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The Challengers

Tommy Lomburg:

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Rob Hunter:

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The Fight

Tommy Lomburg:
After my devastating loss in the last match, I am too eager for revenge. I KNOW I can beat this punk, I KNOW I WILL beat him. Finally we manage to get our schedules cleared and I head over to your place. purple speedos underneath my gym shorts, not wearing anything else. I head up to the door ... already open. Seems this boy is just as eager as me. I make my way to the basement. I see you. I smirk ... "well .... I guess this is it. Time for some serious ass kicking ..."

Rob Hunter:
It’s been not too long since I defeated this hot Twink in my basement ring. I have to admit, that boy was tougher than expected. But I won’t make the same mistake again and underestimate him. He was eager for revenge and of course I’ll give him another shot. That ass was just too good and I can’t wait to pound him again. As we already know each other I just gave him a date and time, left the front door open and wait in my basement. I stand beside the ring and do some warm up, using the apron to stretch my legs and arms as I suddenly hear your voice behind me. „Oh hey Boy! I didn’t notice you!“ I grin as I look you up and down. „Oh yeah…I’m gonna put him in the ropes again!“ I think to myself and my bulge already starts tenting. „Well…You’re Right! Haven’t had enough yet huh?“ I smile and look down at my signature camouflage jockstraps. Wearing nothing else. „Then let’s get in there!“ I slide into the ring and lean into my corner.

Tommy Lomburg:
I grab the top ropes, pull on them and use the bounce back to flip myself over them. Facing you and smirking ... "I really am looking forward to taking you down this time ... it's long overdue". I slowly circle you as I roll my shoulders and get ready. Watching you intensely. "I know I can beat him ... I know it" ... I keep saying to myself to push myself into it more …

Rob Hunter:
My smile widens as I see you acting confident and pushing myself out of the corner. „We both know those muscles are too much for you!“ I flex my double biceps and let the peaks bounce. I put my arms down and get into a fighting stance. „Then bring it on Boy!“ I start to circle you wide. Then I slowly approach you. Inch by inch, looking for an opening. I rush in and try to pull you into an elbow collar lockup, going to push you back towards the corner.

Tommy Lomburg:
I grunt a little as we lock up ... I know what that body of yours is capable of - if I let you. We lock up tight, and I plant my feet into the canvas, trying to take a stand - literally - against your aggressive start. Leaning into your body to stop your motion, showing what this body is able to do.

Rob Hunter:
Again I am impressed by your strength. We lock up and our pumped shoulders push against each other. Our muscles start to strain and you can manage to keep me from pushing you back. At least not as fast as I expected to, but I quickly change my strategy. I suddenly shift my weight and lean back. I pull on your head, trying to drag you with me as I drop back, going to monkey flip you over me and down on the canvas.

Tommy Lomburg:
leaning hard into you to show you I'm no pushover, halfway succeeding ... until you suddenly pull on me. Too late to react as I am dragged over your body and flipped hard onto the canvas. Landing on my back with a hard moan ... FAWWWKKKKKKK .. I grunt out, arching my back and rolling towards the ropes to pull myself back up fast …

Rob Hunter:
„You’re going down fast huh?“ I grin as I roll back on my knees again and hear the THUD as you land on the canvas. I push myself up, watching you rolling towards the ropes. I follow you instantly, lean down and grab a fistful of your hair. „You’re going nowhere sexy!“ I smile and pull you up, trying to snake your upper body around the ropes and lock your arms over the top rope. I cup your chin, your bulge pressing against the middle rope as I lean back, going to add some pressure on your sculpted muscle body.

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Tommy Lomburg:
OH FAWWWKKKK! I realize that this boy is out to make up for the tough match I gave him last time. Wasting no time, I find myself draped over the ropes, back bent down hard and arched. Not to mention my bulge being squashed against the hard rope. "ahhh shit" I groan out, trying to get my hands on yours to pry them open. Suddenly I'm aware now how hard I am already …

Rob Hunter:
„How’s that boy?“ I grunt behind you as I hear you moan and groan. I look across the room into the mirror on the wall and see your hot ripped body stretched out and WOOF! that bulge of yours is already raging. „You like it huh?“ I smile as I yank you back one last time before I let you bounce forward and release the grip. I slap your hot bubble ass in those Speedos and take one step back. „Come on boy! That’s all you got?“

