Bishonen Wrestling League

Prince Callum had traveled many days and very far to reach the land of burning golden sands known as Agrabah to gain audience with The Sultan. However, before such could happen the princeling had to pass a feat of strength to prove himself worthy. Due to this fact Prince Callum had found himself inside a circular ring within the palatial courtyard. He had only to beat this street rat known as Aladdin and he would gain his audience.

His hand wiped at his sweaty brow, actually thankful to be dressed in only a red speedo and red bandanna about his neck. He looked upwards into the blazing sun while waiting on this Aladdin and he had faintly seen what he took be the Sultan on a balcony looking out into the courtyard.

Leaning back in his corner Callum had taken a swig of water from a goblet to stay hydrated under the scorching desert sun. His 5’6 140 lbs bod still leaned against the corner post’s warm buckles even as the swarthy complexioned, dark haired youth in a beat up, dirty once white speedo walked nonchalantly across those burning hot sand barefoot while on his shoulder rode a chattering and excited monkey.

All in one smooth motion this 5’9 156 lbs of street rat leaped up onto the ring’s apron and gripped onto the top rope to a jump over it into the ring as the monkey on his shoulder had tightly gripped into those thick dark oily locks.

Callum whistled, impressed with both the street rat’s agility and speed. The monkey leaped off Aladdin’s shoulders and rushed at Callum; who quickly raised up his arms as the monkey, Abu, jumped in his face chattering away insults at him in his monkey language before rushing to the opposite corner.

Aladdin chuckled at Abu’s display to the young prince and at Callum’s response to it. A big smile on his face the street rat approached Callum with an extended hand. Cautiously Callum had lowered his arms at hearing the monkey had rushed off. Callum returned the smile as he closed the distance between his own hand extended now for a handshake. Smile still on both fighters lips as the princeling accepted the handshake only to have his mouth and eyes go wide as he gasped in shock.

The street rat had grabbed a firm hold of Callum’s hand and yanked him hard into his upraised knee. Callum gasped still suspended over that knee as Aladdin had brought both his fists down into Callum’s back. Callum groaned as he rolled off the street rat’s knee. The hand of Aladdin reached down to grab at those sweaty thick locks of Callum to pull the prince back up onto his knees.

“So this is a prince from another country….just another bitch boy like all the other princes I’ve seen and known.” But Callum was confused by the words as he did not understand very well the rough language of Agrabah. His hands went to those still in his hair even as Aladdin pulled back his fist and punched Callum hard in the nose.

Callum whimpered some as his hands held onto his hurt nose, still on his knees before the taller Aladdin, the street reached downward to grasp onto his thick nipples. The Princeling moaned out in pain and ecstasy at Aladdin’s dark strong fingers working his nips, twisting and yanking on them. Callum knew for the fate of his people he had to turn this match around and slammed his head hard into the street rat’s crotch. Aladdin had quickly released his grip on those nips and immediately fell over onto his side, his legs kicked at each other as he groaned in pain from the head butt into his crotch.

Back on his feet Callum grabbed Aladdin by his oily dark hair, “How do you like it? Hunh?!” yanking on it some before he started dragging the street rat towards a corner. Once in the corner the princeling bashed the street rat’s head into the middle buckle even as Aladdin was still trying to massage out his hurting crotch. Callum kicked the street rat over onto his back so that the back of Aladdin’s head is against the middle buckle. He then proceeded to ram his barefoot hard into the street rat’s throat. His bare toes dug into the adam’s apple of the street rat as Aladdin spluttered and gasped.

Abu was freaking out; jumping up and down on the post, and screeching in the far corner. Prince Callum removed his leg and reached down to grip into that thick oily dark hair to pull Aladdin out of the corner on his knees. The princeling flexed his left arm as his right hand was still tightly gripped into the hair of the street rat.

Published: 2020-09-23, viewed 136 times.