BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

This match is sanctioned by the Hotshots Wrestling Federation. The match will be a NHB Pro Style Match; it will be decided by a pin, submission or a knockout. The winner will have the right to humiliate the loser after the match is over and will receive three fed points while the loser will receive only one fed point. The match is held in the Hotshots Federation Ring

The wresters for this match are -

You are not logged in. Tommy The Terror 22yo Height 6’0’’ Weight 245 lbs Cock 7" USA You are not logged in.

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Jay_Jones: This new guy Tommy The Terror has started trash talking me in the locker room and I need to nip this the bud and so I had a word with Apollo and got us booked onto tonight’s roster. We are the last match of the evening and scheduled for a NHB one fall match with unlimited stakes for humiliation of the loser. I arrive at the Hotshots Arena with my little brother Tua who gives me a hug before he goes off to his ringside seat while I head to the locker room to change into my black squares with black boots and kick pads.

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Jay_Jones: I hear London Calling by The Clash blast out from the speakers and know it is time to head out to the ring.

Jay_Jones: I enter the arena to a huge cheer as I personally greet fans as I head down the aisle.

Jay_Jones: I get to the ring and see Tua has a front row seat and so I get another hug from him before I slide into the ring and shake hands with the referee before I head over to my corner where I wait for you to make your entrance.

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Tommy_The_Terror: Jay Jones says that I have been trash talking him. Well Jay, I call it like I see it. I arrived at the Hotshots arena a little bit early. I get change into my red trunks with red boots. I stand 6' and weigh in at 245 pounds. I hear my name being announce and the fans are already booing me.

Tommy_The_Terror: I walk out of the locker room and towards the ring. The boos got louder. I did not care about the fans at all. I see Jay inside the ring and I keep my eyes on him. I get to the ring and I slide under the bottom rope and stand up. I go to my corner as I am still watching Jay.

Jay_Jones: I watch you enter the arena and I smile at all the boos that you receive from the crowed. You enter the ring and your size advantage becomes clear which although it doesn’t fill me with confidence it does not worry me either. The referee calls us to the centre and we stand eyeball to eyeball, the fans can see clearly that there is a lot of animosity between us. When the referee finishes, I decide to be the better man and I do offer a handshake a least.

Tommy_The_Terror: The ref called us to the centre if the ring. I kept my eyes on Jay and half way listen to what the ref had to say. When the ref is done, Jay offers a handshake. I look around and smiles at Jay. I go to shake hands, but instead I slap your face hard and then I back up to my corner.

Jay_Jones: Instead of shaking my hand, you slap my face hard, stinging my face and leaving a red mark on my cheek. The crowd show you their displeasure and the referee steps in as I try to retaliate. I watch you return to your corner and I remain in the centre of the ring. The referee calls for the BELL.

Jay_Jones: The BELL has not stopped ringing when I use my advantage of being in the centre of the ring rather than in my corner and I launch both of my feet towards your chest in an attempt to deliver a quick Front Dropkick before you have time to get out of your corner.

Tommy_The_Terror: Made it back to my corner after slapping your face. The bell rings and I step some from my corner when you launch both feet at my chest and connected with that Dropkick, sending my back against my corner. I fall to the mat holding my back.

Jay_Jones: My dropkick could not have worked out any better and you fall to the canvas holding your back. I need to give my fans a show today as I take you apart and so I use a little energy and kip-Up.

Jay_Jones: I grab you by your head and pull you up, kick you in the guts before I tuck your head under my pit, turning towards Tua, I give him a wink and then grab your hot red trunks and try to drop back and drive your head into the canvas with a DDT.

Tommy_The_Terror: I feel you grab my head and pull me up. I take a kick to my gut. Then you tuck my head under your pit. I try to struggle free but I feel you grabbing my red trunks and then you drop back and drive my head into the mat. I lay on the mat moaning in pain as I hold my head. Yet.

Jay_Jones: I wince myself as your head hits the canvas. “Tommy, I cannot hear you mouthing off right now” I taunt before I stand up and then attempted a Knee Drop to your shoulder.

Tommy_The_Terror: Laying on the mat and you started mouthing off. Giving me some time to try and regroup. It's not a lot but then I see you going for a knee drop to my shoulder. I move at the very last moment. Shaking my head and trying to get into this match.

Jay_Jones: I am dropping my knee when you move and my right knee lands hard on the ring floor. I yell and roll around, clutching my right knee. I get to the ropes and try pulling myself up, testing my knee to see how much weight I can put on it.

Tommy_The_Terror: Hearing you yell makes my bulge tent in my trunks. You rolling around gives me time to regroup. I see you clutching your right knee. I make it to my feet. I see you at the ropes and I head towards the ropes. You pulling yourself up and seeing if you can put much weight on your leg. I stand to your side and send a kick to that hurt knee. "Let me help you test that knee".

