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The Challengers

Blaze:

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In Daniel's apartment

Rob Hunter:
“I’m coming for you bud!” - The TV lights up Daniel's living room as we are both watching the big Debut match of this new Hotshots guy. Blaze. He is not completely new to me, but I never saw him fighting though. "Well, that was kinda impressive, don't you think Rob?" my manager Daniel asks me. "And RH obviously means he is coming for YOU!". I smile and grab my bottle of Heineken beer. I have a sip and turn my head towards Daniel. "Let him come. I'm dying to meet this hot stud in the ring..."

Daniel turns off the TV and looks at me. "Alright Rob. I'll contact his manager. But please promise me you will be careful this time. You remember the last time someone was out to wreck you in the ring...it didn't..." - "AAAAHHH STOP IT DANIEL!" I interrupted him. "I know what happened and I know I need to be careful. He is no one to joke with...I'll give him a hard fight that he won't forget, ok?" I finish my beer with one big swallow. "I know Rob...I just care for you...I'll arrange everything for next weekend - the Late Night Show...teach him a lesson!".

Blaze:
“Uh huh….really? Yeah…of course. Well, thank you. I am honored and I will make you proud.” I hang up my cellphone while looking out the large window to my condo. “So who was that?” asks my roommate. “It was the commissioner. He said Rob accepted the match for tonight and that we are going to be the main event.” I smile while staring out the window before whispering under my breath. “He took the bait.”

“Get ready to celebrate when I get home tonight.” My roommate smiles, “don’t take it easy on him.” I grab my bag and as I’m walking out the door I state, “Rob has no clue what is coming to him…a beat down….and the truth…which will set him free.”

Saturday Night in the HOTSHOTS Arena

Rob Hunter:
"AND NOW GENTLEMEN! IT'S TIME FOR OUR MAIN EVENT TONIGHT!" The announcer screams into his microphone as I'm standing right behind the curtain ready to enter the arena. "INTRODUCING FIRST FROM EUROPE...STANDING 6'0 AND WEIGHING IN AT 175LBS...ROOOOOOOB HUNTEEEEEEER!". The arena gets filled with the crowds cheering and clapping as I rush through the curtain and run down the aisle. I high five some of my fans and eventually stop to give them a quick double biceps flex. The noises get drowned out by my entrance music and on the Jumbotron two glowing red eyes light up and then turn into a diving eagle, catching its prey on the ground.

Rob's Wrestling Intro

I jump up the apron and wave to the crowd before I hop over the top rope, loosen my muscles and slowly walk into my corner. I lean back wearing my signature camouflage speedos, black boots and white knee pads waiting for your entrance and using the ropes to stretch a bit.

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Blaze:
The lights flicker and then go out in the arena. A match slowly appears on the Jumbotron. It turns upside down and runs along the bottom of the screen as a sizzling sound emerges. The match then spins on the screen while lit and the sides of the ramp light up while the fans cheer. I step out from the backstage area to the top of the ramp wearing my white square cuts with the red and orange flame on the sides. The announcer is about to read my stats but I raise my own microphone to my face. “No need for the introduction…we got some business to discuss so cut the music”

The fans decrescendo as I pace back and forth across the top of the ramp. “First, I’m glad you got my message. Hayden was such a great pawn in my game. But let’s cut the crap Rob. It’s been a long time since I have seen you and you look great. I will give you that.” The audience cheers for you. “And you are a great wrestler….maybe even one of the best. And you do a great job playing the part. You play innocent so well….you also play dumb well too.” The audience lets out an “ohhhh.” I begin to make my way down the ramp, “but, I’m getting pretty damn tired of you not owning your shit. Your manager, Daniel, knows and I know you know too. You know.” I step up on the ring apron and you have a confused look on your face. “You know….you….know” I say through gritted teeth. “I want what was taken from me.” I drop the mic and stand toe to toe with you in the middle of the ring.

Rob Hunter:
I need to sort my emotions for a bit as you step out making a big announcement. I listen closely as you make your statement. One part of me kinda feels flattered, another part of me is already dying to shut your cocky mouth. And then you suddenly mention that something was taken from you...Everyone can see my confused facial expression as I'm trying to figure out what you mean. I look over to my manager Daniel who sits in the front row behind my corner. Why is he looking away?...What is Blaze talking about?...I absolutely have no clue. But now it's not the time for confusion. I have to focus on the match. We meet in the center of the ring. Toe to toe and chest to chest. Our meaty pecs slightly touch as we find ourselves in a stare down. You can already feel the heat burning up in here and I do my best to not show any intimidation in my eyes. "Ready to get your flames smothered...Blaze...?" I mumble as I suddenly give you a bump against your chest and step back.

The ref walks in and states the rules. "This is going to be a one fall by Submission or Pin! Winner decides the stakes!" I don't really listen to the announcement as I'm still figuring out what you were talking about...But anyways. As soon as the ref finished explaining the rules the bell rings. DING DING! And I raise my arms in a fighting stance, slowly circling around you...

Blaze:
I watch as your eyes go straight to your manager and then back at me. Not phased at all by your witty comment about flames being smothered. And as the ref explains the rules, I watch your eyes shifting back and forth and I know that I have gotten in your head as you ponder what I said. As the bell rings, I exclaim, “Rob….you have already fanned the flames.” As you raise one hand, I raise both toward a collar and elbow lock up. My aggression and adrenaline gives me the early edge as I am able to slowly back you into the corner. I remove my hand from your shoulder. “You….know…” and with my other hand, I wind back and slap you hard right across your chest on your tattoo. An echo from the slap resonates throughout the arena and the fans wince. “How fitting….that tattoo looks more like a Phoenix now” as I see my red hand print.

Rob Hunter:
We are both circling right after the match started and you don't waste any time as you lure me into a collar and elbow lockup. Though you are smaller than me you got a bit of a weight advantage and I have to admit you are stronger than you look. Our bodies push against each other in the lockup and you slowly manage to force me into the corner. You raise one hand and WHACK! you slap the back of your hand across my chest which immediately starts to redden. I stumble against the turnbuckle and through my clenched teeth I bark "You'll bite your teeth out boy!" as I push myself out of the corner towards you and raise my knee to slam it into your core. The crowd is cheering in total excitement for this match.

Blaze:
I raise both hands in the air after the slap. “What you got Rob? Huh?” And as I nudge you, I feel your knee connect with my abs and I stumble backward holding my midsection. The energy intensifies in the crowd. While I am crotched over, my eyes shift upwards with anger in my eyes. I charge forward with my arm extended out and it connects in a LARIAT sending you in a 360 flip.

Rob Hunter:
My knee connected and I grin as you double over. I take two steps towards you and mimic your gesture as I open my arms. "YOU THINK I'M A..UUUGGGHHHH" before I can finish my sentence you charge forward nailing a Lariat right on my exposed pecs and I flip over landing on my back with a loud THUD! "WOOAAAHHHH GENTLEMEN THE HUNTER IS DOWN ON THE CANVAS!" I hear the announcer screaming through the speakers and I grunt and groan after that impact. I know you are close and I cannot let you take advantage now. I start kicking my legs wildly towards you to keep you distant as I crawl backwards away from you.