Tommy Lomburg:
As you release me, the ropes send me up and I stumble off the ropes, dropping down on the floor next to the ring on hands and knees. I shake my head and slowly get back up, standing outside facing you inside. Grunt a little in frustration as I climb back inside the ring ... adjusting my bulge right in front of you. Not smirking anymore. I raise my left arm as I crunch down ... signaling my intent for a test of strength. Getting closer and closer ... until the last moment I charge at you, smashing my shoulder to your midsection …

Rob Hunter:
You drop out of the ring and I smile. „We fight in here!“ I yell and walk up and down in the ring. You slide back in and your face expression gets serious as you offer me a test of strength. You really wanna show off tonight but with my weight advantage I surely accept. I raise my arm to lock up with you „You really think this is the rightUUUGGGHHGHHH!“ you suddenly charge at me and spear your shoulder into my unprotected ab wall. I bend over and grunt a bit, wrapping my arms around your waist to hold you in place, trying to keep you from another attack as my face gets pressed against your lower back.

Tommy Lomburg:
I kick my legs into the canvas, trying to push you backwards. My hands on your legs, preventing you from using them to stop me. Slowly pushing you back, until I suddenly go down on one knee and let your body drop over my shoulder a little bit more, just enough to be able to lift you off the ground. Holding you tight as I stand up, hoisting you up ... "okay boy ... now let's see how you deal with this!" ... I slap your butt hard and drop down on one knee, letting your legs move down on either side and let my knee smash right between them …

Rob Hunter:
You push against me as I keep you in place. You kneel down a bit and as my arms are wrapped around your waist I bend over even more. You suddenly show off the strength that’s hidden in this teen body and you hoist me up, almost upside down, hanging over your shoulder. You pull me back down and I drop with my crotch right on your outstretched knee, slamming it into my ballsack. „ARRRGGGHHH!“ I yell out and stumble back towards the ropes. One hand nursing my jewels, the other hand holding the top rope. „You dirty…“ I grunt as I clench my teeth. I try to focus on you to avoid another attack before my balls stop hurting that much.

Tommy Lomburg:
"Doesn't feel too great, huh?" I grunt as I move towards you and slap your pecs hard as you lean against the ropes. I grab your head by the hair and pull you off the ropes, grab your wrist and slingshot you across the rings into the opposite corner, showing off my power as I shove you into it. Then running after you and jump up, smash you with my hard pecs right into your face …

Rob Hunter:
You approach me again, not giving me too much time to recover. WHAAACK! You slap my pecs and I grunt as you leave a red mark on them. You instantly grab my wrist and fling me into the opposite ropes. I lean in and bounce back as you come running towards me again. You jump up and I see you flying with your hard pecs right towards my face. I can’t get away this quick but I plant my feet into the canvas as you hit my face. UGH! I moan but in the same moment I catch your body with my arms and close them behind your back in a Bearhug. My face gets pressed into your pecs as I squeeze you tight. „You remember that power?“ I grunt as I yank you from side to side.

Tommy Lomburg:
OHHHH FAWWKKKKK ... the pain of your arms smashing into my sides comes rushing back into my mind. I grunt out, grinding my teeth. Feet up in the air as you hold me up. My fists pounding on your back, trying hard to break the bearhug. But with every yank I get pulled back, sending another sliver of sharp pain through my body ... "arghhh .. let me go, fuckerrrrr"

Rob Hunter:
„You want me to let you go?“ I smile as I get you tight and squeeze your teen muscles with my pumped arms. My biceps pressing into your sides and then I go down on one knee. „Maybe you should try your own medicine boy!“ I grunt and release the Bearhug, letting your crotch drop down on my knee.

Tommy Lomburg:
Thanks to the warning, My legs are planted firmly on the mat and I stand in front of you instead of being smashed on your knee. I use the awkward moment as you kneel right in front of me to shove you back, making you land on your back. Quickly go after you and drive an Elbow Drop onto your abs …

Rob Hunter:
I let you drop down but you don’t scream as expected. Instead you stand right in front of me and I can’t react quick enough as you push me on my back. THUD! I plant my elbows on the canvas to crawl away from you but you instantly follow me and UGGGHHH! you drive your elbow into my abs, already taking the second hard hit. I jackknife and roll from side to side, holding my midsection as I slowly try to crawl towards the ropes and get some distance to you.

Tommy Lomburg:
I watch you roll in pain on the canvas ... "Now that is much more like it" I grunt and get up, go after you. As you reach for the ropes, I grab your head and pull you up a little, smashing your body into the ropes. I jump on your back and lock your head up with the ropes, choking you with it in a little Sleeper .... "Not so tough now, huh?" I grunt out ...

