Hostal Salazar

Previous Matches: 1st Match, 2nd Match

Announcer:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for a single fall, Loser Gets FUCKED! Making his way from the ring from London England, standing 5' 11" and weighing in at 214 lbs. He is the current Commonwealth Champion! EU-GENE SCCCCCOTTTTTT!!!"

Eugene’s Music

Eugene Scott:
The song "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing as I make my way to the ring wearing blue trunks, boots, and the Commonwealth Title around my waist. I come walking down the aisle, the crowd cheering for me as I'm well known for my undefeated streak here at Hotshots. Getting to the ring, I slide in under the ropes, and PUSH-UP to standing showing off my muscles. Climb my turnbuckle, and hold up my left arm, right hand over my chest. Finally drop down to my corner, take off the belt, and slide it safely under my buckle. Follow up by stretching on the ropes a bit while looking over at the entrance waiting for The Gladiator to come and join me in the squared circle for a dance.

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Announcer:
“And Hailing from the US, coming in at 6’1” and weighing 205 lbs. He is… THHHHEEE GLADIATOR!”

The Gladiator:
I charge out as the lights flash...mini flares shoot out as the announcer talks...a loud rowdy part of the crowd cheers me on. A few guys swatting my ass as I pass wearing my leather jock from my gladiator gear, red cape flowing behind

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Grab ropes...LEAP over into the ring...rush to 3 of the 4 corners.. climb the ropes..working up the crowd then head to my corner..take off the cape..fold it and drop it to the floor near my corner...spin around..bounce on my feet...flex..bounce pecs at ya.

Eugene Scott:
The Ref calls us to the center of the ring first and starts to go over them rules, talking a clean match under threat of disqualification. While I'm standing there with my hard unmoving bulge for you to see, I look you in the eyes. Hold my hand for a shake as a last act of civility before we start trying to fuck each other up, quite literally. "Good luck."

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The Gladiator:
See you offer the handshake...shake hands...then start to circle..then dive in...huge elbow and collar lock up....start to push you back...

Eugene Scott:
A nice strong shake gets a warm reaction from the crowd. You back away as the bell rings, me bring my hands upfront. You lunge in with a collar and elbow and so our dance starts...

I have a little bit of a weight advantage, you have a little bit of a height advantage, and so that all cancels out. As such I bring a knee into your gut, then use that to pull your head against my fuzzy chest, face against my right nipple while I get you in a side headlock.

The Gladiator:
Uggh..as you lock on a side headlock..wrap arms around your waist...SNAP you up...drop you down hard..tail bone slamming on my extended knee… in an atomic drop...

Eugene Scott:
You get a struggle out of me first, me not easy to just do things too, but ultimately you manage to lift me up and slam me down over your knee. I jerk up taking the impact and walk away from you with my left hand feeling my rump, turning back your way looking anything but pleased. I then jump and try to land a Dropkick to your chest, if it misses I roll away on my side to the ropes as quickly as I can.

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The Gladiator:
ARUAHRFAHGH..as you drop kick my chest...FLY back hard..slam the mat...both crashing to the canvas...push up...scramble to my feet...

Eugene Scott:
The kick landed with me falling to my side, I roll onto my back while bringing my knees to my chest. Proceed to kip up giving the crowd a nice look at my body while a camera records it well, the crowd letting out a cheer for the Commonwealth Champ.

Burning some gas in the tank to get up quickly, I then rush your way and try to throw a boot into your chest while you are getting up. Let's see if it hits.

The Gladiator:
as you showboat for the crowd...I get up...as you turn to face me...I return the favor with a HUGE DROP KICK to your chest and jaw...

Eugene Scott:
You get up quicker than I anticipated, so when I come rushing in, I'm forced to take that dropkick right to the jaw, it launching me across the ring on my side near the ropes. I lay there for a moment with my bell having got rung, shaking my head left to right. I get ready to roll out of the ring if you come my way aiming to foil whatever you might be thinking.

The Gladiator:
Shove off the mat..getting to my feet fast..see you across the ring...RUN over before you can roll out...STOMP back...gut a few times before you manage to roll out...

Eugene Scott:
If you are going to interrupt what I'm doing, turnabout is fair play. You land that stomp on my abs as you are moving quickly as lighting after rising back to your feet. The first stomp connects on my gut getting a growl out of me, but my hands wrap around your Gladiator boot. I don't let you just pull that back, but now I do slide out of the ring and give you a pull in the process aiming to drop to your back. If that works, I follow up by raising that boot and slamming the back of your knee down against the apron.