Jay_Jones: You move in next to me and send a kick at my right knee as you taunt me, I YELL loudly, my fans BOO you. I try to send a Back Elbow into your face before I slide down to the floor and slip under the ropes to the arena floor where I limp around the ring trying to get some feeling back into my right leg and knee.

Tommy_The_Terror: Your fans are booing me as you yell loudly. You send a back elbow to my face. My head snaps back some and you slide down to the floor and slip out under the ropes. Your limping around the outside of the ring. I shaking my head after that elbow. I slide under the ropes and as you pass. I run behind you and send a chop block to the back of your right knee.

Jay_Jones: I am walking around getting near to Tua when I hear the crowd shout a warning, I start to turn around but far too late and you hit me hard in the back of my right knee, taking me face down onto the arena floor where I can feel my right knee swelling and throbbing, I try to crawl to the ring apron and pull myself up.

Tommy_The_Terror: Could not believe that the crowd was shouting to give you a warning. You crawl to the ring apron to pull yourself up. I come over to the side of you and grab your hair. I raise you head back and then forward slamming your face into the apron. I do this twice.

Jay_Jones: I can hardly put any weight on my right leg and common scenes tells me that the odds on me winning this have just taken a tumble when you grab my hair, raise my head and slam it down onto the edge of the ring not once but twice. You may be able to see Tua smile as after him I have just about the hardest forehead in the federation and maybe the wrestling business. I pull my head up and turn towards you, grabbing hold of your head I try to deliver a headbutt that will make you think again before attacking my forehead.

Tommy_The_Terror: After the second slamming of your head down on the apron, you turn and look at me. I look confused. You then grab my head and deliver a headbutt to my forehead. I stumble backwards holding onto my head. "Damn that hurt” I screamed out. I rubbing my head and shaking it.

Jay_Jones: I hit you so hard that I even have to shake my own head a little but seeing you stumble back, holding and rubbing your head, I know that I need to try to press my slight advantage and so I limp as fast as I can towards you and attempt to clothesline you while my fans cheer me on.

Tommy_The_Terror: Your fans are cheering you on. I am rubbing my head and I have no clue you are limping fast towards me. I turn and you nail me with a clothesline. I fall to the floor. I start getting to my feet.

Jay_Jones: My clothesline knocks you to the floor and I give Tua a huge smile though he looks concerned and he has good reason to be as my right knee is throbbing and a quick look tells me it is swelling up and looking red. I reach down and grab your head and stick it under my pit, my fans cheer as I grab your trunks. I give Tua another big grin as I attempt to drop back and give you another DDT but this time onto the lightly padded arena floor.

Tommy_The_Terror: You reach down and grab my head and stick it under your pit. I know what was coming so I reach down with my fist and slam my fist to your right leg. Hoping to stop this ddt.

Jay_Jones: Your fist slams into my right knee, I SCREAM in pain as my right leg buckles, I let go of your head as I drop to my knees, my face falling against your sweaty bulge.

Tommy_The_Terror: I hear you scream which makes my bulge tent as you let go of my head. You drop to your knees. Your face falling against my bulge. I grab your hair and shove your face into my bulge., which leaks some pre cum. Then I take your head and place it under my pit. I grab a handful of your black squares and lift you up. Going for a suplex onto the floor. Lean backwards.

Jay_Jones: The smell of your musky bulge goes to my brain and makes my cock throb in my trunks. As you force my face into your bulge, I taste some of your precum as it seeps through your trunks and I am sure that both you and Tua know that I eagerly suck it from your trunks in a little show of submissiveness. While I am transfixed on your manly scent, you grab my head and place it under your pit before you quickly grab a hold of my trunks and lift me up vertically, dropping me backwards onto the thin matting. The pain that shoots up and down my spine is unbelievable and I lay on my back, stunned and unable to move. My fans are showing their disapproval.

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Tommy_The_Terror: Your fans are booing me loudly. I look at Tua as I point at you. I flip off your fans as I turn my attention back to you. I lean over and grab your hair and pull you up. Grab your trunks and toss you back into the ring. I slide back in. I go to cover you and the ref drops down. Slaps the mat for 1 and then slaps the mat for 2. I grab your hair and lift your head up off the mat to break the count. Your fans are screaming at me. I straddle your chest and begin punching at your face.

Jay_Jones: I hear my fans going crazy as you grab my hair and then my trunks before you toss me under the bottom rope where I stare up at the ring lights knowing my right knee and now my back are weakened too badly to be able to make a comeback in this match. You drop across my chest with no need to hook a leg, the referee drops down to count an easy pin and confirm your win when you grab my hair and pull my head and shoulders up and off of the canvas before he can complete his count. I look up at you feeling confused and a little worried when you mount my chest sitting your hot ass on my chest before you start punching my face. I feel my handsome face getting scratched, grazed and busted as I become dazed and stunned. I am unable to defend myself and as this is an NHB match the referee is not going to stop you.