Rob Hunter:
You’re at me again as I try to get back on my feet. You grab my head and push my body against the middle rope. I grab the rope but you already jump on my back and wrap your shredded arm around my neck, your baseball biceps digging into my windpipe. „UGGHH FUU FUUUCK!“ I grunt deep and gasp for air. I slowly pivot my legs, trying to get them under my body to squat up and make you lose balance over me.

Tommy Lomburg:
Finally I start to feel like I can get a little bit of an upperhand. Your grunting in my hold feels damn good, and I intend to keep it like that! Can feel your legs squirming around, trying to push your hips up. I let you gain a little traction before hooking my legs with yours and straightening my body out, forcing your back down, trapping you even more on the ropes ... "Yeah ... Look in the mirror straight ahead ... That is you, trapped. Get used to it!"

Rob Hunter:
You’re still choking me on the ropes as I slowly manage to get my legs under me. But you already noticed it and you suddenly straddle my legs with yours, forcing my body to straighten under you and allowing you to gain more control. „Fuuuuckk! Get…ugh…off me!“ I grunt as you crank on the choke. I grab the rope and push it down a bit to lower the pressure on my throat and think about a way to get out of this.

Tommy Lomburg:
I keep the log on for a little longer, then suddenly I bounce down and release you. I stand behind you and pull you back up by your hair, pulling you back harder and locking your head up under my pit, trapping you in a tight dragon sleeper ... "Now that hot body is put on display like that" ... I smirk. Really starting to feel comfortable now in your basement ...

Rob Hunter:
I take in some deep breaths as you finally get off me and I shake my head to get rid of the cobwebs. „You will pay for that!“ I grunt as I feel you’re pulling me back hard and I drop on my ass in front of you. Your arm snakes around my head and the smell of your sweaty pit runs up my nose. „UAHHHHH FUUUUCK!“ I moan loud and wave my arm around. Again I pull on my legs, trying to get them under me so that I can get on my knees.

Tommy Lomburg:
I try hard to keep you down, wanting you to taste the sweat under my pits. Sweating all over already, but I can tell you got some serious power in your body. Much more than you would expect ... Struggling hard to keep you down, hoping the smother will have some effect on you …

Rob Hunter:
I can finally get my knees under my body which makes it easier to hold my balance. My brain is invaded by your sweaty scent and though your holds have already drained some of my energy, the leverage is soon on my side. My right arm grabs your shoulder tight and I push my jock-framed ass into you as I try to shift your weight and let you fall over my back and onto the canvas in front of me and hopefully give me some time to breathe again.

Tommy Lomburg:
I grunt out, trying to hold you down. But I soon realize that the laws of physics don't care about that, and a moment later you overpower me and flip me over your body, making me land on my back. "AARGHHHHHH" I grunt out, arching my back up and roll to the side, trying to reach the ropes. I lean against them and take a deep breath, watching you do the same ....

Rob Hunter:
The THUD as you land on the canvas instantly gives me a feeling of relief. I knew you’re fast but I got the weight advantage on my side. I straighten up my body again and slowly push myself up on my feet. My chest is heaving and I nurse my neck which already took some tight squeezing. I stumble over to you as you lean against the ropes. „Already tired?“ I tease you and grab a fistful of your hair. I yank you up and grab your head with both hands, guiding you over to the nearest turnbuckle as I’m going to slam your head right into it.

Tommy Lomburg:
I try to take a deep breath and shake the slam out of my head, but you are so damn quick. Pulling me up fast and hard, giving me no chance to react or defend. And a moment later my face is smashed into the turnbuckle, making me a little dizzy from the impact, as I stumble back a little disoriented ... "ahhh fawwkkkkkkk"

Rob Hunter:
I see you stumbling back after your head connected hard with the turnbuckle. „I‘m here!“ I yell out as I notice how disoriented you are, trying to lure you facing me. I lean into the ropes and hold myself up as I throw my massive quads towards your head and catch you between my steel thighs. I pull my upper body over the top rope and let myself hang down on the other side to pull your throat hard against the rope while I squeeze you between my quads.

Tommy Lomburg:
I try to get back into the match fast, looking for you, hoping you are taking your time ... maybe a little flexing or some smirky, cocky remark. But as soon as I face you again, I feel your quads wrapped around my neck. Pulling me in the corner as you let yourself hang over the ropes. Grunting out hard as my throat is being smashed into the top rope, pulling me down with all your weight. I desperately try to pry your legs open to get some air in, but FAWWKKKKKKK!!!!

