BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

From WAR MACHINE to FUCK MACHINE

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26 yo - 33 yo

6'0 - 6'0

247 lbs - 196 lbs

8" cock - 7" cock

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
It has been a while since that last match I had with The Hunter, but it still feels like it just happened. Because how could I even try to forget this? I'm staring at the mirror in my locker room, probably for minutes, without moving an inch. I see my own green-brown eyes and the anger and rage within. "This shouldn't have happened.." I kept repeating in my head every time I analyzed that match again. But it's useless. It did happen, and it feels like shit. My focus breaks as I feel how I am squeezing my hand too damn hard. I need to focus on opening up my fist as the anger is struck all in there. I focus back on my own eyes. I begin to scan down my own body. I can see how my chest looks solid and pumped, more prominent than ever. My veiny arms, hanging to my sides as they expose solid cannonballs already, my tight black squares, showing off all the shapes in there, and then down to my big tree trunk legs that end in my favorite long black boots.

It's the same arena where we met before. I wanted this and nothing else. This place tonight will be all about revenge. Massive revenge. Of course, it's sold out, as there was a massive marketing campaign about this match. You know that when you can hear the shouts and noise from the arena. They tell me that it's time to go. I follow, and my anthem is already playing and leading me. The fireworks burst, my video plays behind me, and I strut concentrated towards the ring.

I give hands to the fans on the front row, strut up the metal stairs and slide myself between the ropes. The sound overwhelms me towards the corner, where I climb and flex my improved body for this crowd. It feels good to be back.

Rob_Hunter:
I'm not sure if I am batshit crazy or simply a masochist. The fact that I defeated Mike in our first 1v1 match doesn't calm me as I sit backstage in my locker room. I stare at the clock for minutes. My mind is pretty much empty...the only thing I am focused on tonight is Mike. I know he is out for revenge; who could blame him since he already cummed twice in my hands. But I know I can take him down. And I'm planning to extend my winning streak against him tonight.

You made your entrance, and I am standing right behind the curtain. Pumped and ready. I close my eyes and take in some deep breaths. The crowd goes silent again as suddenly my anthem starts playing. I step through the curtain, and the camera catches me instantly, streaming my face all over the Jumbotron. I look up and soak up the crowd's roaring as I stand in the entrance; solid as never before, I flex for the masses.

I strut down the aisle and high-5 some of my fans before I jog towards the ring, and with one giant leap, I JUMP up onto the apron. I grab the top rope with both hands before I LAUNCH myself up over the top rope and land on the canvas with a loud THUD! My thick muscles are slightly sweaty, and my camouflage Speedos perfectly shape my ass and package. Black booth and white knee pads complete the outfit. I lean back into the corner, grinning at you but not saying a word. I try to look calm as I wait for the announcer to declare the rules.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Your introduction awakens the crowd even more. Most of them are loyal fans, but there are some newcomers too. Some were shocked to see my defeat by you and want to see it again; some expect a massive revenge beatdown after your last win. I'm back in the ring as you enter, and I focus on myself. Until you are there in the opposite corner, just grinning at me. It makes my blood boil badly, but I keep the focus and know this will all be turned into energy later. The ref goes over the rules. They are about the same as last time. KO is possible everywhere. This time there are no rules about sexual stakes after. I roll my head on my neck and stretch out my arms and quads.

I begin to step forward, and the ref is moving away. I wait for you to come up and offer my hand for a fist bump. Then I get in position, legs bent and my arms up as guard as I'm ready for another big rumble.

Rob_Hunter:
The rules are clear, and I nod toward the ref in agreement. I shake out my arms, loosen up my muscles, and jump on my toes as the bell rings and opens this fight. DING DING! I instantly get into a fighting stance. My palms are sweaty, but my face looks calm and ready to give you another beating. We fist bump before I pull my arms up in a fighting stance, slowly circling you, trying to keep some distance from you. I look you up and down, scanning your body and trying to find an opening. We're both careful, not wanting to make a mistake. I wiggle my fingers and then lunge towards you, arms up, going to get you in a lockup to get this fight going. I grunt deeply, showing off my power from the beginning as I try to maneuver you closer toward the ropes.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
We both start pretty slow while checking out the other. Until you come up for a lockup, you try to push me back, but I don't allow that to happen. I use my weight advantage and drive you backward until your back hits the ropes. I try to keep you there, struggling against the ropes, and then I try to loosen myself from the hold and throw my forearm up from below to hit your face. Followed by that, I attempt to send a fast spinning kick into your core to keep you in the ropes just a little longer.

Rob_Hunter:
You successfully outmuscle me as we're both struggling against each other in the lockup. Our sweaty bodies rub and flex into one another as I suddenly feel the ropes on my back. I know I'm trapped as you instantly throw your arm up, hitting my face with an uppercut. "UGGHHH! "my head snaps back, and my arms hang over the rope to hold me up as you follow it up with a spinning kick into my ab wall. "UFFFFFF!" I try to bend over, but my arms hold me up, and I cough a bit. I shake my head and push myself out of the ropes, roaring like a wild animal as I go for a full-body tackle, trying to get you off balance.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My first combo seems to hit you well already, making me more confident at this point. I step back while you are holding your core and coughing some. You begin to push yourself off the ropes, and I prepare myself for you, my heels digging deep into the canvas. I keep stepping back to make the distance with the ropes behind me smaller, looking at the position of your arms. At the last moment, I push myself off the ropes to bounce back at you and try to make the impact negligible as we clash. Your bodyweight slams into my chest, which results in a loud thud. My hand locks around your wrist as the other pushes your shoulder back to get some distance again. I try to bounce myself back once more, and with all the power I have and the spinning force I can bring up from this position, I try to hit you with a solid lariat as my forearm slams into your upper chest.

Rob_Hunter:
I charge toward you like a wild bull, and instead of attempting to avoid the impact, you counter it with a Body Splash of your own. It's like two forces clashing against each other, and you can even hear the SLAP echoing through the arena as our thick pecs collide. "UGGGHHH!" I grunt as the impact shakes my whole body, making me tremble and stunned for a second. Enough for you to grab my wrist, build up some distance between us and SLAM your pumped arm across my pecs, sending me straight down onto the canvas with a brutal Lariat. THUD! The crowd gasps as I am stunned on the mats, shaking my head, and slowly crawling back towards the ropes.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The canvas is shaking under my feet as you hit it with a hard thud. I keep walking around in the ring while you begin to crawl toward the ropes and start to get back up. I shrug my shoulders and roll my neck more as the power builds up in my body. The crowd is cheering and singing loudly. When you are almost back to your feet, I turn towards you and deliver a soft European Uppercut to your chin. Just enough to keep you stumbling on your legs as I quickly put my hands on your neck. I take a deep breath and lock my fingers tight around your skin. Let a deep groan from all the power I'm building lift you off your feet and, with a giant swing, throw your entire body toward the opposite side of the ring.