Blaze:
I sit on my knees after the impact as your legs thrash about. “Where are you going Rob? It’s just the beginning of the end for you.” I get back to my feet before dropping down next to you with an elbow slamming into your kidney on the right side. As you roll to your side upon, I place my knee on the side of your face while pulling your arm under my armpit in an ARMBAR. Looking through the middle and the top rope as I apply pressure on your arm, I yell out at Daniel. “You may need to throw in the towel for this match Daniel.” My knee digging down against your ear as I tug harder. “So tell me Daniel, how have things been going with your wonderboy here. You can tell me…besides, he can’t hear you right now.” My knee drives into your ear as I smirk.

Rob Hunter:
You don't let off of me and just when I was about to crawl away you drive your elbow into my kidney. UNGGHH! I grunt deep and roll to my side. And before I can even regroup myself you are already over me again. Your knee is digging deep into the side of my head and you tuck my left arm under your armpit nailing me down in a nasty Armbar. I grunt and breath hard through my clenched teeth as I wave my free arm around before I place my free hand on your thigh and try to push your leg off of my head. I can hear you saying something but I'm not able to figure out what. The sounds are muffled as you dig into my ear. "YOU....FUCKING...BASTARD!" I bark and as my eyes wander over the hall I realize we are close to the ropes. I kick and stretch my legs until I can reach the bottom rope and the ref drops in signaling to let me go.

Blaze:
No clue that you have reached the bottom rope with your leg and I continue to tug on your arm. The ref brushes my shoulder and starts counting “1…2…release him.” I look back and see your toe barely grazing the rope and I pull hard one last time trying to pull it out of its socket. Your ear red from the pressure of my knee, and I slide under the bottom rope while gripping your ankle. “Ready to give Rob? Huh?” I look back at Daniel, “or do you want to throw the towel in for him?” And as I run my mouth, I guide your ankle to the ring post. “Fine. I guess I will just have to inflict more damage.” I pull your ankle back while I stand outside of the ring and you inside. I then fling it hard into the steel post while not breaking eye contact with Daniel.

Rob Hunter:
The ref counts you out as you did not release the hold at first. But then a warm feeling of relief runs through my body and I realize I can hear again. My head is ringing a bit after the pressure it took from your knee. I can hear you taunting me and even involving my manager. "What connection do they have? And what does he know that I obviously don't...?" I'm thinking to myself and get distracted by my own thoughts. It doesn't take long until I feel you grab my leg and drag me closer to the ring post. The crowd is in anticipation as the challenger clearly took control early in this match. I try to pull on my leg as I realize what you're about to do but it's too late. Just one moment after I hear you saying that you would want to inflict more damage on me I can already feel a stinging pain running up my leg and through my spine as you fling my leg against the steel post. ARRGGGHHH! In a reflex I pivot my legs and curl up like a child, nursing the inside of my thigh.

Crawling back to the center with my clenched teeth I know I need to think about a way to come back into the match or it could end bad for me. I use one arm to crawl a bit faster towards the opposite ropes and grab them to hold myself and slowly I start pushing myself up again without burdening my aching leg too much.

Blaze:
As you flip about in pain, I make my way over to Daniel and he starts jawing with me. I point back as the cameraman gets closer. “What are they saying? What could have possibly brought this much anger from Blaze?” says the announcers. Daniel is looking somewhat reserved with his hands up as if he is trying to diffuse the situation. I continue to berate him and when I can’t take his lies anymore, I sucker punch him right in the jaw. He gets back up immediately and security has to hold him back. I laugh while stepping back. I turn back toward the ring and start climbing between the middle and the top rope to torment you some more. “This appears to run a lot deeper than any of us know,” remarks one of the announcers.

Rob Hunter:
"What is happening here??" I mumble to myself and I cannot believe my eyes as this fucker Blaze punches my manager into his jaw. "What the..." Even the announcer is confused about the rage that burns up inside my opponent and I kinda feel that he seems to be out of his mind. I'm finally back on my feet again as you step back through the ropes. My right leg is still aching a bit but I can manage to stand straight up. I try to keep as much distance as possible and lurk towards the corner. "Come here man!" I know you are raging...and I hope you cannot think straight. So I fire you up a bit to make you attack me as I prepare for another assault.

Blaze:
As I place my other foot through the ropes, I look back at Daniel. “Don’t even play the victim here bro.” I run my fingers through my hair and my nostrils flare as the memories pile up. I then turn to you and see you getting to your feet across the ropes. Like a raging bull, I charge toward you with my arm extended again and ready to clothesline you over the top rope and out to the mats below. Sweat drips down my chest and abs now as a sweat stain line forms on the waistband of my trunks. I see the look in your eyes realizing that I have almost come unhinged.

Rob Hunter:
Your eyes light up and your emotions seem to take over. You charge at me like a wild bull going for the Muleta. Just as I wanted to. I know I need to get the wind out of you somehow and just one moment before your clothesline hits I turn to the side and let you crash into the corner post. I swivel around, kneeling down and without losing any time my arm comes up between your legs. I feel your bulge in my hands as I shift your weight, trying to catch you by surprise and roll you back around until you come up on your knees again. I straighten up and right as you face me I plant my heel right in your face, hoping this will stun you for a moment.

Blaze:
My toes digging into the canvas as I spring toward you. As you slide out of the way, I feel you hand on the back of my head guiding it into the top of the ringpost. I shake my head but only for a second as I am turned backward and rolled up. As I sit up on my knees, I have no time to block the swift kick to my jaw. I sit there motionless for a second while leaning back and then careen forward and faceplant into the mat. I grip my head and kick at the ground in pain. Pancaked in the middle of the ring as the fans get louder trying to amp you up. I slowly roll to my back while gripping my face with my hands as my chest heaves up and down.

Rob Hunter:
My attempt to stun you was successful and I see you're wobbly and dizzy from that surprising hit. You drop on your front and then slowly roll on your back nursing your face. "You think you're THAT tough huh?" I bark towards you and I'm not planning to give you much time to recover now. I drop down beside you and snake one leg over your throat. I support with one hand to lift your head up a bit so I can slide my other leg under the back of your head. Your chin is tucked in tightly into the back of my knee as I grab your wrist with both of my hands and I flex my strong and lean muscled legs around your neck in a Figure Four, choking on your windpipe. "HOW YOU LIKE THAT BITCH?" I bark through the noises of the crowd which is now cheering as the challenger seems to be in trouble.

Blaze:
In a daze from the impact and I can hear you mouthing something at me and the crowd is going nuts. I lean to my side trying to get up only to feel you cranking your legs around my throat in a headscissor. My arms start to flail about. “Fuck” I say through gritted teeth as I feel your bulge pressed against my shoulder. I try to wiggle myself free as you crank my arm. At one point, my head twists slightly to the side and my nose brushes against your ass cheek as I yell in agony. “You are….going…to pay Rob!” I kick at the mat and try to shift my body.