Rob Hunter:
„What’s wrong Tommy?“ I grunt as I hang over the ropes and choke you with my massive legs. „How do I look?“ I tease you to look into the mirror on the wall as I grab the middle rope with one hand, twist my upper body just enough to face the mirror too and flex my biceps as I hang upside down. „I told you I’m too much for you!“ I mumble and admire the view in the mirror as I got you trapped once again.

Tommy Lomburg:
My hands tear and push on your legs, but nothing moves. Can hear your taunts, but no chance to reply in this position. My hands reach back to your ankles, try to push it off, but again ... no chance. Starting to panic a little as my oxygen is running a bit low. So in desperation, as I realize I can't break open the hold, I push my legs through the ropes and try to scissor your waist, locking up your arms too. My neck being pushed down even more, and I know this could be a suicide mission, but it's pretty much the only idea I have right now. Hoping it will be enough for you to open your legs …

Rob Hunter:
I’m busy flexing into the mirror and watching how you desperately try to pry my legs open. But no chance. I got them locked tight and it’s just a matter of time until you are too weak to fight back anymore. But I don’t notice as your legs come up behind me and then snaking around my upper body, also trapping my arms and I can’t hold myself on the ropes. Only my legs around your neck hold me up and I know I need to hold on tight or I will fall down. Though I can’t squeeze as tight as before I at least try to manage to hold myself in this position, hoping your energy will be drained fast enough.

Tommy Lomburg:
I manage to catch your arms and upper body, but it doesn't feel like it accomplished anything or made my situation any better. Still hanging with my throat pressed hard into the ropes, and even though I feel a little less pressure on my neck, I still can barely breathe. Still no chance to pry your quads open. As I feel my vision is starting to get dizzy again, I move my hands off your legs and start to smash my fists into your side ... left and right as best as I can …

Rob Hunter:
We both are struggling hard as we scissor each other around the ropes. I only got my legs to hold myself up and your quads squeezing my body with all power. „UFFFF“ I grunt and moan as I try to get you weak. But then your fists come flying into my sides. „UFFFF! UFFFF!“ With each hit my legs open up a bit more around your neck as I desperately try to find enough hold but also my feet slowly slide off and can’t support the scissor anymore. „Fuck…“ I think to myself as I squirm and try to hold my balance.

Tommy Lomburg:
I keep pounding your body in pure desperation, until I finally see one of your legs sliding a little, giving me just enough space to FINALLY get a little air in. I lean back, letting my throat separate a little. I move one hand up, holding your leg up until I finally manage to wiggle my head out. I stop with the punches and reach up, grabbing your ankles with my hands and lean back, making sure the back of your knees are hanging over the top rope. My scissors are still on ... and I finally am able to catch my breath …

Rob Hunter:
You keep on throwing punches into my sides and you can escape my scissor. You grab my ankles and I can’t do much as your legs are scissoring me tight. You hold my legs and lean back, stretching me out as I hang upside down over the rope, forced to look right into the mirror as you suddenly gain back control. „ARGGGHHH FUUUUCK!“

Tommy Lomburg:
"didn't think that was gonna happen, huh?" I groan out with a visibly exhausted voice. But all that matters right now is that I got you trapped on the ropes, giving me a chance to catch my breath and regain some strength after that admittingly brutal attack that got me close to being choked out …

Rob Hunter:
The blood is running into my head as you keep on squeezing me upside down. I squirm my whole body and try to kick my legs out of your grip. My face is grimacing and I clench my teeth from the power I need to pull out to even move. „Let…meee…gooo!“ I yell deep as the sweat is running down my face.

Tommy Lomburg:
"well... well ... can't handle me, huh?" I grunt out and pull myself up enough so I can lock your ankles under my pits. Finally release your upper body and pull my legs back inside the ring, standing up and pulling on your legs, pushing them down until I can lock your ankles behind the middle rope, properly trapping you upside down in the ropes. I release you completely and take a step back, admiring the position you basically put yourself in …

Rob Hunter:
I feel you holding tight on my ankles as you pull yourself up more and lock my legs under your pits and secure them there. I gasp in deep as you release the scissor and get back on your feet. You lock my ankles behind the middle rope and leave me hanging over the top rope. I take in some deep breaths and crunch my core. My ab wall is getting rock hard and I grab the top rope with both hands as I pull my upper body up, trying to get in a sitting position on the top rope and hold myself there to locate you again and being able to react to your attacks.

Tommy Lomburg:
As you pull yourself up, you see me - standing on the turnbuckle, just about to jump up and drop a massive smash with my feet onto your flexed up upper body, hoping to knock the wind out of you a little more ...