Rob_Hunter:
I'm just about trying to escape you, but after this strong start, you don't seem to let me get much time to regroup…and I'm not surprised about it. But anyhow, you're right back at me after I pushed myself back up, and your fast uppercut stuns me again. "UFFF! "The impact wasn't too hard, but it gives you enough time to prepare for your next attack. You lock your hands around my head, and with your beastly power, you lift me off the canvas and throw me like a ragdoll across the ring. I can only use my arms and legs to lower the impact as I crash down on the mats again. THUD! My body flops around, and I end up close to the corner. I grunt profoundly and shake my head to get rid of the cobwebs as I roll closer to the corner, trying to keep my distance from you as my chest is heaving and my eyes focus back on you.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
I keep walking around the ring, still focusing on myself. You grunt from the opposite corner, and the noise boosts me even more. I stop in the corner and recheck my boots. I lift my leg and clean the sole of my boot. Now I focus back on you. In the corner, shaking out your head. I keep myself quiet for a second longer and then push myself up, flying out of the corner. Increasing the speed in your direction, at the last moment, I push myself up on my left leg while the right one raises high, aiming to slam my boot hard into your face.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd is going wild already as you strut around and put on a show for them. My vision slowly gets clearer with every moment, and I see you getting ready for your next attack as you clean the sole of your boots. Just a second after you charge toward me, your massive body comes barreling, and I can sense what you're about to do…and I was right. You raise your leg and aim your heel right into my face, I need to react, and at the last moment, I let my body drop to the side and let you run into the turnbuckle. I use the momentum, raise my arm between your legs and pull you back to get you off balance, roll you around until you're back on your knees, and I am right there for the counter as I throw my leg up, aiming a solid kick right into your face to get you stunned and take the wind out of you for a moment.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
I'm at full speed, feeling unstoppable. My leg is raised, but suddenly my eyebrows do too. My kick misses at the last moment, and my chest bounces hard into the turnbuckle. I stagger back, and then your arm gets hooked between my legs. I struggle to reach forward for the ropes again, but they are already too far away. I make a full roll and end back on my knees. Not having a second to do something, your foot is already flying toward my face. It connects hard with my jaw, and I fall to my back. I'm staring at the ceiling for a moment as my eyes try to get back together. I roll away, looking for the ropes to help me up.

Rob_Hunter:
You drop back and look up into the ceiling, and the crowd starts roaring as my counter hits successfully, and you're stunned for a moment. I soak up the cheering, but I am still focused on you as you try to escape to the ropes. But I don't intend to give you too much time to recover, and I paw my heels on the canvas, ready to attack like a wild bull running after a muleta, and I charge towards you, raising my leg and aiming a nasty knee strike right into your temple to get you stunned in the ropes.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The ropes are helping me to get up to my knees already, but as I want to step up to my feet, I hear the sound of fast footsteps running over the canvas. I know what this means, so in a reflex, I bring my arms in front of my head to protect it. Right in time, as you crash your knee hard into me, my body weight shifts and makes me fall through the ropes. I fall out of the ring and keep on rolling away. I end at the barricades, where the fans cheer for me to get up. I shake out my arm and head and push myself up. Spread my arms wide, looking at you in the ring. Showing I am still standing. By putting on a grin and stepping back toward the ring, I am more than ready to handle you too.

Rob_Hunter:
My knee connects with your body, and though the impact wasn't exactly how I expected, it was still hard enough to send you flying out of the ring. My eyes follow you as you push yourself up toward the barricades. It's hard to say who the crowd is cheering for, but they're anticipating this battle with sheer excitement. As you get closer to the ring again, I walk along the ropes like a lion in a cage, looking at you like you're just prey. "Come on, Mike… we're just getting started! "I bark toward you and know attacking you now would be stupid. I back away into the corner and hop on the turnbuckle, laying my body out on the top rope, looking at you, knowing you hate my cocky behavior as I show off for the crowd.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The intense start we both delivered has slowed down as we both act cocky against each other. You just lay there, as if nothing could harm you. It pisses me off, but I climb the stairs again on the opposite side of the ring and hype the crowd up with bigger flexes for them. I slide back through the ropes and walk to the middle of the ring. I stand, looking at you hanging there. I put my hands behind my head and expose my solid torso. "Tired already?" I tease you badly now.

Rob_Hunter:
You get back into the ring surrounded by the crowd's cheering and my eyes follow you as you flex those thick wrestler muscles. You're in the center of the ring and my face looks calm, not showing any signs of exhaustion. You're one of my biggest rivals and I know fighting you is not only a game of power...but also a game of mind. "Oh, do I look tired?" I jump off the ropes and land on my feet. THUD! The crowd in anticipation as the heat between us is rising...you could cut the atmosphere with a knife as I slowly approach you. I glare into your eyes...I don't even blink...and my face slowly turns into an angry grimace, impossible to hide my emotions as we're standing face to face. Chest to chest. "Do I look TIRED?" I scream and suddenly burst out some power as I reach down, my hands at the back of your knees, trying to get momentum and knock you on your back with a surprising takedown.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The tension got high as we only tried to impress and intimidate the other. I hate that cocky grin on your face but I match it with one of my own. And there you come up against me, chest to chest. My pecs are much bigger and I use the size advantage to show them off for the crowd. Suddenly you scream out and take me down by lifting my knees. I put my hands quickly on your hands, keep us close to get a minimal potential strike reach for you and so we both fall, you on top of me as I land on my back. I keep my hands solid on your upper body and yank you even closer toward me, reaching for your arm and your head. I swing my legs up and wrap them around your torso, squeezing as I keep pulling you close. I put my hand on the back of your head trying to get your skull between my knees as they vice up together. 'You do look tired!" I grunt while applying this solid triangle choke on you

Rob_Hunter:
My attempt to take you down on the canvas was successful and the ring shakes under a loud THUD as your back hits the mats. But you wouldn't be the War Machine if that would stop you from fighting back. And so you react quickly, pulling my arm towards you as your legs wrap around my arm and neck as you keep me in place and apply a nasty Triangle Choke. "FUUUCK!" I yell out as I realize I need to do something. As you pull on my arm, I'm on one knee and one foot. I grunt deeply and then reach around to grab your wrist and hold onto it. Luckily it's still early in the match and I still have enough power left. And in this position I know I can get good leverage. I try to keep us close to get me as much balance as possible. And then I plant my heels firmly on the canvas, shift my weight back and pull on your upper body as I ROAR out loud, summoning my strength to hoist your meaty muscle body up, and just as I reach the limit I SLAM you back down onto the canvas, hoping it will be enough impact to escape your Choke.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My shoulders are pressing hard into the canvas beneath me. My legs are squeezing hard around your neck and your temples with full power. Looking at your face, I can see you struggle against it, which empowers me to bring even more pain into your skulls. I know what your plan will be, the only logical one but I try to keep the advantage with my more significant weight to keep myself hanging down just a little longer. Every second longer is a win. But then you begin to lift me. Your power is pretty impressive as you hoist me higher and higher. I begin to spread out my back and already open up my legs in preparation to buckle up. And then you slam my back down. Tho I saw it coming, the impact is pretty solid and sends a pain jolt through my whole back. My legs are released but I still manage to hold on to your arm. The power in the grip is much weaker as I try to keep you close enough for another second as I prepare my leg to aim for a kick into your chest from below.