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Tommy_The_Terror: Seeing your face getting scratched and busted I begin to smile. "What hurts worst your knee or your back?” As if I was waiting on an answer. I stand up and looking at Tua and your fans. How should I end this match. Maybe breaking a leg or ...... your fans shouting don’t do it! Tua has a worry look on his face. I turn and look at you as I get prepare for my next move. "Time to sense the Terror!"

Jay_Jones: I am in big trouble now; I feel my face swelling up my right knee feels like it is badly damaged and my back feels like it is on fire. You mock me by asking me which feels worse. You start shouting about how you should end the match and when you mention breaking my leg the fans chant ‘Don’t Do It’ My blood runs cold as I have no idea if you are crazy enough to do it or not. You then declare "Time to sense the Terror!" I panic and I try to roll towards the ropes.

Tommy_The_Terror: I turn my attention back to you as you try to roll away towards the ropes. "Are you trying to get away from me Jay?" I have an evil grin on my face. I come over and lean over and grab your hair and stopping you from making it to the ropes. I bring you to your feet. I grab your wrist. I whip you across the ring.

Jay_Jones: I do not make it to the ropes as you grab my hair and yank me up to my feet, I cannot put my right leg down and when you grab my right wrist and try to whip me into the corner my leg gives way I SCREAM and accidently headbutt the referee on the way down. I roll on the floor clutching my right knee and crying loudly in terrible pain.

Tommy_The_Terror: When I send you into the corner, your right leg gives out on you and your scream could be heard around the whole arena. I smile because I can feel my bulge tenting. You accidentally headbutt the referee. taking the ref out. I reach into my right boot and pulled out a plastic baggie. I unzip the baggie and pulled out a white rag. An evil grin is seen on my face. You can hear your fans asking what with the rag. "Terror here in Hotshots.” I came over to you as you are rolling on the floor and clutching your right knee. I sit you up in a sitting position. You are facing Tua. I get behind on you and I place a knee in the square of your back. I put that rag over your face. I smother that rag which by the way is soaked in Chloroform. I making sure that your face is smothering in the ring. "Breathe it in deep Jay and feel the TERROR in your body."

Jay_Jones: I hit the referee with my hard head and he went down like a stone, I hope he is ok but I am in no condition to help him. I hear you shout "Terror here in Hotshots." And then you pull me up to a sitting position and put your knee in my back. I am facing Tua who must see a little smile on my face as I am thinking that you are going to put me away with a Dragon Sleeper and as Tua knows it is a favourite way of mine to lose, I mean going off to sleep while breathing in the alpha scent of a hot opponent, why would it not be?

Jay_Jones: You then put a damp rag over my mouth and nose. I instantly recognise the sweet smell as chloroform and I panic but it is way too late, I was already too weak to fight and that was before I started to inhale the toxic anaesthetic. My head starts to thump, my vision becomes blurry, the sound of my fans urging me to fight fades away until everything goes dark and I go deeper and deeper into the state of unconsciousness that is going to guarantee you the win as you will be able to pin me for as long as you need to. My lifeless body leans back against you, breathing in that nasty sweet smell.

Tommy_The_Terror: I can tell that you start to go unconsciousness because your lifeless body leans back against me. Still have that rag over your nose and mouth. Letting you breathe in that nasty sweet smell. Fans were booing me badly. You can hear them saying I had it won now why would I use a rag. I lay your lifeless body down on the your back. I remove the rag and I stand up and face Tua. I have an evil smile on my face. "More Terror to come". The fans saying but the match is done.. I walk over to your legs. I step between your leg and locking in a figure4 leglock. Making sure the right knee is getting all the pressure on it. The ref is down, your body is in a state of unconsciousness and I am enjoying dishing out the punishment. I have the fig4 leglock lock on tight.

Jay_Jones: You must have kept that rag over my mouth and nose for way longer than needed or longer than should safely be administered without the risk of permanent damage or worse. As I do not wake up while you apply a fig4. My body does convulse and my brain registers a deep feeling of pain as my kneecap breaks and a loud CRACK is heard at ringside but I do not wake up.

Tommy_The_Terror: The loud CRACK as your kneecap break is music in my ears. My bulge is tenting big in my red trunks. The fans at ringside also hear your kneecap snaping. The looks on their face...well to me that is priceless. I yelled at the ref. I see the ref starting to stir and come around. He crawls over to where we are. You can tell he is still groggy. I still have the figure 4 leglock on. The ref is checking you out. He lifts your hand up once and it drops quickly to the mat.

Jay_Jones: I remain out cold however the huge tent in my trunks can clearly be seen twitching and throbbing while precum can be seen seeping through the black material of my trunks.