Rob Hunter:
You fight against my hold and try to wiggle free. Though it is not easy to hold you like that early in the match I try to keep the pressure as long as possible. "OH DO I???" I answer as you mention I would pay for that! "First of all you are going to pay for that dirty move against my manager!" I hiss as I slowly sneak my upper body around. My legs are still squeezing your neck like a python and as you are kicking the mats I try to prevent you from pushing up. I grab your right leg and shove my upper body under it only to lock it behind my neck. Your raging bulge is right in front of my face and right as I got your leg locked tight behind me I CLAW with my hand deep into your ballsack. "YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY DIRTY PLAYER IN HERE BLAZE!" I bark as I twist and turn your nuts between my fingers.

Blaze:
I grip at the mat with my free hand and then feel you shift your weight over and I let out a loud groan. Your comment about your manager infuriates me. “You two are bitches! You will both pay dearly!” And then I feel you grab my sack and I yell loudly into your leg. “Shhhhhhiiiiiiiitttt” I thrash about trying to break free. As you grip tighter my cock goes from limp to semi-erect. My hairy and sweat-drenched torso stretched out as the cameraman zooms in. I kick about with my feet and slowly work my way over to the ropes. My fingers brushing against them trying to get a hand on it. I stretch my fingers fully out and am eventually able to grip it as the ref starts counting the break.

Rob Hunter:
I know this won't end you. But I know at least I can do some good damage to you as I cut off your air supply which comes out even worse as the pain from your balls is forcing your body to scream and suck up the air. "YOU'RE PATHETIC!" I groan as I am using a lot of energy to keep you in place. Slowly but surely you can manage to get us closer to the ropes. It was just too close and then you are finally able to get your hand on the bottom rope. The ref starts to count...1...2...and I give your neck one last crank before I release your head just in time. I pull my upper body out of your leg and roll on my back. I'm close to the ropes and use them to get back up again before you and start circling around you like a wild animal watching its prey. I look out of the ring, seeing my manager with a bloody nose...but he calmed down again and just signaling me to finish you off hard. I understand his gesture and wink before I focus on you again, still circling and waiting for you to get up.

Blaze:
Grabbing at my neck as I wince hard in pain while coughing. I know better than to stay near you at this point and slowly roll out of the ring, I pancake down in the mats below. Pushing upwards and onto one knee, I can see your feet out of the corner of my eye inside the ring. Without hesitation and swipe your feet out from under you as you fall backward and I pull you by your ankle under the bottom rope until you are standing next to me. I wind back and deliver a European uppercut sending you with your back against the ring apron. I look over my shoulder at the audience before grabbing your wrist and slingshotting you into your manager. He falls backward and over his seat while you stumble backward. I grab you around the waist from behind. My bulge pressed tight against your ass before hoisting you back over my head in a German Suplex.

Rob Hunter:
Lurking right behind the ropes as you roll out of the ring and drop on the canvas. "You wanna leave already?" I taunt you as I lean on the top rope. Not prepared you would attack me already and you get me by surprise as you swipe my feet away from outside the ring and I land on the canvas. THUD. Without any chance to get away from you I feel you grabbing my ankle and pulling me out of the ring where I land on my feet next to you. WHACK! Your Uppercut hits me and my head snaps back as I stumble against the apron. You grab my wrist and fling me over towards my manager sitting in the front row. I crash into him and collapse right over him. UNNGHHH...I grunt and push myself back up on my feet again feeling my body took some bruises from the impact. And you're still not done with your assault as you come up from behind before I can even do anything. You wrap your arms around me and lift me up to slam me down with your Suplex. UFFFFFGGGGGGG! I grit my teeth and roll on the concrete, cursing and mumbling into my beard, trying to crawl away from you.

Blaze:
I sit up after smashing the back of your skull into the mats and place my hand on my lower lip. A small sliver of blood appears from where I bit my lip from being trapped in your headscissors. I look back over my shoulder to see you rolling around and then back to where your manager was sitting but don’t see him. He must still be nursing his face on the concrete floor. As you roll to the concrete, I crawl toward you with your stomach to the floor. I sit on the back of your neck while hooking both of my legs under your armpit. I then reach back and grab both of your ankles and lean forward…stretching out your body. Your face planted into the ground as the cameraman zooms in on your bulge. “You want more punishment Rob? This is only the beginning of it.”

Rob Hunter:
You don't let off of me and again you seem to be in a raging mode. While I was trying to get a distance from you again you instantly follow me and appear right over me. I can only see your shadow at first but then you drop down and I feel your whole weight on the back of my knee. You reach for my ankles and start stretching me in this fucking humiliating hold as my hard bulge gets lifted off the concrete and is on full display to the crowd. "ARRGGGHHHH FUUUUCK!" I groan into the concrete as I feel the cold floor pressing against my cheek. I place both hands on the concrete and try to push up a bit to get you out of balance as I simultaneously pull on my legs, struggling under you as sweat is pouring down my face.

Blaze:
I feel you start to push upward and I drop your legs immediately causing your bulge to slam into the concrete. I then lean forward with my bulge on the back of your head and sway my hips back and forth grinding your face into the concrete. “Six…seven…” I totally lost track of time and unhook my legs before rolling under the bottom rope to break the count and then roll right back out of the ring. The ref raises his hands as if to say “come on”. I then grab your ankle and guide it over to the steel steps, I lift up the steps and place your ankle under it. “I’m not stupid Rob. I have been WATCHING you for far too long. Time to clip these wings.” I know your signature finisher, Hunter’s Dive, and I know I have to take out your leg to stop any momentum you would have. I look down at your foot under the steps, and stomp down on the steps with all my force.

Rob Hunter:
My body flattens in the concrete again as you release the hold. A feeling of relief runs through my body and I start pushing myself up on all four. Not really aware what you are planning as you roll in and out of the ring and for one moment I thought you were taking something slam down on me. But instead you just wanted to break the count by the ref. You grab my ankle again and drag me over to the stairs, lifting them up and placing my foot under them. "No...No...!" The steps are heavy and I feel them digging into the nerves. You raise your leg and I know I need to do something. That impact probably would take out my leg or even break my ankle. So I know I will be painful but it's still better to get my bone crushed under that stair and I pull hard on my leg as the edge of the stairs scratch over my boots. Even through the fabrics I can feel the pain and you stomp down on the stairs just in the moment my foot got out from under them. I pivot my legs and crawl backwards...trying to get away again and find some time too regroup.

Blaze:
The impact from my foot making contact with the steps sends a jolt of pain up my leg as I watch you rolling away unscathed. I limp trying to shake the pain as I try to get some distance from you. The ref at “six…seven…”, and I grab the bottom rope while pulling myself under the bottom rope and into the center of the ring gripping my leg. I start to look around for you walking around outside of the ring. I slowly get back to both feet….limping a little less. I walk toward you And reach the top rope pulling you by the hair and onto the ring apron. Watching you yell as I pull on your hair gets my hormones raging and I lift your arm up with your wrist behind your head ready to deliver a heart punch. My eyes dart straight to that hairy pit. I make eye contact with you and then dive my tongue into the bottom part of your pit and lick slowly upward. I then lean back with my fist ready to drive it right into your chest.