Rob_Hunter:
We're fighting like two beasts. Knowing our encounters have been brutal we for sure prepared for this and the emotions between us are boiling up again. Both are eager to take the win. Both are eager to show what we can do. And all those feelings...your rage...your will to revenge...I can suddenly feel it in my skull as you flex your quads like a vice and try to drain the energy out of me with pure strength. My face is a grimace as I power you off the canvas and slam you back down. THUD! The crowd shrugs as your massive body hit the mats. But you're one step ahead as you already opened your legs and without giving me any time to regroup, you kick your heel into my chest and send me backward. "UFFFFFF!" I stagger into the ropes and catch myself in them, my arms draped over the top rope as I focus back on you. I shake my head and crack my neck after you assault it, getting myself back into the match as I pull up my guard again.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The heat in the ring keeps growing and burning high. I'm confident after hitting my heel into your chest to stomp you back against the ropes. It allows me to roll to my knees and back to my feet. I reach around to feel my back, still aching after the bodyslam you applied on me. You are against the ropes and acting all cocky again, as I can see a smirk on your face while you are cracking your neck which I feel is just a show-off. I push on my heels and unleash myself for a quick run, right in your direction. At the last moment, I stretch out my arm wide, full speed as I aim to throw your body over the ropes.

Rob_Hunter:
You get back up again and we stare each other down. I'm close to the ropes with my hands in a fighting stance. I'm focused on your moves as the crowd is cheering us up. And then you're going for an attack. You charge towards me at full speed, and I brace myself for the impact, holding my arms in front of me but at the last moment you stretch out your arm and the real impact is all against my upper body, only guarded by my arms. "UUUUGGGHH!" Your speed and power send me right over the top rope. My body flips around and I crash down onto the matted floor outside. THUD! I grunt deep and roll around, looking up into the crowd, rolling towards the barricades, and get away from you.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
I ended up leaning over the top rope as my feet slowed down after a massive impact on you. I watch closely how you crash over the rope and fall to the concrete floor outside of the ring. A slight grin begins to form on my face as I see you grunting and rolling away from me and towards the barricades. I enjoy the view and being alone in the ring. My feet begin to step backward again, but I keep my eyes on you. I speed up again at the opposite of the ring and watch how you are holding up on the barricades. I push my body off my feet and fly high between the ropes, aiming a Suicide Dive with my entire body against yours to crash into you outside the ring.

Rob_Hunter:
I'm huffing and puffing outside the ring. My chest is heaving like crazy as I push myself up on my knees again, holding onto the barricades as support. Hands are touching my body, and my fans are close to me, trying to fire me up. I shake my head and focus back on you as you're standing in the ring with that smug facial expression. I know you're planning something...and then you start your attack. You push yourself towards the apron and then jump through the ropes into a Suicide Dive, aiming for my body. My eyes go wide as I see your massive frame flying toward you...the barricades behind me...and I know there is only one escape. I push myself to the side and on the matted floor to get out of my way and let my body crash into the barricades, giving me a bit more time to recover.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My eyes never leave you, even when flying high out of the ring. But at the very last moment, I see you escape, so my target does too. I'm unstoppable in this position; all I can do is try to bring my arms in front of my body to try to protect my body some. I close my eyes as it comes closer and then with a colossal thud, my chest entirely collapses into the barricade. I'm forced to gasp deeply as my lungs are pressed into my ribs for a moment and my head is turning some. I feel that I'm still hanging over the barricades, but my brain is too busy with my upper body that it gives no signals to my legs so I slowly begin to slide down the wall and fall on the floor.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd GASP as I can manage to escape your move and you're crashing into the canvas. The impact was high, I can see that as you slump down onto the matted floor. This is my momentum to get some control in this match as you seem stunned. I push myself up on my feet again. The crowd supported me with their chanting. "HUN-TER! HUN-TER! HUN-TER!" I shake out my arms as I approach you again. I grab a fistful of your Mohican and YANK you up roughly. I pull your arm over my neck, my shoulders pressed into your front side. I let out a primal ROAR as I lift you on my shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, holding you firmly with my hands before I run towards the corner of the ring, building up some speed and then THROW you off and towards the turnbuckle, aiming to slam your face first against the cold steel.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My chest is burning like crazy, feels like my heart is about to beat outside of it at the moment. Somehow, the cold mats feel comfortable to my body and it's like my body wants to stay there for a moment to let it cool down. My brain begins to react, I have to get up now. Before I can, you already help me. I allow you, as it takes less effort to do so. I'm surprised by the speed and ease you lift me over your shoulders. My head feels back clear again, but you are already running towards the turnbuckle. At the last moment, I begin to slam my elbow repeatedly into your temple to stop you. But still, you throw me toward the pole and my jaw crashes into it. It's like a wake-up call, as pain jolts rush through it and I hop back and forth outside the ringside, holding my jaw and shaking my head.

Rob_Hunter:
I run with you towards the corner, roaring like a wild animal and while we are at full speed you start slamming your elbows down into my head. "Ughh Ughh!" My head snaps to the side, but I don't let you stop me and you crash into the steel post. The crowd is going crazy as it seems like I'm taking over in this match. But after you collapsed on the floor, I can also feel the impact of your elbow blows. My head is spinning and I'm trying to get clear again as fast as possible. I look around and see the crowd cheering. I take in some deep breaths and kneel right beside the ring.

I reach under the apron and without seeing anything I reach around until I find something...cold and hard...I grin evilly and pull on it. The crowd gasps as I stand up again, holding a black chair in my hand and presenting it like a trophy over my head. "THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD FOR MIKE!" the announcer screams into his microphone. "ROB SEEMS RAGING!" he continues and he is right. I'm here to defeat you once more and I watch you get up again, close to the ring corner. I approach you again...starting slow...then getting faster...and as you're about to get up I throw the chair right toward your head, trying to knock you down again with a solid chair strike.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Moving my jaw from side to side, nursing it with body my hands as I strut over from side to side. The pain there reminds me of the anger and hatred I feel. It makes my grunts and growls go deeper and louder. The sound of the announcer brings back the focus to the game we are in, all about you raging. I still play with holding my jaw and head, but I move in your direction now without really looking at you. I can see you with a chair, coming closer to me now. I wait for the moment you put the chair high above your head now and then I jump towards you and grab for your throat.