Rob Hunter:
I get straight back up and sit on the top rope. I look around and locate you. But you’re nowhere in the ring. In the corner of my eye I suddenly see you standing on the turnbuckle and I can’t move anywhere but let myself fall backwards. Your legs still hit my pecs, luckily not with full force but I lose my balance and fall over the ropes and hit the apron as I fall out of the ring. „UGHHH FUU FUUCK!“ I grunt deep as I land on the matted floor, rolling on all four and gasping deep. I’m getting furious as this Twink dominated me again. But just for a while. And I’m determined to get back into the match. I grit my teeth and grunt as I pull myself up on the apron. My bulge is tenting like crazy.

Tommy Lomburg:
I know I gotta act fast, I know I need to keep an advantage. My drop kick didn't land as well as I had hoped, but still enough to get you a bit more winded. Can see that you are starting to get a little frustrated, shows me I am on the right track. Both of us outside the ring now, I stand just as you are pulling yourself up. Manage to get to you a little faster and trap your head between my legs. Reach over your back to your trunks, pull on them hard and lift your legs up, setting up a DDT - showing once again what that "twink" body can do!

Rob Hunter:
You land beside me outside the ring and get up on your feet right before me. I can feel you grabbing my head and shoveling it between your quads. I know what you are about to do as you reach for the waistband of my jockstraps. I need to do something and just as you’re about to pull my legs up I push my weight against you trying a hard takedown to put you on your back so I can quickly mount your body and slide up to your head, placing my throbbing bulge right on your face in a schoolboy pin.

Tommy Lomburg:
I grab your waistband, and as your legs start to lift up, I think I actually manage to pull it off - only a second later I lay on my back with your impossible hard bulge smashing into my face. arms locked down ... fuck .... FUCKKKK!!! I moan out, for all the wrong reasons as I start to kick up my legs and try to get out of his humiliating hold. But feeling your hard cock sure lets mine harden up fast …

Rob Hunter:
Luckily I could manage to get you under me. I rub the wet fabrics of my bulge into your face and over your lips. „Have a taste boy! You’ll suck that cock before I impale your ass again!“ I quickly hit a double biceps pose over you, showing off my muscles to the mirror in front of me before I reach back with one hand, my fingers claw into your hard bulge as I make you scream a bit before I’m going to end this match properly. „HOW‘S THAT BOY???“ I yell and totally enjoy this hot Twink laying under my hot crotch.

Tommy Lomburg:
Not liking at ALL how this is going. I mean ... technically not hating having a hard cock in my face, but damn ... not like that! I grunt out hard. Bucking up more and more until you start to claw it, making it impossible to bounce under you ... "ahhh you fawwkkkkrrrrrr" I moan out under you, muffled moans and groans come out. By now, my cock is rock hard and leaking …

Rob Hunter:
I can feel your cock raging in my hand and the pre is already leaking through your Speedos. „I know you like that Tommy. Time to finish this!“ I squeeze your jewels one more time before I grab your head with both hands and pull your face deep into my oozing bulge. „See! I got a good load for you!“ I grin evil and suddenly stand up again. Pulling you up with me, building up some speed and throwing you back into the ring under the bottom rope.

I instantly follow you and roll into the ring. I push myself on my knees and then back on my feet, getting into a fighting stance and wave towards you. „Come on, boy!“

Tommy Lomburg:
I grunt and groan as you shove me in the ring. My body drenched in sweat and now, thanks to your little action, my face is now covered in your precum. Not the place where I want to be. I get back up too, hands on knees ... stare at you. Way too smirky already ... "I'm not your boy" I moan out and raise up, roll my shoulders and move towards you, ready for the lock up

Rob Hunter:
„Oh you will be soon!“ I smirk as I see your determined look on your face. You come closer and I’m focused on your moves. I rush in as we’re close and we lock up again. But this time it was way more sweaty as before and we’re both breathing very hard. I push against you. Also my power is drained, not completely but I’m not as strong as before. I place my hands on the back of your head, trying to pull you closer, I swivel my body and wrap my arm around your neck, going to put you in a tight side headlock, pressing your face against my hard sweaty pecs.

Tommy Lomburg:
Trying to avoid that from happening, but my face ends up against your sweaty pecs. Can't believe you managed to power me out again, starting to get really frustrated about your constant power displays. Determined not to let it get to me though any more, I swing my elbow into your midsection a few times until I have enough space to get my head out, but hold on to your arm and start to twist it up by your wrist ...