Rob Hunter:
I'm still glad I could avoid some serious injuries on my ankle. I'm stumbling up on my feet and it's hard to keep a good balance with that aching ankle at the moment. But you're already up on me again and reach out for my hair from the inside of the ring. You pull me up on the apron and we are face to face now, only the ropes between us. You lift my arm up revealing my sweaty armpit as I realize you're about to punch me. But instead you seem to be pretty aroused by the manly scent that runs up your nose and floods your senses. You lean in, licking my sweaty and salty armpit with your wet tongue and I know you are distracted now. I need to come back into the fight and as we are close to each other I shift my weight to my healthy leg and the other one pivots with a hard knee strike right into your hard bulge.

Blaze:
My nose and tongue gather up your musky smell and taste. I can feel your sweat beaded up on my nose and your hot breath on my neck as I lick upward. “Fuuuuck. This is what a loser tastes like,” I whisper. I then look down and notice that the tip of my cock has now reached just below my waistband trying to work its way out of my square cut shorts. Without warning, I see your knee lift upwards through the ropes and slam right into my sack. I let out a high pitched yelp and as if moving in slow motion, I collapse with my back to the mat. I cup my balls and turn to my side in the fetal position.

Rob Hunter:
I see you collapse on the canvas and I know this is my chance to come back again. I step through the ropes and the pain in my ankle gets better and better...though it's still there. I approach you and reach down as I grab your wrist. I drag you around just a few inches to get you flat on your back. "Alright man. Time to give them something they can jerk off to or what you think?" I grin evil and drop down and hook your arms around my legs. The back of your head is firmly pressed into my crotch. I lean over you and grab your legs. I pull them back...inch by inch...until I get you rolled up, my raging cock right behind your head, pressing your chin towards your pecs and I yank on your legs as hard as I can....exposing that hot bubble ass to the crowd.

Blaze:
I cup my balls and then feel you dragging me. I then feel you start to bend me backward with my legs up in the air. “No. No. Noooooo'' and as you pull back and plug my legs wide up, I can see the cameraman zooming in to get a close up. The tighter you pull the more my square cuts get crammed up my crack. I can feel your bulge against my head and I start to pant hard as my neck gets cranked downward forcing me to watch my legs get pulled apart. My cock starts to twitch inside of my trunks.

Rob Hunter:
I see your bulge tenting more and more as you're caught in that helpless position. "You like that huh?" I smirk as I see even the cameraman getting closer. "And it seems he does too! Let's give them a closer look at that pussy!" I hook both of your legs under my pits, just to get my hands free and reach for your waistband. I pull your square cuts up your legs and and then unhook them...leg by leg as I keep your legs in place under my pits. Your bare ass is exposed now to the camera as it zooms in right on your tight hole. "Now that's a view huh?" I smile as I drag your legs even more towards me until they touch the mats. I slide both of my legs over the back of your knees, giving the camera the best view on those spread ass cheeks.

Blaze:
“Fuuuuuck” I groan through gritted teeth as I feel you pulling my trunks down my legs and around my ankles. I grind my head back and forth in the hold and I start to feel your bulge rising. “You are going to pay Rob! Ahhhhhh!” As you crank harder. My hole starts to pucker as you show it off to the crowd. “I’m going to kick your ass” and as you tug again on my legs, my cock twitches and the first bead of precum forms on my tip.

Rob Hunter:
My cock is rock hard and raging behind your head. Seeing your tight hole exposed makes me leak already into my Speedos. Your hole puckers and clenches and I know you are in deep trouble here...and the crowd is witnessing your humiliation right now over the screens. "Who will get fucked tonight huh?" I ask you...knowing you're too proud to say it will be you...I wiggle my body to slowly turn around with you in that hold, showing off that ass all around to the crowd. "You know they should see it as long as it's nice and tight!" I grin before I ask you again..."So who is going to get fucked tonight?"

Blaze:
“Fuck you.” And as you ask the next question I yell louder, “fuck you!!!!” As you crank harder, I lift my hand and the ref asks me if I give to which I shake my head no. I grind the back of my head faster against your bulge hoping to get you aroused and either cum or loosen the hold.

Rob Hunter:
"Don't want to give huh?" I pull my legs back and unhook them from yours. Your legs snap back on the canvas and I roll up on my knees. I reach for your hair and grab a fistful of it to yank you up with me. On the way up I tuck your head under my sweaty armpit and grab the back of your knee with my free hand. "Let's see how you like that big boy!" I grunt deep as I lift you up, showing off my strength as I slip you around and your body comes crashing down with your neck over my knee.

Blaze:
I feel instant relief as you release my legs from the hold only to be pulled back up by my hair, but only to have it wedged under your sweaty pits. My hand on your waist has you lift me vertically and my neck slams into your knee. I instantly see yellow spots forming in my vision as I roll around on the mat in pain. My ass and cock on full display for the audience, and I slowly roll under the bottom rope while kicking at the canvas and holding my neck.

Rob Hunter:
The ring rattles as you drop on the canvas in front of me after that impact. "Right where you belong..." I mumble to myself. My eyes are scanning closely that fucking hot body, now fully naked. Your muscled ass cheeks wiggle as I follow you to the ropes. "We're not done yet bitch!" I bark and reach down to grab a fistful of your short dark hair. It's already sweating wet and as I yank you up forcefully I make sure that your body slides right between the bottom and the middle rope up. My right arm snakes around your head, burying your nose deep in my sweat dripping pit. Your sweaty muscled body stretched and on full display. "Now inhale that champion scent bitch!" I grin evil as I start yanking up the middle rope, letting it slap against your cum-filled ball sack. "GONNA POUND THAT CUM OUT OF YOU BLAZE!"

Blaze:
I am pulled up by my hair and I grunt in the process while closing my eyes. “You know…” I say again “and so does your conniving manager Rob. Can’t believe you trust that weasel!” And then, I feel you pull back on my head making me engulf the smell and taste of your armpit as I let out a muffled yell. My spit combines with your sweat. And as the middle rope presses against my shaft, the bead that was once just the tip of my cock flows down the shaft and onto the middle rope.

Rob Hunter:
"YOU LIKE THAT FUCKER HUH?" I scream as I flex my hard biceps peak around your head. "Tonight the crowd will see your seeded ass!" I hiss as I release the sleeper a bit just to twist your body around, facing me. I give you just one ice cold gaze deep into your eyes and lock my arm around your neck again. I yank you up and let your body slide over the top rope. Inch by inch...until your feet are hooked behind the rope. Your ass pointing up to the ceiling and the camera even catches a hot closeup of your bouncing and twitching butt cheeks. I hit a quick biceps pose for the camera and then instantly drop on my ass, going for a rope DDT to rock you into the canvas.