I quickly slam my forehead into yours and pull the chair out of your head, as it drops next to us to the floor. "Wrong idea" I grin in your ear while I don't waste time and wrap my arm around your skull. At the same time, I use my other hand to make a kind of cut movement over my throat for the crowd that is right behind us. They begin to chant and scream my name again now, I let out another vast growl directly before I use your body as my leverage by pulling up your shorts high up and then letting your head crash down to the concrete floor after a solid DDT

Rob_Hunter:
My emotions suppress every thought in my brain and as I raise the chair high up my body stiffens. My eyes go wide. My air cut off. My head begins to shake and then a dull pain shoots through my skull. CRACK! Your forehead hits me hard and my head starts spinning. "Ugh..fu..." The chair drops down, and I'm stunned for a moment. You use my unguarded position and trap my head in a side headlock. Your pumped arm holds me in place while the other hand grabs my trunks and then you growl and SLAM me down into the concrete floor with a brutal DDT. The crowd gasps as you nail my face into the cold floor. "WHAT A MOVE! THAT WAS A BRUTAL DDT FROM MIKE!" The announcer screams in excitement. "LOOKS LIKE ROB NEEDS TO SWALLOW THAT PAIN!" his voice sounds dull as I look up into the bright lights, not processing what he is saying. I blink my eyes, but my vision is one big blur.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The noise at this time is just overwhelming. I push myself back up and I'm surrounded by the crowd's outrageous chanting, the announcer's freaked-out reaction, and most of all, I hear you moaning right next to me. As soon as I get up, I slap my jaw to show you didn't hurt me at all and I spread out my arms for the crowd, showing off how my whole body is pumping and just being fired up until now. I grab a bunch of your hair to yank you back up brutally. I drag you closer toward the ring again and wrap my pumped arm around the back of your head. Once again, I grab the side of your trunks and flip your whole body upside down. A couple of seconds, to show my massive power for the roaring fans. My grunting shifts into a big roar, right when I use all my strength to slam your back as hard as I can into the side apron of the ring

Rob_Hunter:
My head is spinning and it feels like the whole arena turns upside down. I'm having trouble locating you… the ring…or anything else could help me get on my feet. My legs shake a bit as I pull them towards my body, getting into a fetal position. And then there you are again. Without really seeing you I can feel how you yank me up roughly, for a moment all my weight gets dragged up only by my hair. When I started to locate my surroundings you pull me upside down, holding me there, the crowd gasps as you display my muscle body for them and show off your incredible power. And before I can even do anything you roar out loud and SLAM my back against the apron. "ARRRGGGHH! "I yell out as the pain shoots through my spine and I drop down onto the cold floor again, grunting and panting, my limbs involuntarily twitching as I find myself in big trouble.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
I look at my hands and fingers, they are trembling due to the adrenaline that rushes through my whole body. Then I look back at you, writhing all over the floor. Your pain sounds so good and begins to feel like an addiction. I get down to one knee right next to you and stop your spasming by putting my hand on your bulge and squeezing it pretty hard. The crowd goes nuts at this move and I roll your balls around in my fingers. Again, I pull you up by your head and put you on your feet against the ring apron, helping you to keep up. I push my head between your trembling legs and hoist you up high. Your weight is shaking from side to side but I manage to walk you around for the fans around the ring. I end right in front of the steel chair and, without hesitation, I bodyslam your back hard down with even an extra push. Waiting for more sounds of pain coming out of you

Rob_Hunter:
I can hear my breath. It echoes in my head. But I'm having trouble focusing on anything that's happening around me. And as I'm desperately trying to get back up again, I can suddenly feel your hand grabbing my bulge. At first, it was even pleasurable - at least for a short moment but that comforting feeling gets drowned out as you start squeezing my big balls and rolling them in your palm. "ARRRRRGHHH!! "the pain forces me to open my eyes wide and then my voice stops, though my mouth is still open. You grab my hair again and pull me up to my feet. Your head lodged between my thighs…and then you HOIST me up, sitting on your shoulders, my hard musky bulge eventually rubbing over your sweaty face as you walk me around and show off for the crowd. I hold your head with my hands to not lose balance and just when I'm about to claw my fingers deep into your face you suddenly slam me down and right onto the steel steps. No sound is leaving my mouth.

My body flops up just a few inches before slowly rolling to the side and falling on the concrete again. "OH MY GOD! ROB IS GETTING BEATEN UP! IT LOOKS LIKE MIKE IS TAKING OVER! "the announcer screams through the crowd's cheering. „No…no…this…can’t be…“ I think to myself as I am squirming on the cold floor.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
I feel the sweat dripping off my body. I'm sure the most is coming from yours though. Standing in front of the steel steps, closely watching how your body rolls right off. I am taking the moment to snap a picture in my head of this view. And I grin again, as I know there is more to come... Your body squirms like a worm trying to escape. It boosts my body to maximal proportions and I can sense that the crowd is loving this, having me back as their super heel. The announcer is going crazy, he sounds utterly shocked at how Rob is getting punished at the moment. I am going to give them more...I have given you enough time on the floor so I strut back at you. I get right between your legs and open up your knees by pushing my boots against them. Your legs spread out, I put my boot right in the middle of your bulge. Raise my big swollen arms and flex my big guns for the crowd as I already pose like a victory over you. My foot rubs up and down against your cock, gently and excitingly.

I step back over your legs and use my boot to roll you up to your chest and flat to the floor. My body forces out another big roar right when I let myself crash into your sore lower back again, elbow first. It's not at full power, just enough to keep you under me. I grab the waistband of your trunks and pull it down just a little bit, exposing a part of your solid ass. I hold your neck and stretch out my body with my other hand. The crowd begins to count together with me as I start to do push-ups using your body as a surface under me. While I work out, I gently rub one finger over your asshole. Damn this feels good, I think to myself

Rob_Hunter:
I can feel how slowly my breathing comes back. At least I can focus on it again and try to slow it down. I clench my fists in rage. It feels like my head is about to burst, and my body feels numb. Just for a shirt moment though as you start to humiliate me. Your heel rubs over my balls and my body instantly returns to its senses. A rush of pleasure adds to the pain in my back. My body starts twitching again, but this time my cock reacts too. It doesn't take long until some pre gushes out of my cum slit and leaves some stains in my Speedos.

You push me around on my front and keep on showing off for the crowd. I can hear that they love it and to be honest I love it too. Not because of the humiliation...but as long as you show off I get some time to recover. You suddenly drop down on me, slamming your elbow into my aching back. "UGGGHH!" I gasp out and just lay still. The impact wasn't too hard, but I want to play possum and give you the feeling of victory. I know you...and I know how much you want this revenge. I slow down my breathing a bit and even as you start doing pushups on me with your finger in my asshole I try to ignore it. Luckily I can...even though my cock can't.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
"11..12..13..14..15", the crowd would want a lot more, but I stop here. My arms are bulging out, feeling the strongest and biggest I have ever been in a match. It makes my cock grow already too, into a solid bulge packed in my tight trunks. And I know you are aroused too and will show that off once I pick you up again. I push myself back to my feet and proudly strut around again. I hear the announcer praising my body and how I have been maltreating you. Just behind the corner, I find that chair you dropped before and I walk at it to pick it up again. With one hand, I keep it up high in the air while I walk back towards you, still on the floor. My feet begin to accelerate again and at a slow-paced run, I get back towards you, both of my hands holding the chair up high now, getting closer to your body, aiming to smash it hard to break your back.