Tommy_The_Terror: Ref raises your hand a 2nd time and it drops quickly to the mat. Looking at the huge tent in your trunk twitching with precum seeping through, I did not see the ref raise your arm again. I hear the bell ringing and feel the ref tapping me on the shoulder. I release the hold and the ref tells me to wake you up. I smile as I rub my finger on my leaking bulge and on your seeping cum and then rub my finger on your lips. I stand up and drop my red trunks and take off your black trunks before I turn you over on your stomach.

Jay_Jones: I seem to come out of a long tunnel as you coat my lips with my own sweet and sticky precum. As I slowly regain my senses the excruciating pain in my busted knee multiplies. You stand up and remove your red trunks and I get my first view of your 7’’ breeder. You roll me over onto my stomach and I know what is about to happen as I lift my head and see Tua with tears in his eyes. My own eyes start to water.

Tommy_The_Terror: I sit on your legs. I see you lift your head up at Tua. I slap both of your ass cheeks and thrust my cock into you. Leaking all over the place.

Jay_Jones: I feel you sit on my legs which brings another SCREAM from me. You slap my ass cheeks before thrusting your cock deep into my anal cavity. I am grateful for the amount of precum that you are releasing which is helping to ease the discomfort of your cock invading my chute. Even through this pain now I crave your alpha seed and want it planted deep inside me. “Tommy own me please” mumble.

Tommy_The_Terror: Your little brother can see your bloody face as my cock brushes up against your prostate. My other hand reaches down and grab a hold of that huge bulge and begin stroking it softly.

Jay_Jones: Blood and tears are pooling on the canvas as your cock thrusts into me and brushes my prostate. I feel your hand grab my cock before you start stroking it softly. In spite of the pain in my knee I moan with pleasure and begin pushing my ass back onto your cock as you each time you thrust.

Tommy_The_Terror: Hearing you moaning, and begin, pushing your ass back on my cock makes me moan in pleasure. I start stroking your cock faster as I pull my cock out some and then thrust it back in nailing your prostate.

Jay_Jones: Your cock is driving me crazy, between your expert stroking and the constant brushing of my prostate, I cannot hold out much longer. I can tell that you are about to seed me and let out a long deep moan while I stare into Tua’s face.

Tommy_The_Terror: Stroking you rock hard cock faster and harder. My cock leaking more pre cum inside of you. I slap both of your ass cheeks hard.

Jay_Jones: That’s it, my balls start to churn and when you slap my cheeks, I know I cannot hold out much longer. “I am going to cum for you Tommy” I feel my orgasm is about to let loose. I moan uncontrollably pushing my ass back hard onto your cock and clenching my hole tight around your cock.

Tommy_The_Terror: Rubbing you ass cheeks and then I slap them for a third time. Feeling your hole tighten around my cock squeezing out some more pre cum. I pull my cock back some and thrust as hard as I can, brushing the head of my cock on your prostate as I moan loudly. Looking at Tua. "Is he this great with you?" Smile.

Jay_Jones: Your cock feels so good inside me as it totally owns me. I feel you slap my ass for a third time and my ring tightens around your dick some more. You pull your cock back and then thrust it in again, your head brushes my prostate again. I hear you ask Tua if I am this good with him, I BLUSH wondering how much you know about my relationship with my brother. You take me over the edge. My body tenses up, I HOWL and release my load as I have a huge orgasm which makes my body shake uncontrollably. My sphincter grips your cock very tightly now as I crave your DNA.

Tommy_The_Terror: The whole arena hears you howl. I stop stroking your rock-hard cock as your sphincter grips my cock. Your body shaking uncontrollable. I explode inside you. Ropes and ropes of cum flowing through your body. I pull my cock out. Let it drip cum all over your ass cheeks. Grab your black trunks and drip cum in them. I smother your bloody face with your own trunks.

Jay_Jones: I am in the middle of my orgasm when you stop stroking me and I feel my guts becoming wet and warm as you fill me up with your winner’s seed. It feels like you shoot a huge load into me before you pull out and coat my cheeks with you seed. You then humiliate me some more by tripping your cum into my trunks and smothering my bloody face with them. The rush from the sex dies down and the terrible pain from my busted knee returns. I cannot take any more and silently pray for it to end so I can get my knee treated.

Tommy_The_Terror: I stand up and get off your legs. Kick at that right knee as I walk towards the ropes. I look back at you as I pill up mu red trunks. I admire my work as I slide out.

Jay_Jones: You get off of me but kick my knee again which makes me SCREAM again. You pull on your sexy trunks again and walk out of the ring. Medics rush to the ring and load me onto a stretcher.

Jay_Jones: Tua accompanies me in the ambulance as I am rushed to hospital again.

Published: 2023-03-15, viewed 99 times.