Blaze:
As my head gets yanked from your armpit, I shake my head back and forth as your musky scent is trapped in my nostrils. And, I lean against the rope only to be spun around and balanced on the middle rope by my ankles. As you suspend me there for a few seconds, my hand makes its way to the waistband of your trunks. My ass on full display as you drop me down in the DDT and in the process, pulling your trunks down slightly on the side showing off more of the V on your lower abs. As I roll to my back, a strand of precum stretches from the canvas across my waist and to my cock. I twitch slightly while groaning indispleasure.

Rob Hunter:
My eyes are glued on that throbbing cock of yours as you turn on your back. "Oh you're losing everything already? Probably thinking about getting fucked by my thick cock ..." I grin and strut over to you as you groan in pleasure. "Let me help you sexy." I reach down and reach with both hands for your ankles. "Let's show the crowd HOW horny you really are wannabe alpha!" I yank your legs up and hold you in front of me. Your body starts to turn upside down as I hoist you up higher and then shift my weight, kneeling down and rolling on my back to put your hot muscled body on full display again, stretched out....but even then your abs are clearly shown on the big screen over the ring. Your rock hard cock now pointing up straight to the ceiling. "WE GOT A BIG BOY HERE GUYS!" I scream towards the crowd as I prove my dominance.

Blaze:
My body stretched out across your knees as you hold my ankles in place. I see the ref standing over me and looks like he is upside down from my view but it is me who is seeing him upside down in the hold. “You give Blaze?” I hear the ref say again to which I grunt and then yell “nooooo”. At this point, I place my hands firmly on the ground behind me and arch my back so that it is no longer suspended on your back.

I squirm and my groan turns more into a primal yell as I tug harder as one ankle is released from your grasp. I send the heel of that foot right back down into your jaw and am able to free both hands. I know that I have to do something quickly and I roll backward and stumble to my feet. However, after the DDT and submission hold, I realize that I might have gotten up too fast. I sway while standing above you before falling head first with my forehead slamming into your balls.

Rob Hunter:
Exposing your manhood in that humiliating hold for the crowd I am too aroused and excited about that hard cock bouncing around and I don't notice as you bridge up and release the pressure on your back. Before I can even react you squirm your body and manage to get one leg free. WHACK! So sure that I got you one moment before, I find myself suddenly dizzy. I try to regroup and figure out what is happening...but you are already up and though I can see your blurry silhouette I'm not able to get away in time and your head slams down into my jewels. AAAGGGGGHHHH! I scream and throw my hands down, nursing my balls as I curl up and roll on the canvas. "YOU....FUCKING....BASTARD!" I grunt as I slowly crawl away towards the ropes.

Blaze:
I lay there with my head close to your crotch after impact and hear you complaining about the unintentional low blow. I slide to my side while grabbing at the bottom rope and holding it while trying to shake out the cobwebs. I turn my head to see you nursing your groin. “Bastard huh?” I get out while getting on one knee. I reach down and grab your waistband. “Time to even the odds and let’s start with this” and I reach for the waistband of your trunks and toss them to the side as your cock and ass are now visible to everyone. I smirk as I get to my feet while pulling you up to your feet and facing me. I slap you hard across the face with my free hand while still gripping your hair. “Payback…is a bitch!” And I place the back of your head under my armpit while reaching under both of your armpits and locking my wrists between your shoulder blades. I then tug upwards as your legs wrap around my waist and turn so that your ass is facing the camera. “Get a load of this ass…well….I’m betting many loads have been in his ass” I say to the fans at home. I then drop to my ass in a WING CLIPPER.

As you fall back, I slide over you with my cock leaking onto your cock. The ref hits the mat. “1”

Rob Hunter:
I groan and squirm under you as you instantly get back up again.The pain is still too much that I am able to realize as you slide down my trunks and toss them away. I kick my legs wildly...thinking that would prevent you from doing so but then I find myself naked on the canvas. My hard cock oozing pre and jumping from side to side. You hoist me up and SLAP my face and my head snaps to the side. UGGHH. A bit of sweat is flying from my face and just one second after you tuck my head under your armpit. The scent is instantly running up my nose...flooding my senses....you hook my arms and yank me up, my legs around your waist and my ass cheeks spread as the camera zooms in. "Fuck...No...." I grunt but it's too late. You drop down and my ass rattles into the canvas as you rock me down with a Wing Clipper. My body bounces up and collapses on the canvas...face up...I am grunting and groaning. The pre mixing up as it runs out of our cocks. The ref hits the mat for the first time but my mind is still stunned. THUD! The ref hits the mat and counts "TWO!" as I suddenly realize I'm getting pinned. Adrenaline rushes up my head and I jerk my arm up to break the pin before the ref can hit the mat for the third time.

Blaze:
I look down on you in the pin as we are cock to cock. The precum drips down and onto the of your cock as it mixes with yours. I make sure to look over at your manager as the ref hits “1” and I mouth “1” to him. I look back at your face while I slide the tip of my cock located on the base of your cock and slide it to where it rests flat against yours and whisper “2” as the ref hits the mat. I then feel you jerk your hand up and I am not frustrated by it. “I thought you had more fight in your punk ass”. I then take a slide backwards and try to stay out of distance from you while I wait for you to get to your knees. Once you are on your knees, I charge from behind and deliver a back fist to the back of your head sending you face down to the mat.

I walk over to you and place my feet on the both of the back of your knees and lock your legs around mine before reaching down and grabbing your wrists. I rock back and forth as your cock grinds into the mat with each thrust before falling back and lifting you over my head in a surfboard. Your cock flopping around against your abs. “Tap and it will be over Rob.” “wait….you must not understand how serious I am…maybe you need to see my face and I pull your neck downward in the surfboard. “Submit…say it!” I then look over at your manager. “You can make the call Daniel and that will help your client” yt

Rob Hunter:
After I could successfully break the pin I just roll on my side and then drop to my front. My chest heaving as I am breathing hard. I need a few moments to regroup again after that surprising turnaround. I push up with all force and I can see some stains of my sweat on the canvas. This match already took a toll on me...but I got a lot of fight in me. And just when I motivated myself to get back up again, I only get to my knees and WHACK! Your fist slams into the back of my neck and my body drops down on the canvas. I moan and grunt and then I feel your heels digging into the back of my knees. You reach for my arms. "No...no....no...." I mumble in panic as you lift up my lean muscled body, exposing my ripped abs and my rock hard cock. The crowd is going crazy how fast you turned the situation around and as if it wouldn't be enough, you start pulling back my head, overstretching my back and my pumping cock is leaking pre down on my abs. Though you're upside down I can already recognize that aggressive face expression. I grit my teeth and hiss through them as I am desperately trying to squirm my body but the pressure is just too big.