Rob_Hunter:
My cock rages inside my tight Speedos and I stay motionless on the cold floor, letting you do your show for the crowd until you suddenly stop and push yourself back up again. I can feel your finger popping out of my asshole and I was expecting another attack. But nothing happens...I can hear the crowd in total excitement and I get suspicious. I know you're planning something, and I turn my head just enough to see what you're doing. Fuck. The chair. It seems like I dug my grave as you grab it and walk right back to me. You're speeding up a bit and I know it's now or never. You hold the chair high above your head, ready to slam it down on my already aching back. But I also notice your hard bulge right over me and I clench my fist and quickly throw it up between your legs, trying to crush your fully loaded bull balls with a nasty uppercut and catch you by surprise before you can hit me with that chair.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Almost at the spot where you are still lying down, my body suddenly freezes. My eyes go wide open. My mouth does too. No sound comes out, and my hands drop the chair to the floor. Then my brain connects and figures out what happened. A massive jolt of pain rushes through my whole crotch area. I find myself grabbing my balls as they are burning from the inside. Finally, I can let out a scream, which creates the sound of reverberating pain. I drop to one knee and then to the other. Holding my balls is all I can do. In an attempt to nurse away the pain you inflicted on them. "aaargh fuck!"

Rob_Hunter:
At first, I was worried my attack did not work as I couldn't hear any sound coming out of your mouth but when I looked up into your grimaced face I knew that the pain must be enormous. This is my chance to come back into the fight...but the damage to my body is made and I need to think about a way to regain control. I push myself up on my feet again as the crowd is in total disbelief at what is happening here. "WHAT IS THAT?? ROB CRUSHED MIKE'S BALLS!! WHAT A TURNAROUND!" I can hear the announcer screaming and it's hyping me up more and more. My legs are shaking and I look down at you as you writhe in pain. I reach down, grab the chair next to you, and pick it up. I fold it up and put it just a few inches away from you.

The crowd is chanting my name now as I stagger over to you. I grab a fistful of your hair to yank you up roughly. Just for a second, I look deep into your eyes, more unintentionally but I can see the rage inside you. I tuck my arm around your neck and flex my thick biceps into your jaw. I take a few steps towards the chair, then jump up, aiming to slam your face right into your chair.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My eyes are wide open. My brain is awake and I see how you get up in front of me. I can see how come at me and pull me up by my hair. My balls are pounding like crazy and the pain only flows away very slowly. I only notice that you have put up the chair I used to hold and that you hold me up in front of it. Our eyes meet for a second and I can see the pissed yet confident look now in yours. My brain signals as I know very well what you are about to do. My head is squeezed between your arms and I put my hands on your hips, trying to pull you back while you get closer to the chair. But you jump and I'm not in the ideal position to pull back, so I stretch out my arms in the direction of the chair. It goes fast, I push my hands against the chair to reduce some of the impacts. But my face still gets a good slam into it, as my chin crashes into it and sends my head snapping back, I drop to the floor as my head spins around.

Rob_Hunter:
I can feel how you're trying to avoid that attack, but with a cracking noise your head slams into the chair and breaks under your heavyweight. "HE NAILED IT!! MIKE IS DOWN AGAIN!!" The announcer screams in competition with the crowd as we're both down on the concrete. But this time it's YOU who is in trouble and I roll my muscled body over you as fast as I can. My head is on fire...my cock is raging...and I let out a primal ROAR as I try to get the pinfall. "MIKE GETS PINNED!!! IS THIS THE END???" the announcer shouts in anticipation as the ref drops down for the count. "ONE!"...he slaps the concrete beside me. "TWO!"

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Moments are passing by where I don't even realize what's happening. Suddenly, I feel my body laying on a broken chair. Suddenly, I'm already laying on my back. Suddenly, I think how your body is lying on top of mine. And suddenly, I hear the crowd counting so loud together with the ref slapping his hand to the floor right next to me. My body is aching and pounding from the adrenaline at the same time. My head awakes while you lift my leg. Right after 'two' hits I flip my upper body up from the floor and kick my leg out of your arm. I hear the crowd and the announcer going nuts, as they all see this fight is far from over yet. To make sure everyone notices that, I let out a huge deep roar from down on the floor while I even flex a most muscular at you from down on the floor to show off, I'm far from poorly damaged yet.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd is counting in synch with the ref as suddenly your shoulder darts up and you kick your leg out of my pin. "No...!" I mumble and my eyes go wide as I look over the crowd. My mouth is gaping as I'm breathing hard and my chest is heaving with each gasp.

I roll away from you and see you're still laying on the concrete, flexing a most muscular and showing off what a fucking beast you are. I push myself up on my feet again. My legs are shaking, and my body is standing there stooped as sweat is pouring down my face. I got too many thoughts in my head, and my emotions suddenly boil over. A mix of rage and desperation is rushing into my brain and I'm blowing my fuses, my mind is on autopilot and I throw myself on top of you, exploding with relentless punches into your head, trying to tame this beast finally.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The crowd is loving my cocky attitude, I can hear clearly after I escaped from the tap out. I blink my eyes fast to get my vision back to as good as possible. My body is boiling, pumping, and sweating like hell. My eyes don't lose yours. I keep myself correct where I am to anticipate what you will try next. I can see your face changing completely, into a head full of anger. I drag myself back on my hands and feet, and then there you come. Before you jump at me, I turn my head to the side and try to pull it deep. My forearms protect my face from your heavy wild blows, absorbing your solid power. I don't have much time in this, but I put my back in an excellent position to flip up my legs. I push my forearms away and so my arms wide open to push your body upwards, just at the same time where I throw my big legs up and wrap them around your neck. I growl while yank your upper body backward and get you out of balance.

My legs are building to maximum power as I bend my knees inwards and press the caps brutally into your temple. I hook my left foot behind my other knee cap which forms my big bulging quad around your throat to cut off more of your oxygen. I turn us together to make you end up on your back and me leaning on my arms and hands on the floor. My legs are burning but it feels so good having you back there, fighting against your struggle. I can't help myself from not giving the crowd a little more show in this position and once again, I begin to push myself up and down a few times with you locked up in my legs.