Rob Hunter:
I got you locked up tight but you got a lot of fight in you. And once again you proof it as you start hammering your fists into my sides which already get a bit sore from the earlier poundings. I grunt but I’m not able to hold your head any longer and you slip out. You hold onto my arm and start twisting it up. „ARGGGHHH!“ I yell out and squirm, trying to ease the pressure a bit as I kneel down behind you. I grab the waistband of your speedo with my free hand, trying to give you a wedgie and hopefully letting my arm go.

Tommy Lomburg:
I grunt out as you try to give me a wedgie .. "Yeah, I know you want my cock ... don't worry, you will get it soon enough" I grunt back and keep twisting your wrist with both arms until I can get it into a hammer lock. Hold it with one arm, the other around your chin. Pull back and let myself fall back. Raise my knee at the same time and spear it deep into your back …

Rob Hunter:
You’re not letting go of my wrist and as you twist around me, pulling my arm into a Hammerlock, my fingers are hooked in your Speedos and I pull them off just a little bit but one second later you cup my chin and before I can do anything you drop back, I lose balance and my back slams right into your knees. „ARRRGGHHH!“ I scream and arch my back as I writhe on the canvas. My body bridging up as I get blinded by the spotlights and I nurse my spine with one hand. „You little…“

Tommy Lomburg:
I'm sweating hard, breathing hard .. everything hurts. But I gotta beat you, I cannot let you beat me a second time. I grunt hard and shove you off me until you roll onto your chest, rubbing your back. I waste no time and step on your legs, putting my feet on the back of your knees, locking your feet inside my knees. A few well placed stabs to your side until I can reach your wrists and I set up the surfboard

Rob Hunter:
I thrash and writhe on the canvas as I roll up on my stomach, still nursing my back. I try to crawl away towards the ropes and get away from you but I suddenly feel your feet on the back of my knees, locking mine around your shins. You stab my sides and catch my wrists as you pull them back. I start to panic and squirm my whole body as good as I can, pulling on my arms what makes the veins pop out on my neck. „HNNNGGHH FUUUUCK!“ I grunt into the canvas as I try to get you off balance over me.

Tommy Lomburg:
It takes me a few tries, but finally I manage to get past your leverage point and manage to get down on my ass, pull your upper body up and set up the surfboard hold. pull back hard on your arms ... "OH YEAHHHH ... that's it boy ... that how it should ... you screaming in pain for me!" ... and with that I pull back harder on your arms …

Rob Hunter:
I try everything I can but I can barely move in your hold and I can feel how you’re trying to get my muscled body off the canvas. And after a few attempts I feel my body getting lifted up…then my bulge…and suddenly I find myself trapped over you. My body is under huge pressure and my jock-framed ass is right over you. My ripped chest stretched out and on full display. I scream out in pain as you bend me over in your surfboard. My arms waving around in desperation and my head reddens more and more.

Tommy Lomburg:
"FUCKKK YEAAAAHHHHHHH!" I yell out as I manage to lift you up, holding your jock body up over my own body. I know I cannot keep this up for long, but every second is pure heaven to see you trapped like that. Your jock body on full display, and even though we are alone here, the mirrors on the wall show just enough to let me keep you up.

Straigthen my legs through keeping even more pressure on your joints, letting you yell out in pain more and more …

Rob Hunter:
The pain increases constantly as you straighten your legs through and I’m sucking on my last bit of energy that’s left in me. I’m screaming through my basement, my body in pain, soaring over this ripped twink. My body feels like fire and my limbs start twitching uncontrollably. I clench my teeth, holding back the words with all force as the sweat drips down my face and onto you.

Tommy Lomburg:
I pull down on your arms more and more, forcing you to lower your shoulders, taking out the tension on your back more and more. Forcing you to arch it up as I spread your legs too, giving me a little more stability - and a whole lot more pain for you ... "Didn't count on my legs to be this powerful, huh?" I grunt out. Release your arms and move my hand on your chin, pulling your head down, making you look into my eyes ... "You're done boy ... SAY IT!"