Blaze:
While your face is inverted in front of me, I look to your manager, “you know what to do Daniel….make the phone call to the CEO and get the video”. He looks concerned now and pulls out his cellphone. I look back at you as you grit your teeth. “You sure do bitch a lot. Maybe this will shut you up.” I tilt my head up and slide my tongue into your mouth and as I do so I can see your cock twitch on its own. “Ohhhh. You like that huh?” The ref notices my shoulders on the mat and hits the mat “1….2…” I mumble “fuck” and unlock my feet causing you to fall down on top of me to which I apply a sleeper hold with my cock right at your ass cheeks. “Night night Rob”

Rob Hunter:
My cock starts leaking like crazy and my head turns red from all the blood flooding into it. You lean in and stick your tongue out and we start to kiss. I am caught between pain and pleasure. My synapses having a blackout as not only our bodies but also our tongues start to wrestle for top. I can feel your hot breath over my face and a shiver runs down my spine, causing my cock to jump and flex as more and more pre is dripping out. My mind is out of my body and the next thing I realize is suddenly falling down on your body. Your arm sneaking around my neck in a Sleeper and your hard cock slides over my asscrack. "UGGHHH FU...FUCK" I grunt as I am gasping for air. Both hands on your forearms, trying to pry them open.

Blaze:
I let out a sadistic laugh as my legs wrap around your waist and turn us to our sides. “It’s way past your curfew Rob. Maybe you should take a nap before you head home.” And I crank harder on your neck forcing out some gagging sounds. “It’s about time you admit to your mistakes…Daniel is going to. Lemme hear it” and I torque your neck farther while I start to dry hump your lower back. The camera zooms in on your torso stretched out. I start panting hard on the back of your ear.

Rob Hunter:
I'm gagging as your arm wraps tighter around my neck and your biceps peak is digging deep into my windpipe. "You....fu...fucking...." I squirm my body but your legs snake around my waist like a python and we drop to the side. One arm is stretched out and pressed on the canvas as the other one is still trying to get your steel hard arm off of me. I can feel that the air slowly is lacking and this hold sucks the energy faster out of my body as I can think. In a desperate attempt I just sneak my hand up towards your face and as soon as I can feel its surface I claw my fingers into it and rake your eyes, hoping I'll get out of this sleeper/scissor combo.

Blaze:
I can feel the precum oozing out of my cock and onto your back as I slide it back and forth while tossing you like a rag doll. My balls are churning and close to turning blue as I edge. I see your hand reach up for my face and I dodge it once, twice, and on the third attempt I feel your fingers digging into my face while raking my eyes. I let out a loud yell as I shove you hard off of me and kick you hard as you roll under the bottom rope and out of the ring. I get to all fours and start feeling around as I am blinded from the rake to the eyes. “Where are you, you dirty fucker? Can’t play fair can you?!?!l”

Rob Hunter:
My attempt was successful and I could escape this vicious hold with a dirty attack. But at least I am free, though very weakened. You shove me off of you and kick after me that I roll out of the ring. I drop down on the concrete and my body is shaking. Not only from the previous match but also because I am raging like hell. And all this is mixed with the concussion that's still in my head...What the fuck is he talking about all the time...What is wrong with Daniel...My mind is busy with my thoughts and my body slowly pushes up until I am back on my feet, holding the apron. I see you inside the ring, still a bit blinded and looking out for me. I hope I can surprise you as I crawl back into the ring and instead of getting up I approach you down on the canvas at first. In the middle of the ring I leap up towards you and grab your head as I pivot my legs, trying to Monkey Flip you behind me on the canvas to keep you busy now.

Blaze:
I feel around blindly trying to determine my whereabouts in the ring and am able to feel the turnbuckle while turning toward the middle of the ring. My vision is still blurry and can feel the impact of you flipping me over you. I land on my feet but stumble forward toward the opposite corner but the rough gets in the way and I accidentally slam into him in the corner. He falls to the mat and I begin to regain my vision. “Oh shit. Are you OK?” I lean down to check on him and try to help him to his feet.

Rob Hunter:
The ring rattles as we roll over the canvas, building up a good speed and you're not able to catch yourself and slam into the ref. You both hit the turnbuckle and the ref collapses on the canvas. I roll around on my knees again and face towards you. Your hot bubble butt gets spread as you lean down to check for the ref. WOOF! It's like a sudden thunderstorm that roars through my brain...or more through my cock. Either way, my hormones go wild and ignite a blazing lust. My face turns into an evil grin and I sneak up from behind as long as you are distracted. "You're looking for the wrong guy fucker!" I hiss as I simultaneously wrap my ripped arm around your neck locking in a tight sleeper hold. My muscles are straining as I bounce my biceps peak into your throat. "Still hard as rock Blaze...Gonna tame you now for your big mouth!" I taunt you as I flex my biceps tight around your neck and pull on it.

Blaze:
“Dude. Are you going to be OK?” A serious looks crosses my face out of concern for the safety of the ref and I put my hand down on his back. Out of nowhere I feel you pull me from behind into the center of the ring and lock your arms around my neck. My hands are flailing about trying to determine a way of how I am going to break out of this.

Your bicep digging into my Adam’s Apple causes me to hack and my eyes start to water. Your cock pressed tight against my crack. The ref is still laying face down on the mat. I grab onto your arms and start to push backward against you while gaining momentum until I eventually am able to slam your back into the corner trying to get you to break the sleeper hold. I lean forward a second time and then charge back again for a second attempt of breaking the hold.

Rob Hunter:
Grunting deep like a wild animal clawing his prey I yank on my arm to cut off your air supply fast enough to get you under my control again. You grab my arm and start yanking on it as you push your ass back, pressing it hard against my pre leaking cock. I groan as I try to hold on the sleeper as you slowly lift my feet off the canvas...You bend back again but then with a second stronger attempt you hoist me up over you and I get catapulted against the turnbuckle, landing upside down in the corner with my knees hanging over the middle rope. My hard cock falls down on my abs pointing right on my chest. A few drops of pre forming right on my pisslit. "Ungghh fu...fuck..." I grunt as a stinging pain runs through my back.

Blaze:
I fall to both knees while rubbing my throat and turn back to see you laying there in a compromised position. I crawl toward you and plant my ass cheeks right over your face, smothering you with your chin buried into my taint and your lips close to my hole. I give a devilish smirk to the camera as I look back and see the ref barely waking up. I grab onto my wrist with one hand and my eyes are targeted at your exposed groin. I then thrust my hand into your cock and balls in a groin claw and dig hard, twisting and pulling at your crotch while laughing. “You give Rob? You can either say you submit or admit the secret. It’s up to you”

Rob Hunter:
This match already drained a lot of my energy and as I am hanging there in the corner without any defense you instantly use that short momentum of unawareness you crawl over and place those muscled ass cheeks right on my face. The air gets cut off and my muffled groans echo through your crack. I start panicking and kick my legs up, squirming my body as I know I am in some serious trouble. My body is too weak to give you full power and I am not able to buck you off of me. And then it gets even worse. My numb scream can hardly be heard, as your bubble cheeks smother my face and your tight hole rubs over my soft lips. My cock is raging as you claw my jewels sending a massive pain through my spine and my mind goes crazy, feeling this hold draining me more and more.