Rob_Hunter:
The rage is blinding me and I don't even realize how you protect your head with your arms and keep me from landing at least one critical hit. My punches rain down on you as you suddenly throw your arms up and push my upper body backward. I'm determined not to get distracted, but your legs catch my head from behind, and suddenly I find myself trapped between your thick quads. "UGGGHHH!" I let out a deep grunt as you pull me back and swift positions and roll us around. I'm forced to look up into the bright spotlights as your legs crush my neck. My face is lodged right behind your knee and my hands are searching for something to grab as I panic. My air gets cut off. My head is turning red pretty fast. My hands slide over your hamstrings which feel like steel cords until one hand reaches your ass.

You start showing off again and do pushups with me trapped in your scissor hold. I grab those muscled ass cheeks and in my desperation, I hook my finger under the waistband of your trunks and pull them down a bit, just enough to reveal your perfect ass. My fingers find your sweaty asscrack, and while you're busy humiliating me, I try to slide two fingers into your asscrack and push hard against your tight hole to work on your sensitive spot and hope it will be enough to get out of your deadly legs.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
This position feels too awesome, as I'm finally able to display that my arms are not the only powerful killers but my legs can do significant damage too. My legs keep firming more around your neck, inch by inch. I feel your hands try to pry them open but I don't give in. But then I feel how your fingers slowly sneak into my trunks. They are already squeezed tight together with the leg squeeze, but it arouses me. My cock grows in my trunks and I laugh like a madman still locking you in. I thrust my hips up and down some and help you pull my trunks down more. I put my hands on the floor now and crawl forward, making my body slide out of my trunks. At the same time, I open my legs and push myself up. I raise my arms in another solid pose, totally naked in front of the ring and with you under me. The crowd goes completely nuts and I take it all in.

I drop the flex and turn back to you, get behind you to your legs. I reach down and without much effort, I yank your trunks off your body. My sweaty body invites my brain for something nasty, as I quickly rub your trunks under my armpits and over my wet chest. Then under my balls right before I scoop you up from the floor. I slam a fast uppercut to your chin to keep you dizzy, right before pulling your trunks inside out over your skull. I hoist you in my arms and slide your naked body back into the ring, followed by myself crawling back in. The announcer is freaking out, as we are both nude in the ring again now.

Rob_Hunter:
I clench my teeth and try to resist as long as possible against your scissors. The adrenaline is rushing to my brain and my breathing gets shorter and faster. My fingerfucking doesn't have the effect I was hoping for. Instead, it arouses you, and just as my head started to turn blue, you release the scissor for a moment. I GASP in deep and lay spread-eagled on the concrete. My head is craving oxygen and I somehow try to get my senses back. I am unaware of what is happening around me, but I can still hear the crowd cheering like never before. I blink my eyes, slowly getting back a clear vision, and just at that moment you grab my Speedos and strip me naked. My hard cock flops up and slaps against my abs. I blink again and realize you're naked. Your WAR MACHINE is throwing a shadow on me and before I can even process what is happening around here you yank me up. SMACK! A solid uppercut makes my head snap back and I'm dazed again. I'm not even sure if this is real or not.

You pull my sweat-soaked trunks over my head and the musky scent instantly fills my brain. I lost all orientation as you throw me back into the ring. I roll over the canvas and then suddenly stop. My face down, I slowly slide my hand up to my trunks and try to pull them off my head but my body hardly responds to what I'm saying.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
It feels good being back in the ring, the center of attention again. I'm surprised your trunks are still so long over your head, so I walk up to you and kick your arm every time you try to pull it off. "Poor little Rob.." standing right before you and noticing your big hard cock pointing up .. "Turned on by getting humiliated. I knew you were a weak jobber inside" I rub the tip of my foot against your cock and swing it from side to side. I strut further behind you and quickly drop down now. Grab both legs one by one and stretch them out as far as possible. My rockhard cock is pressing against your back while I put the strong spladdle on point. I ensure your open ass, hard cock, and trunk-covered face are visible to the cameras. I let my beard and jaw rub over your ear while I reach my hand over your shoulder moving down and gently rubbing your balls. "So.. Do you need a hand or you're gonna cum hands-free?" laughing in your ear.

My legs control yours as I force them open wide, giving everyone a good view of your hard dick. I yank the back of the trunks harder so the front is fully formed around your mouth and nose to force you to take it all in. I begin to laugh even more as now I realize, you are even blinded from seeing your own body in a display of domination

Rob_Hunter:
As I try to get my stinky trunks off my head I can barely manage to get at least half my mouth uncovered and try to breathe through it not to get invaded too much by my scent. My breathing is heavy and then you kick me around to end face up. I don't see anything and don't know where we are currently located. But before I can even waste another thought, I can suddenly feel you grabbing my legs, one by one. You slowly pull them up and spread them apart. My muscle ass is suddenly on full display for everyone, my tight smooth hole winking at the cameras as the crowd can follow everything over the Jumbotron and my head is firmly lodged in your lap, your hard cock pressing against my neck…I can't believe what's happening. The humiliation grows fast and the crowd is going wild as you take over control. My 7' uncut cock is hard as a steel rod, pointing straight up to the ceiling. You pull the trunks up more and uncover my mouth and nose as you taunt me so that I should cum hands-free. „Ugh…no…“ I grunt silently, not giving you the pleasure and showing any signs of submission.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
And yet another position feels better than the previous one. I see myself behind you on all the screens in the arena, your tight hole on display, and the crowd raging out at the view of your rockhard cock. I keep massaging your big swollen balls while the crowd chanting loudly "shoot! Shoot! Shoot!". My hard cock rubs up and down against your neck. I lean forward and put my chin on your neck. I open my mouth, search for your ear underneath the trunks over your head, and bite it softly. I put my tongue out, push it into your ear, and lick it out. "Come on Rob, you can't hold back. I know it, you are so weak" I whisper quietly but with a deep voice in your ear and keep licking.

Rob_Hunter:
I'm squirming and struggling, but at this point of the match, I am too weak even to try and break your hold. You got me rolled up tightly and every time I flex my body in your grip my hole puckers in a reflex and my cock jumps up. You lean down and start licking and biting my ear which is still half covered by my trunks. It's clear you want to drain my bull balls in these holds, and again you're teasing me that I should cum and that I was weak...It feels like the rage would burn down my head as there is no way even to release the anger that's boiling up more and more. You roll my fully loaded balls in the palm of your hand and my cum slit starts gaping wide. A few spurts of pre are gushing out of my cock and running down my vein-covered shaft. "Ugh...no...no..." I try to resist but can also feel my balls aching for release. I try to focus on something else, resisting as long as I can while the crowd keeps on cheering you up to drain my bull balls and cover me in my cum.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
"There you go, good boy" I smirk as your pre cum drips over my hands. Time to edge you some more. I want your cum shot to be huge. As I get up, I release your legs and drop you to the floor. I spread your pre across my bulging chest. The crowd is freaking out, waiting for you to burst out completely. I lean under the ropes and grab the chair you picked up earlier. I open it in the center of the ring, right next to where you are laying all wet. I finally pull away the trunks from your head and expose your face to the lights again. Another forearm keeps you quiet before I put your ass on the chair. I walk around and stand behind you, holding up both of your arms as I make them bend "Come on Rob, give us a flex!" This time I shout loud in your ear so everyone hears me. My cock is still rock hard and pressed against your shoulders. I wrap my arms around your neck and begin to suck your air again "Do it now.." I tease you more and more.