Ref ain't looking too pleased with me out of the ring, he gets ready to start his count.

The Gladiator:
Got one stomp in...as you grab my foot..yank..fall to my butt… yanked along the mat as you roll out..grabbing my foot before I can pull it back in… HARAHRHARHAHRHARHAHHRAHRHRHHRAHR..as it hits the side of the apron...roll on the mat pulling bod back in the ring...holding my leg...FUCCCKKK...

Eugene Scott:
I'm looking at you like a shark with blood in the water now, slide in right after while the Ref is getting huffy and starting his count. Back in the ring, I do a push-up of my own now similar to you earlier while you hold that leg. I then step on the ankle of that one I targeted, jump, and try to stomp my full body weight on the knee. Twist my boot heel side to side afterward like I'm putting out a smoke if it connects.

The Gladiator:
I see you jump up..roll to the side..as you miss my knee..pull the other knee in hard...SLAM it hard into your midsection...

Eugene Scott:
My stomp comes down on the canvas and echoes out, them announcers talking about how that move might cripple a person. You on your side still on the canvas, throw a boot into my midsection causing me to back while my left-hand feels the impact. You're getting some hits in on me today Jeff... My hands come up defensive as I gesture to you to rise. Fingers wiggling looking for a lock-up, I get ready to counter you if you try to grapple.

The Gladiator:
I shove up off the mat...knee still hurting a bit...but I DRILL in hard...hands wrapping around your glutes..as my shoulder DRIVES in hard to your gut..lifting you off the mat and SLAMMING your back into the turnbuckles...

Eugene Scott:
You go to start that grapple, and as I said, I'm ready for it. You get your hands on my tight ass, but that's when I shift grabbing the back of your leather jock, the other hand on your shoulder. I follow through with the grapple counter I set up by THROWING your shoulder first into the steel post, my fans cheering while a cameraman records the look on your face.

The Gladiator:
AhrhaHAHAHAHARHHHARHRHAHHRHARAHRHARHRHHRHAR....as my shoulder SLAMS the post...groaning as I stagger back..shaking out my arm..face distorted in pain...

Eugene Scott:
With that shoulder hurt... that knee hurt... let's see if I can land a debilitating move with you staggered. I come that way grabbing that arm, turning away from you while rising it up while turning away from you, my ass grazing against the bulge of your leather jock. Proceed to slam it down over my shoulder to the "OOOoooo" of the crowd. I ain't done yet, I go wrap my arms around your core, one hand around your back gripping your ribs, the other under your thigh next to me. I then try to lift you and slam you down on your back, me gripping hold of that hurt leg to follow in a moment.

The Gladiator:
HRAHRHRHARAH..as you work my shoulder hard....lifted..and slammed on my back...but before you can lock my leg up...I pull it back....kick you once..twice in the jaw...as I roll away to the ropes..grabbing them..pulling myself up...

Eugene Scott:
I slam you down, having a hold of that boot still, a look of a predator on my face. That changes when your other boot lands against my jaw once... Twice! Me letting out a holler as I roll away from you to the ropes. On my hands and knees, I shake my head while starting to rise using them with you having pulled yourself up on the ropes across the ring from me. I get ready to counter a charge if you try one.

The Gladiator:
Getting up...walk around..shaking out my leg...walking things out...recovering a bit..wave you on...

Eugene Scott:
I'm adjusting my jaw checking to make sure no teeth are loose from that, checking my vision too as you piled some head hits, all the while my body is showing a glisten from a layer of sweat, my bulge hard and unmoving like before. You don't come to me, so I come to you with hands raised defensively. When I get in range, I throw my left boot at your gut hoping to double you over. If you catch it, I jump up and land my other boot to the side of your head with a Step-Up Enziguri.

The Gladiator:
As you kick...I grab your foot but let go as you start to jump...yanking my head back so the kick misses my head...letting you slam on the back of your head and neck as your body twists from the kick...

Eugene Scott:
As soon as you start to pull on my boot, I tuck my head with my hands coming up behind it to protect my head, my body falling to my back under you. A deep growl from me as you see the anger building in my eyes, the crowd cheering for your quick evasion of the Enziguri. I then pull my boots to my chest, getting my foot free from your grip if you are still holding on, then proceed to throw both of them at the knee I've been targeting.

The Gladiator:
ARHAHRAHRHRHAHRHAR..as you kick my knee...stagger back...FUCCKK...as I shake it out...