Blaze:
It is clear that my anger has gotten the best of me and I look pissed at this point. I claw harder and your groans into my ass causes me to switch to moaning as I ease up on the hold and my cock twitches while precum drips down in between the crevice of your pecs. I then feel someone’s hand on my shoulder and it’s the ref counting but clear that he is in pain. “Oh…now you wake up.” I release the hold and my ass lifts up off your face and there is a strand of your spit trailing out of hole and down to your lip as I rise.

With your legs still in the middle ropes, I go under the top rope and climb up the turnbuckle as I watch you start to sit up to try and get your legs unhooked. I raise both hands in the air and jump off the corner while delivering a double stomp to your chest .

Rob Hunter:
I'm not sure what is happening around me but then you suddenly lift up your ass from my face. It must have been the ref who saved me here. I'm not here to take such a humiliating defeat. But this match already took its toll on me and I am not only drenched in sweat, my muscles are twitching and the emotions driving me mad. I grunt through my teeth. My body slowly lifts off the canvas as my whole body is straining. The veins on my upper body popping out and my skin reddens. I'm sucking on my last energy. And right as I decided to not lose hope, you shatter not only my head but also my pride and my head snaps down and I hang there limp in the corner. My chest is heaving. My fingers are twitching. And my vision is blurry as fuck.

Blaze:
I rest on my knees in the middle of the ring while my chest heaves up and down. I clench my fists in front of me and I glare while getting to my feet. I walk in a circle in the middle of the ring as the audience cheers me on while you lay beaten down and tied in the ropes. The audience claps with every step that I take. I see your manager holding his nose with blood dripping down his arm and a concerned look on his face. He mouths to me “don’t….please don’t.” My head whips back at you laying there..my muscled stud…now my prey. I unhook your legs and drag you by your wrist to the center of the ring. I start to pull you up from behind as you are on both knees. One of my hands locks on to the side of your face and then the other on the other side of your face. I then squeeze hard and the veins in my arms protrude out as I apply a VICE GRIP to your skull.

Rob Hunter:
The noises in the arena are ringing in my head. I don't really focus on them as I am too busy getting my senses back. But my attempt gets interrupted as you suddenly unhook my legs and drag me into the center of the ring. My cock is still rock hard as you slide me over the canvas and right in the middle we stop. My muscles are weak now and my attempts to throw up my arms and maybe hit you is almost pathetic. My body feels numb but my head is like on fire. And as if this wasn't already enough you suddenly claw your hands into my head from both side. The pain is rushing straight into my brain and drowns out all my other emotions. "HHAAARRRGGGGHHH!" I scream as suddenly my arms start flailing around...but it's just the reflex...the innate will to survive.

Blaze:
I focus my energy on you as you start to slump down with your abs crushing downward and the camera zooms in to see the ripples in your abs. The crowd erupts in cheers now. The lights in the arena start to flicker and the speakers crackle. The lights go dim as the Jumbotron turns on and with the picture of what looks like a street from a video doorbell.

I turn to face it with you in front of me in the vice grip still so that you can see it as well. Your manager between us and the Jumbotron.

Two teenagers are standing outside of the front door. One of the boys says, “c'mon man. It will be funny.” The other responds with “this is not a good idea and besides he did nothing to us.” The other teen responds, “he’s a loser. He says he wants to be a big time wrestler, but he is a scrawny punk who will amount to nothing. Besides, no one will get hurt.” The other teen steps back and says, “Daniel, it’s not really funny.” The other teen, Daniel, pulls out a lighter and lights a bag on fire on the front step while the other teenager takes off running. Daniel runs behind some bushes across the street after he rings the doorbell. The fire sits there and a gust of wind catches the bag and it catches the shrubs on fire. “Shit” mutters Daniel as he takes off running.

The scene skips to dusty rubble from where the condo once stood as a stretcher takes a young man out while he receives oxygen and is escorted into an ambulance. The scene cuts out and the audience stands there silent and in shock.

“So that’s where Blaze got his name.” Says one of the announcers. The fans look at Daniel and start booing him. I look down at you fighting to stay awake. “And…you…Rob…did…NOTHING!!!!” I squeeze harder on your skull and lift upwards in the vice grip out of anger and testosterone as your feet now leave the mat and wrap around behind me legs as I squeeze your head like a grape.

Rob Hunter:
My face is grimacing and my eyes are clenched as you keep on working on my head with your vice grip. You turn my head upwards and I realize the noises of the crowd become quieter. Something is happening and as I open my eyes for a short moment under gritted teeth I see the arena is dimmed. But like a moth to a flame, my eyes are instantly attracted by the bright lights coming from the Jumbotron. Though my head is under a massive pain I wanna see it happening there and my face starts cramping, struggling to keep my eyes open and pointed on the screen. I try to process the images in my head...I want to understand what is happening there...and suddenly it's all crystal clear. I remember that one day.

The images rushing through my head and digging deep into my subconscious. And what they reveal isn't nice. Deep buried memories. Sleepless nights. Guilt. And what seemed like a stupid childish prank turned into something life changing. And as I am caught in my own flashback now I get brought back to reality as the announcer shouts into his microphone and explains that is why you are called Blaze. My lids open wide in an instant and panic appears in my eye glow. "It...he...it's you!" I think to myself and I suddenly understand your rage and your anger..."....I....WANTED TO...STOP...HIM!" I try to scream through the pain and my legs are twitching on the canvas. "PLEASE!...I...DID NOT...WANT...THAT TO...HAPPEN!" I try to explain as my eyes quiver from the Jumbotron to Daniel…

Blaze:
“It’s too late now Rob! You may not have done it but you align with that…that….weasel! Of course, maybe I should thank you because it wouldn’t have put me where I am today….as an elite wrestler. But you already knew that and if you didn’t, well…you are about to find out.”

I then drop you downward after one final squeeze and charge against the ropes behind you and slam my knee right into the back of your head as you fall forward. “And you Daniel. You are the reason for your friend's pain as well…because he is about to be in a world of hurt.”

I reach down and struggle to get you up as you are pretty much beaten to a pulp at this point and I grab you by the waist and lift you up and sit you down on top of the corner. I spit in my hand one time and wind back before smacking you hard across the face. “That slap is just one of many that you deserved.” The audience gets on their feet knowing what may be coming next.

Rob Hunter:
Who would have known who I'd face tonight...Blaze...a ghost from the past. And after this ghost haunted me already in my dreams, I'm trapped now in the ring with him. You let my head drop down on the canvas and I lay down shivering all over. I place my hands on the canvas and yank my head up a bit. My eyes wander around and stop at Daniel. My body is shaking as I try to push myself up, but I can only manage a few inches before suddenly your knee comes slamming down into my neck. "UFFFFFFF!" I collapse on the canvas again...Barely conscious and unable to get up by myself.

