent flimsy white speedo ...it sure hides nothing back and front being soaked with your sweat and precum ...
I only start to revive as you move in and start to haul me up...you bring me in close and grind our pecs/nips and crotches together and most of my dick being exposed from my trunks I leak more prejizz over your abs even though I am still feeling groggy...
You doing this and you being a wrestling superhero makes me hopeful that you might spare me of any after match humiliation ..but my heart sinks when I hear some guys yelling out "STAKES..STAKES...STAKES!"
Wonder Lad:
The crowd continues to yell for ‘STAKES!’ while I’m holding up your hand in the middle of the ring. I see a dark cloud cross your handsome face and your shoulders sag a little. I pull you back in to me so that only you can hear what I’m saying: “We’re both horny as hell, I know that. But you don’t deserve to be fucked, let alone in front of an audience of perverted goons like these. I’ll leave it up to you though – if you’d like a little post match relaxation, I’m more than happy to see to it in a more private spot.”
Soner Dursun:
You have my hand raised as the horny studs who pay BIG money to watch the action are yelling for the stakes...
But you lean in and whisper to me in a true superhero gesture offering to spare me the humiliation of taking my ass in the ring ...but knowing we are both turned on after such HOT action .. you suggest that we have put after bout action in private in the locker room..
I just nod but wonder how the fans will respond....
Wonder Lad:
I pat your chest and smile. The mic descends from the ceiling and I reach for it, bringing it in and holding it close to my mouth like a metal dick.
“After discussion with my worthy opponent, we have decided that there will be NO stakes in this match. As the winner of the bout, it’s my decision as the rules clearly state. We’re sorry if that bothers anyone, but Soner and I were the participants in this match, and that is our decision.”
There’s a chorus of boos and cat calls, but neither of us mind. I raise your hand again and whisper “Put your cock away bud! Don’t want that snake on the loose when we leave the ring!”

Published: 2021-07-24, viewed 102 times.