Eugene Scott:
Knees to my chest, I kip up again to my feet, that layer of sweat really showing now, bulge the same as before, firm and solid. Having burned more gas in the tank to get up quickly, I then reach for the arm with the hurt shoulder... then quickly switch targets to the good one hoping to catch you off guard. If it works, I then Irish Whip you across the ring into a corner as hard as I can, forcing you to run on that bad leg as I do.

The Gladiator:
I feel you grab my arm...set me up for an Irish whip...but I start to reverse it and deliver a HUGE SHORT CLOTHESLINE to your throat and upper chest...

Eugene Scott:
Spinning around on that leg of yours has me surprised as you land the clothesline, me falling to the canvas with a loud clatter as your fans cheer for you. I cough looking up at you, anger showing... but I need a moment. I roll away to the ropes and get ready to roll out of the ring if you pursue me.

The Gladiator:
As you roll to the ropes...I do follow..grab the back of your gear before you can roll out...exposing your ass to the crowd... grabbing hair with one hand..gear with the other...YANKING you up....huge wedgie in the process...

Eugene Scott:
You follow after and again cut off my escape as you did before, grabbing the back of my trunks and hair and giving a tug. The crowd loves the display of my ass, but while you are revealing it I arm around the bottom rope, it digging into my elbow joint. When you try to hoist me up, I resist keeping myself grounded because my target is right in front of me. My left arm slams into the side of your bad knee while wrapping around it, the fabric of my trunks stretches from you pulling on it while the hard bulge of my crotch shows the same shape as before. Hoping the pain from the impact gives me the opening I need, I try to roll forward aiming to put you in a Calf Slicer.

The Gladiator:
RAJAJRAJRJARJAJAJRRAHGAHGH...as you slam my knee...drop to my ass...other leg kicks your side..shoving and rolling you out of the ring, down to the floor...

Eugene Scott:
You manage to spare yourself the submission hold by kicking me out of the ring. I lay there for a moment taking in breath while my fans on the other side of the barrier start to chant my name. While I'm taking a break down here pulling myself to my hands and knees, I get ready to dodge, just in case a flying gladiator comes my way. The Ref starts his count with me out of the ring... one... two...

The Gladiator:
I walk around the center of the ring..shaking out my leg..arm...loosening things up...recovering....listen as the ref counts...

Eugene Scott:
Pulling myself to standing on that there barricade, there is a kind fella on the other side... one of my fans offering me his bottle of water. I give you a cocky look, followed by me taking the bottle and a drink while my other hand adjusts my bulge and trunks. I eye you carefully while I'm there, all while the ref continues counting... three... four...

The Gladiator:
See you taking swigs of water...shaking my head as the count continues...

Eugene Scott:
I hand the bottle back to the fella as you don't seem to want to come out and play today. Proceed to step forward and slide back, push up to standing, preparing myself in case you think you can kick me while I'm down. Once I'm to my feet, my hands come up front defensive while I inch, a smirk on my face while I get close, me waiting for you to make the first move before I react to it.

The Gladiator:
I see you come back in the ring...hands up...I raise mine....dive in for another elbow and collar lock up..but almost immediately grab your head...SIDE HEADLOCK..grind it on hard..tight...

Eugene Scott:
And right when you come in for the collar and elbow, with us looking eye to eye is when I strike. You see, that swig I water I took, I didn't swallow. I knew I'd have to do something to catch you off guard as you keep predicting and countering what I'm doing. Our arms locked up, teeth slightly parted, I shoot out a fine mist of water vapor from my mouth over your face and into your eyes doing a little move I picked up out east called the Poison Mist.

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then try to follow by grabbing your head, turning my back to you, and attempting a solid Stunner like I'm that of the Austin 3:16 himself.

The Gladiator:
Ugghghg....as you spray water in my face..temporarily blinding me...as you hook my head...deliver the stunner…crash to the mat..seeing stars..laying on my back...

Eugene Scott:
The Ref ain't looking too pleased with me, but it was just water in your face, none of that toxic junk like some fellas do with the move. Now's my chance to clench this. With you stunned, I grab that hurt leg and pull you to the center of the ring, then clamp on the move I aimed for earlier, an Achilles Tendon lock. You've proven to be too dangerous to toy with here today, so I go for the submission now not bothering to strip as I normally would.

The Gladiator:
AHrhhrHRHHARHRAHRHHRHAHAHGHH..as you lock on the Achilles tendon lock.....try to reach the ropes.. screaming in pain...