Rob_Hunter:
My balls are about to burst as you roll them in your hand and make the cum boil up in me. I'm at the edge as you suddenly release my legs and let them drop on the canvas, stopping your assault on my cum containers. I still don't see what's happening around me, the trunks still covering my eyes. I roll around on my front as you're busy with something else...not aware of what you're doing until you suddenly pull off the trunks from my face and "UGGGHHH!" your forearm dazes me once again. My head is spinning as you pull me up and sit me on the chair you placed right in the middle of the ring. My chest is heaving like crazy as I'm desperately trying to get my head back into the match but my energy is almost drained. My cock is rock hard and pointing straight up to the ceiling as you suddenly wrap your pumped arm around my neck in a sleeper and command me to flex for the crowd. "HHNNGGHH!" My air gets cut off and in my panic, I raise my arms slowly.

It's hard to coordinate my body as I can barely focus on anything but my breathing. I flex my arms, my biceps popping out as the crowd and the announcer go wild. "MIKE IS IN FULL DOMINATION MODE! THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD FOR ROB!"

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Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The sound of the excitement by the announcer gets me going down there, I need to focus to keep it for a bit longer. My arm is in complete control as you do what I say and begin to flex your arms up hard. My left arm slowly releases the cover-up for my right arm as it slides down your chest towards your cock. The thumb rubs over your piss slit, up and down, while your cock head is already wet from your precum. My right arm is choking your neck and my head rubbing over your shoulder and your face. My fingers slide around your cock, teasing it gently. "It's time. Time to show who the real cum machine is" I whisper in your ear again as I force you to keep your arms flexed and the crowd shouting for you to shoot out.

Rob_Hunter:
My energy is getting drained with every moment you got me locked in that choke. My eyelids start twitching and my mouth is drooling as I desperately gasp for air. My cock is rock hard as I flex my biceps for the crowd. At least I try to, but I'm getting weaker and weaker. "Ughh...ple...please..." I mumble silently as you reach around and grab my thick throbbing cock. "No...no..." I repeat as you tease my swollen cockhead and my cum slit starts to gape uncontrollably.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
The teasing does work well and your moaning gives me the sign it's about time to get the real work started. I lean up and stretch out, pulling you off the chair and up still in my hold. I kick the chair away with my foot and hold you in some full nelson, your arms still forced to flex in my arms. To pull this off I have your arms forced up and head forced down in a solid full nelson. Over your shoulders, I can see your cock ready and fully open for a massive shower. My cock presses against your hole and the cockhead slowly presses itself in. I use my hips to make fast fuck movements, not fully entering your hole yet. I press your neck even more, fully flexed towards the floor and your cock. "Let's goooooo" I begin quiet but roaring out loud to get the crowd excited with me.

Rob_Hunter:
My balls are aching as they're loaded to the max and you don't stop stimulating my sensitive spots. The crowd is watching everything in real and over the huge Jumbotron hanging over the ring. "This can't happen..." I think to myself, but it's no use. My mind is fading away more and more and my cum slit is gaping and winking toward the camera, signaling some submission and just wanting to release a massive load. And then it gets even worse. You drag me up, kick the chair away and everything happens so fast that I suddenly find myself in a Fuck Nelson. Your swollen cockhead teasing my hole. My head bends forward and I'm only twitching and moaning as you start to finish me off.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
This is it, the ultimate moment of revenge. Images of our last battle are flashing through my head. As they do, the adrenaline and the feeling of frustration since then are sent to my cock. I PUSH my hard cock brutally inside your ass and begin to fuck you harder and harder. No mercy for your tight asshole. My balls smack to your ass and I roar it out loud. It's the release of pure anger and my cock is showing it off. "Tonight, YOU will lose your load onto the canvas. And I will fuck it right out of you." I roar in your ear, fucking the shit out of your ass while your cock jumps upright to your chest.

Rob_Hunter:
Your thick cock is driving deep into my tight asshole and my eyes go wide, feeling this fuck weapon in my ass. Something I have successfully avoided so far. But it happens now. You gut me trapped in a standing Fuck Nelson, stretched out for the crowd, and my rock-hard cock is flopping up and down, losing pre on its own as you pound your alpha cock into my prostate. And then it happens. My balls start to churn with every hit on my fuck nut and I let out a primal roar as my cock flexes up and shoots the biggest load ever up into the air and some of it even out of the ring.

"MIKE FUCKS THE CUM OUT OF ROB!!! LOOK AT THAT LOAD!!!" the announcer freaks out as the orgasm won't stop. Shot after shot until the last ropes of cum spurt down onto the canvas and my body collapses in your hold. My legs were wobbly, my skin sweaty and my head hanging low in shame.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My mind controls your whole body. I feel your cock exploding and shooting straight up in the air, creating a big fountain. Everywhere on every screen, they repeat your massive shot, which covers a part of your chest. I can feel that you are struggling on your legs now, hard to keep yourself up. I stop fucking your ass and pull back my cock, drop my arms and let you fall to the floor for a moment. My cock is still rockhard and on edge, so I grab your head again and put you on your knees in my direction. I lean over to you, yank your head back, and force you to look up at me. "You are so weak, Rob. So fuckin weak" I grin wide at your face while I smack my cock from side to side to your cheeks, edging myself more and more. I grab your arms, help your body prevent falling, and put both hands on my sweaty quads.

My cock is throbbing as hell after pumping into your ass already so I shove it at full power into your mouth. My hands guide the back of your skull pretty brutally and I moan like hell, feeling your lips form around my thick cock. I look at you, then at the screen, always back and forth. Enjoying this precious moment, the moment of brutal and sweet revenge until... "Fuuuuuckkkkk" I roar out deeply together at the moment my big alpha cum load explodes from my cock in your mouth

Rob_Hunter:
I was expecting everything...but not this. After beating your ass twice already, I was sure I could take you down a third time. But now I'm impaled on your fuck machine. Your thick steel cock is drilling deep into my tight ass, showing off my body for the crowd, and even worse, they saw me losing my load across the ring. I expected you to breed me now but no...You pull your stiff cock out of my ass, leaving my hole with a pop before you put me down on my knees, forcing me to look up into your face. "Ple...pleaHHHHNNNGGGGHHHH" I instantly start to gag as you slam your war machine into my throat, my Adam's apple bulges out and it feels like my insides turn upside down. My eyes start to tear with every thrust and I can taste my ass juice around your veiny shaft. "GHNNN...GHHHN...GGHHNN" I gag more and more as you suddenly shoot your thick white cum deep into my throat, forcing me to swallow it. Eventually, I cough and some of it squirts at the corner of my mouth. My mind drifts away, trying to save me from this humiliation. But I'm not unconscious and I have to live through this nightmare I pray that it will be over soon.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Right after my cum load exploded in your mouth, I pull my cock out and push your shoulders backward to make you fall onto your back. My mind is laughing at you in this position, look at what you have become. My cock is still rock hard as I circle you. I notice how your lips are white due to my cum, your eyes all red and wet due to all the tears. The crowd is shouting and cheering for me, their machine. I get to one knee on your chest. It goes fast, your breathing is uncontrolled. I get to both my knees on your throat and move toward your face. My balls are resting on your forehead, my ass is covering your whole face. I flex my arms once again, while I feel your sticky wet mouth around my tight ass hole "I bet you remember my hole Rob? "I smirk and begin to laugh loud.