Rob Hunter:
You got me under your full control. My body stretched back hard. My back feels like it’s close to the breaking point. But it gets worse. You let go of my arms and they drop down right beside your head. Your hands cup my chin and you pull me down further, so I’m almost in an upside down position. The blood is rushing into my head and though my vision is blurry I can see the silhouette of us both in the mirror. I know this is not looking good for me and I hear you demanding me to submit. The view in the mirror, the pain in my back and your cocky trash talk are just too much. „Pl…please…I sub…I submit…“

Tommy Lomburg:
"Fuck yeah ... that's right! I fuckin beat you!!" I grunt out hard and roll to the side, shoving you off me and releasing you. I stay down on my back and take a deep breath ... fuck yeah ... I DID IT!!! I roll up and get on my knees, watching you roll in pain on the canvas. I raise my arms and kiss both my biceps. My cock ROCK HARD …

Rob Hunter:
You roll us to the side and I grunt and cough on the canvas. Defeated by this boy. I’m coated in sweat and roll on my back, breathing hard as I hear you celebrating your victory. My cock is pumping hard inside the jocks. Pre cum is oozing out of it. And I can’t believe you beat me in my own ring.

Tommy Lomburg:
I get up and adjust my wet bulge. I put one foot on your chest and double flex over you ... "Come on, say it boy ... say it. Who beat you, huh? WHO?!"

Rob Hunter:
I grimace my face and blink with my eyes as I look up, getting blinded by the spotlights, but I see you flexing your sculpted teen body over me. My cock starts twitching inside my jocks. „Yeah. You just got lucky…“ I mumble as you’re teasing me with my loss.

Tommy Lomburg:
I slide my foot down over your pecs and abs, down to your hard bulge. Pressing down .. "No, this time it went how it should have ended last time ... YOU were lucky, loser!" Kissing my biceps as I press down on your bulge, feeling how hard it is ... "You fucking love how I owned you, your cock is saying it all!"

Rob Hunter:
I slightly squirm my body under you as your foot slides down my sweaty skin until it reaches my bulge. I let out a loud moan as you press down on it, my balls still a bit battered from the match. You keep on teasing me as you flex your baseball biceps over me. „Yeah sure…boy…“ I grunt very quietly and slowly try to slide out from under you as you are busy with flexing over me.

Tommy Lomburg:
"Awww ... where are you going, boy? The fun is just about to start" ... with every second I see your sweaty, defeated body under me, the harder I get and the hornier I get. Grunting a little and leaning down, reaching for your ankles and pulling them up. Smirking hard as I lock your ankles under my pits - then I step over your body and roll you into a boston crab …

Rob Hunter:
I crawl a bit backwards but it seems like you’re not done yet. My eyes go wide as you instantly follow me and reach for my ankles. You yank my legs up and lock them under your pits. „Fuck fuck fuck…no no…“ I grunt hectically and slap my hands on the canvas as you roll my muscles body over in a Boston Crab. My back already damaged from your holds as you know go for another assault. „ARRRGGGHHHH FUUUUCK!!!“ I scream and hammer my fists on the canvas under you.

Tommy Lomburg:
I am not letting go of your legs, I need to show you that there is one only alpha here in this room tonight, and it ain't you. Not tonight. I hear you groan, and can tell you are in pain. But it's not over. One last step to seal the deal. I lean up and go lower, pressing my shin on your neck ... "Beg for my cock, bitch!"

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Rob Hunter:
You don’t let me go as I scream out in pain. My back is on fire and then I suddenly feel your knee coming down on my neck. My eyes go wide and you roll me back into a package, my hard throbbing bulge on full display. I was so sure to pound your bubble ass again. But now you choke me with your knee, my head turns red and I gasp in panic as you cut off my air supply. „HHGGGHH PL…PLEA…PLEASE…“

Tommy Lomburg:
"Come on, you can do better than that ... say it, say what you really want" ... I hiss at, loving it more with every second to have in full control …

Rob Hunter:
You seem to be relentless and not showing any mercy as you keep on choking me with your knee. You want me to beg. And I don’t have much choice or my lights will go out. I clench my teeth and the veins on my temples pop out. „Fuu…fuck…me…“ I grunt as I submit to you…again…

Tommy Lomburg:
I smirk and lean up a little, step back. But still not releasing you. Instead, I kneel between your legs, still held up with one arm. My other arm rubs over your rock hard bulge. Tapping on it to get your reaction ... "That's right ... I fuckin own you tonight ... your ass and balls are mine tonight!" ... A few more taps and I grab your camo jockstrap, tearing it off your ass ... and releasing you to lay naked in your own ring, in your own basement

Rob Hunter:
I gasp in deep and suck in the air as if my life would depend on it. And though I already said the humiliating words you’re not finished with me. You still hold my legs up and start tapping my rock hard bulge. It already feels like my rod would tear apart the fabrics and I moan deep with every slap. „Ungh…ungh…ungh…“ and right as the tension on my cock reached its peak you pull off my Jockstraps and my vein-covered shaft flops out and stands straight up like a steel bar. „Fuckkkk…“ I grunt into the mats as you keep on humiliating me in my own ring.