You hoist me up as your strong arms wrap around my body and sit me on the turnbuckle. My body is wobbly and my meaty pecs just twitch eventually. My arms dangling beside my body and as my hands touch the top rope I grab it in a reflex, trying to keep my balance and not fall over. SMACK! No time to even recover just a little bit, your hands slap hard against my cheek and my head snaps to the side. Spit and sweat is flying from my face. My lean muscled body is collapsing in this sitting position and slowly swinging from side to side. My head is ringing and my vision is blurred as fuck. My mouth starts drooling a bit and mixes up with the sweat that is running down my cheeks. "Ple...plea....please..." I whisper, just praying you'll have some mercy. "We...were...chil...dren..."

Blaze:
I slowly reach for your chin and pull it up as the saliva drips down from your mouth and into your cock. “You know….I’m a forgiving person Rob and I know that you aren’t to blame…fully. But…you have to pay for your mistakes.”

I reach down and tuck your head under my armpit while you are seated on the ropes and grab at your thighs. The announcers shot, “oh wow. It’s been a long time. Are we going to see it? Are we? Not the “Third Degree Burn” on Rob are we? This can’t be.” I then pull hard on your thighs and flip you upward on my shoulder and walk to the center of the ring and squeeze down hard on your thighs folding you in half…crushing your windpipe in the process. The ref comes to check on you to see if you are going to submit.

Rob Hunter:
I'm not able to do anything at this point of the match. And as the announcer and also the crowd is in anticipation of what is about to come now after the skeletons in my closet were revealed you tuck my head under your pit and fold my limp naked body up like a sack of potatoes and lift me upside down on your shoulder. My bare ass pointing up towards the ceiling...my butt cheeks spread...my rock hard throbbing cock pointing down towards my face and some drops of my thick juice drip down on my face. I hear you gasping and panting as my head is right beside yours. Our muscled traps pressing against each other. The ref gets closer...asking me to submit. And it's not that I wouldn't want to...but my thoughts are already outside my head and there is just emptiness. Emptiness and pain. And the only reaction you get from me are my grunts and groans as I'm broken and suffering in humiliation.

Blaze:
I turn for the cameraman so that he can get a good shot of your exposed hole as I laugh and look back at Daniel who has a scowl on his face. I glare back not bothered at all by how he or even you feel at this moment. I can feel your precum dripping on my shoulder. I can see your face in my peripherals…and also your shaft so close to your face. I crank down harder on your thighs knowing that you are flexible enough with some assistance and hear you yelp in pain as I try to guide the tip of your cock into your mouth. “Suck on that Rob!” I can hear you hacking as the air is being cut off and I know I almost got you. “Submit or go to sleep Rob…with your cock in your mouth”

Rob Hunter:
You show off your strength once again as you pull on my legs even more and fold my body up tighter and tighter. My oozing cockhead gets closer to my mouth and I suddenly can feel my own wet pisslit touching my soft lips and slowly sliding into my drooling mouth. Almost impossible to breathe, my body trembles and my muffled groans slowly get quieter. My muscles go limp and as the tension leaves my body I fold up even more and my veiny shaft slides deeper into my mouth, completely cutting off the air supply now. My mind is fading and my vision gets black. The hunter is broken...and packed up like a prey…

Blaze:
I can hear sloppy sounds in my right ear and can see the tip of your cock slipping into your mouth out of the corner of my eye. I start to bounce up and down slightly in the hold as your tip slides up and down in your mouth. “Are you still with us Rob?” I yell and then laugh. “Check him ref!” The ref is shocked by what he is seeing and gets closer. “Are you still with us Rob?” My furry pecs and abs dripping in sweat and my cock flopping up and down with each bounce as my precum is slung all over the canvas as I anxiously await for you to go to sleep and/or cum in your mouth….hoping for both.

Rob Hunter:
My body is wobbling in your hold and ass you realize my cock is inside my mouth you start bouncing up and down. My shaft is sliding in and out of my mouth as I am forced to skull fuck myself. It's almost impossible to hear my muffled grunts caused by the air that is leaving my mouth through my lips. A huge amount of pre is dripping onto my tongue but still it's not possible to realize what is happening here. I can't even hear the ref though he is close to my ear. And after my body was limp and wobbly it suddenly starts to tremble again and stiffens as my cum vein pumps up that thick white man juice...draining my balls and filling my own mouth with my babies. Several body parts start to twitch...my hole is clenching like crazy and with one last rope of cum my body shuts down and I am packed up, KOd and totally motionless on your muscled shoulders.

Blaze:
I laugh as I hear you moaning unsure if it is from pleasure or pain. I struggle to keep you in the hold much longer and know I have to end this soon. The moans start to slow down and I can see your eyes fluttering in the corner of my eye as you let out a low moan and I can see the base of your cock twitching and I can tell that you are cumming down your own throat. The ref can’t get a response and sees your eyes rolling back. He tries to raise your hand and knows that you are out. He turns and points. DING DING DING! I smile knowing that you have cummed down your throat and been KOed. The fans cheer. I turn and drop you hard In the middle of the ring. Your body bounces up upon impact.

Your body bounces limp off the mat and your cumshot shoots out of your mouth and splashes all over your face making you almost unrecognizable.

Rob Hunter:
I don't know what is happening at this point. I'm out and even as you drop me on the mats. My body just falls like a sack on the canvas and lays there spread eagle. My own load is still in my mouth but as my head falls motionless to the side a mix of saliva and cum is leaking out at the corner of my mouth.

Blaze:
I pull you toward the center of the ring by your ankle and drop down with my cock inches from your hole which is begging to be abused. I slowly slide forward and sensually as my cock drenched in sweat easily goes balls deep into you as I lay pressed against your body. I look at the ref. “Start the count.” The ref looks shocked and says, “you…already won.” “It isn’t good enough. Now count!” The ref hits the mat. “1” I start thrusting into your ass opening you up as you lay there barely moving while the cum drips out of your mouth. “2” I speed up the pace. “3!” He yells. I look back while biting my lip. “Count…to….ten. Do it!”

He continues to count as I thrust faster with my abs grinding against your balls, shaft, abs, and chest. “4…5….6….7…8…” I thrust faster and harder slamming into your hole. I start to feel myself close to cumming.

He gets to “9” and I lean back while yelling loud and on “10” my cock tightens and I can feel 5…6…7…8…squirts of cum into your ass….9 and a 10th shot to match the count.

I smirk down on you knowing that I have just tamed the muscle stud. I lean forward and lick the cum off of your face and suck the cum out of your mouth while leaning back and smiling for the camera with your load in my mouth. The audience starts to get louder and a collective gasp throughout the arena followed by a large “CRACK”

I feel instant pain for a split second and then my eyes roll back in my head as my body goes limp and your load drips out of my mouth and back down on your lips as I slump down on top of you. My cock still in your hole as my cum leaks out. Laying limp on top of your limp body. Daniel standing over us with a steel chair in his hand...

To be continued

Published: 2022-07-01, viewed 243 times.