Rob_Hunter:
After you placed your thick white cumshot in my mouth you pull that big cock out of my mouth again. The cum is mixing with my saliva and running out of my mouth as you push me back and I drop spread-eagled onto the mats. My eyes are still watery and my eyelids are semi-closed. I don't notice what's happening around me. All these noises in my head... I'm not sure if it's just my mind playing tricks on me or the cheering from the crowd as you show off your sexual domination over me. Both of my holes are used by your fuck machine. I'm a mess...and that's even before we have an official winner. My hands slide over the canvas as I helplessly look for...I don't even know for what...I want to disappear. But then the only thing that disappears is my fucked-up face as you straddle me, slide up and suddenly plant your sweaty muscle ass right on my face. Your low-hanging balls dangle on my forehead and your tight hole is kissing my cum-coated lips. My body spasms as you cut off my air supply once again and I'm about to go out, pinned under your ass.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
My ass is pleasured by your quick hot breaths, while I rub my ass as deep as possible into your face. I'm still flexing over you but also looking around. I am not done with you. After I'm sure you have had a real good shot from my ass, I push myself up and slide under the ropes out of the ring. Some fans beg for a high five and I give them. One fan is holding a beer, I pull it out of his hands. I grab another chair and slide back into the ring with both of these in my hands. I briefly put the beer on the canvas and unfold the chair right next to you. Your body is such a mess, it arouses me a lot. I drag you up by your hair and position you on the chair. I ensure your ass is just on the edge, so your body is leaning against the back so you don't lose balance. I pick up the beer and take a good sip, hold it in my mouth but then spit it all out in your face "Fuck this is disgusting". I position your head to make a good surface, Your eyes are rolling dazed in their sockets.

I carefully put the cup with beer on your forehead as your head hangs back just a little, make it juggle and I know it won't last too long before it drops. But I stand back and cockily show off my right leg for the fans. "Should I kick it off? Should I kick it off??" I hype them up like crazy just before I begin my run. At the last moment, I lean my body back and stretch my leg out, which results in a massive kick right into your face. Due to the immense impact, I also fall to the floor. "Damn I missed the cup!" I laugh like a madman at my move and how I'm playing you out against the crowd

Rob_Hunter:
It feels like an eternity as I'm trapped under your ass, my face lodged in your sweaty crack and my legs eventually spasm before you finally lift your ass off my face. "WAR MACHINE! WAR MACHINE!" I hear the crowd chanting your name, but my senses are still numbed. I'm not even thinking about coming back to this match. Honestly, I want this to end. I want you to leave me alone. And I want this pain and humiliation to vanish. But obviously, that's not what you're planning. While you're out of the ring, I'm just laying there, panting and moaning...the cameras probably focused on me...and then you come back, place me on a chair and I can barely hold myself up on it. "HHHHMMPFFFFFFF!" I start to gasp as you spit a mouthful of beer into my face. I blink my eyes, some of the beer flies straight into them and burns like hell. But the pain gets numbed a second after as you charge towards me and SLAM your boot right into my face.

I can't even make a sound as my head snaps back and my body drops limp onto the canvas. "HOLY FUCK!!!! ROB GETS DESTROYED!!! NOT SURE IF HE IS STILL AWAKE!"

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Your body is soaked in beer after it splashes all over your face and body and you drop down to the canvas. I know there isn't much more left in you. But this feels good. Revenge feels good. My eyes won't let go of the view of how you are at this moment. Destroyed. Dominated. Humiliated. Your face mixes sweat, tears, cum, and beer. I walk around your body, not sure what more punishment you deserve. I do, but not everything is meant for here. Once again I grab a fistful of your hair. I drag you towards the ringside and shove your body carefully under the rope. Right on the edge of the canvas, don't let yourself fall out. I get myself between the ropes to the edge too. I scoop you up once again and lock my arms around your throw. I push myself back up and use the ropes behind me to keep the leverage and balance centered. I have your body hanging in my arms, no surface under you to lean on. My rockhard cock again presses into your back as I get you in full control.

Eventually, not sure how much time passed, I drop your body and you crash. I keep my eyes on the cameras now with a cold, confident look. "I am the war machine. No one messes with me". I speak out loud, then put my arms up high in the air and absorb the crowd's cheering

Rob_Hunter:
I'm barely conscious and squirming on the mats. My body is shivering as I can hardly stand the pain. And under the crowd's cheering you drag me onto the apron. Your pumped arm wraps around my neck, your big biceps pressing deep into my windpipe once again as you hoist me up in front of you and hold me there. My naked and abused body is on full display for the crowd, and even though you drained me, my cock is rock hard again and pointing toward the crowd. I try to gasp in some air but it's not enough. My eyes roll back as you knock me out in a sleeper. My body spasms one more time before I go completely limp. My eyes close and I look like a hanged man before you drop me onto the cold concrete outside the ring and I just lay there, humiliated and defeated. The ref comes closer and checks my condition. I'm not moving, my body doesn't answer to anything he does and then he waves toward the announcer, signaling that I'm knocked out.

DING DING DING! "IT'S OVER! ROB IS OUT!" The bell finally rings and declares you as the winner...the crowd freaks out...but I'm not realizing anything.

Mike_WAR_MACHINE:
Your body falls and I see the ref coming closer. I realize it's over. I look down at you on the floor as the ref is almost there. My cock is throbbing again and I flex a last massive double bicep pose for the crowd. As I look down, I see both my big cock and you on the floor. This image gets me freakin raging and I begin to roar out for the crowd. The ref signals that I am the winner and at that moment, my cock bursts out again. Another big load sprays out and down on the place where you are. I laugh while I wait until my cock is fully emptied. Then I jump down and the ref raises my arm for victory. My foot on your jaw under me, spreading open the dirty mix over your face.

The ref gives the signal to send aid into the arena for you but I push him back. "I'll treat him, no worries." Then I lean down and scoop you over my shoulder. Your head hangs moveless on my chest as I strut out of the arena. We pass by all your fans and I allow them to touch you all over, get a last view and touch of their former champion. I walk out and head into the night. A long and steamy one. Damn, my cock got hard again...

Not the End...

Published: 2023-01-11, viewed 192 times.