Tommy Lomburg:
I finally release you and stand up, pull my trunks down, standing naked over you. My cock rock hard and leaking, dripping spots all over you. I kneel down behind you, grab your hip and prop them up, making you arch your back. Your face and chest down on the sweat covered canvas. I start to slide my wet cock between your tight ass cheek ... "I think your ass is really hungry for my cock ..." I say as I slap your cheeks hard ...

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Rob Hunter:
I lay down on the canvas. My bare bubble ass twitching uncontrollably as you stand over me and pull down your speedos. I can only see you in the mirror as I turn my face off the canvas. Your hard cock flops out and I gulp as I see that thick rod standing straight up. „Fuck…“ I grunt again as I see you coming down, prop my ass up and you can see my smooth pucker appearing between my ass cheeks. I flex my ass eventually as you start slapping your meat against my sweaty asscrack.

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Tommy Lomburg:
I grab my cock and slap my hard stinger onto your hole ... "better be ready for it!" I grunt out and line my cock up, pressing the tip into your hole. My whole body drenched in sweat, dripping down on you. I push my cock in deeper and deeper, inch by inch. Finally lean forward and grab your head, pulling it back. Forcing you to watch yourself in the mirror as you get fucked. Before I start my fuckride, I shove my wet, cum and sweat soaked trunks into your mouth as you moan out from the hard pullback ... "This stays in until I'm done with you!" I bark at you, place both hands on your hips and start to pound your tight ass …

Rob Hunter:
Your cock slaps on my hole just before I suddenly feel your thick cockhead pressing against my tight spincter. I clench and make it pucker. Resisting you for a while but you push in harder and harder and I got no chance as you suddenly pop my hole up and slide that hard cock down my fuck canal. My head yanked back, you stuff my mouth with your musky speedos as I yell out in pain and pleasure but my moans are muffled now as you start pounding my muscle ass.

Tommy Lomburg:
I start to grab your hips firmly and slam my cock into you, harder and faster with every second. I can see in your face how much you dont want to be in the position, urging me on to make this last as long as I can. Watching you in mirror trying to take my hard cock makes all the pain for it .. just for this moment it was all worth it. I grunt out in pleasure ... "oh fuck yeah, your ass is so good and so tight ... mmmmmmhh yeahhhh"

Rob Hunter:
I won’t forget those pictures and I’m sure they will haunt me for some time. Your thick cock slamming deep into my ass, pounding my prostate like a punching ball and with every hit a bit of cum spurts out of my piss slit and lands on the canvas. My balls are fully loaded and the pleasure invaded my mind. „HMMPFFFUUCKK“ I moan through your speedos and with every thrust my hard cock slaps up against my abs and then down on the canvas, stimulating my cockhead like crazy. I clench and tighten my butt every time you slide back, sucking on your cock like a vacuum.

Tommy Lomburg:
I keep pounding you hard, smalling my cock deep inside. Reach for your head and pull it back, making you lean up. Your back on my pecs, arm around your neck. Your hole gets tighter, bringing me closer to cumming. I groan out behind you ... "gonna seed you now, making your defeat official ..." I whisper in your ear and a with a few more smashes, I start to cum hard into you

Rob Hunter:
You reach for my head and start pulling me straight up in front of you. My ass cheeks flex around your shaft as if they would try to squeeze your cock soft. But instead it swells up even more and I know you’re close to breeding my muscle butt. I look into the mirror. My mouth stuffed with your speedos, my sweaty body on full display as you pound me in the sleeper. I feel your biceps on my throat and my cock flops up and down and as I feel you shooting your hot cum into my ass and flooding my guts with it my own cum shoots several ropes of my thick white juice up into the air without even touching.

My body collapses in your hold and my arms hang down at the sides.

Tommy Lomburg:
It takes a while for me to calm down after this massive cum shot, seeding you deep and hard. So much, it leaks out of your hole. I grunt behind you as I sit on my own legs, my cock still impaled deep inside you. I grunt behind you ... "fuck man .. that was awesome", biting your neck a little ... "can't wait for next time to pound your ass". I finally pull my cock out and pull you up with me, slide my arm under your body and hoist you up ... "time to get clean ... and get ready to claim my prize .. again ..." I say and walk us out of the ring and your basement ...

And yeah ... a picture to remember this is included ....

To be continued...

Published: 2022-09-17, viewed 270 times.