Eugene Scott:
You are struggling to the ropes, screaming, and the crowd starting to chant for you to tap while the Ref is checking on you. You manage... to grab the rope, and you force a decision on my end. I have you in a lock and have been working that leg well, and I don't want to give up the lead I have, so I do something. I Keep it LOCKED ON. The Ref starts counting, and I milk every second... all the way to the count of four before I release and roll away from you.

"Should have tapped Jeff..." I growl while I'm on my hands and knees like a pitbull starting at you.

The Gladiator:
AhrhaHRHARHhrh...finally you release....pull the leg in...as I start to pull myself up..using the ropes...leg throbbing...

Eugene Scott:
You pull yourself up on the rope, I rise coming your way, raise my boot like I'm going to kick out your knee. ...it's a feint, and a deadly one at that as such a blow might just break the joint with how much I've worked it. As I'm kicking though, I quickly pull back my leg trying to grab your head. If my deception works, thread you through the ropes and put your chest on display while trapping your arms under the top one, hand pulling on your chin while the crowd gets a good old look at your spread body.

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The Gladiator:
Yanked up..tied in ropes..arms over the top rope..stretched back... thrashing in the ropes..trying to get free...

Eugene Scott:
I raise my right fist and whisper in your ear, "I wish you were naked right now..." I then start to pound my fist down on your chest, the same chest that took a drop kick and another kick earlier on at the start.

Hit after hit, the crowd counts along, 3.... 4... raise the fist up high and do a final heavy hit to the sternum leaving you hanging. Me debating if I should get ornery with you or go for the kill.

The Gladiator:
URHAARAURAU...ARUAGHGH.AYRAGHH...UGHGHGH...as you slam me a few times...bouncing in the ropes...hang there stunned...

Eugene Scott:
What can I say... you're too damn handsome. I drop to my knees grabbing that Leather Jock of yours and pull it down your legs revealing your dick to the crowd. A wave of white light from camera phones flashes over us while I'm pulling them off your boots, then I drop it to the canvas. Normally I'd toss it to the crowd, but I respect the leather, so you get to keep it. I then pull you loose from the ropes turning back to back, and try to put you in... a Gory Special.

The Gladiator:
My battered body offers little resistance as you strip me and hang me back to back ...feet kicking wildly…huge hung cock bouncing as I kick...

Eugene Scott:
I give you another chance to surrender, I yell it while you are kicking hoping to end you here. "Give UP!" The crowd chants for it, and the Ref is asking while your sweaty body is on display. I give you exactly 3 seconds to give before I follow up with something nasty.

The Gladiator:
The ref grins...as he asks if I want to give..he grabs my rod..starts to stroke it a bit a few strokes…

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My cock starting to harden... but I don't submit...distracted by the guy stroking my rod...

Eugene Scott:
I see our perverted Ref give you his hand. It gets a giggle out of me. I pull you away from him so I can follow up, my hands coming down to grab your ankles and in the process Really stretching your pecs out. Once I have hold, I release your arms and slam you backward face first, full chest, and even your hard cock into the canvas. The crowd "Oooosss" the announcers talk about how they've never seen me do this before. Let's see how you take it.

The Gladiator:
AARAHHGHRHAHGHGAHAHGAHGHG slammed hard to the mat...dazed…shaking head out as I land hard on the mat...

Eugene Scott:
Now it's time for the finish. I rise with you stunned, thumbs coming to the sides of my trunks and dropping them, the sound of a heavy object falling to the canvas as I wear a metal cup these days in case cheaters go for a cheap low blow on me. I stand there naked, my hard engorged cock handing out for the crowd to see, slick as a stone in a river.

I drop down over the top of you grabbing your hips and go to shove my cock into your ass, each inch coming nice and slow so the camera can record the look on your face. Once I'm fully mounted in you, I reach for your arms, the good one first.

The Gladiator:
NOOOOOOOO...as I feel you press your cock on..then in my ass..squirming on the canvas...NOOOOOOOOO...

Eugene Scott:
Every inch of it is inside of you, the crowd is going wild, and the Announcers talking about another victory claimed. You feel my hard 9 inches inside of me while you call out...

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I then hook those arms into a Full Nelson... a Full Sex Nelson. Flipping you over with your hard cock on display, I rub it with my foot while you are stuck in my finisher. I then start to thrust my hips waiting for you to give up, but either way, you will be bred.

The Gladiator:
Grunting as I ride your cock in my tight hole...as I pulse my chute around your cock suddenly rolled over..in a full nelson..9 inch cock throbbing..pressing on my abs as I struggle in the hold...AHRHARHAHRHAHGRUFUCCK…neck on fire..ass being drilled...

Eugene Scott:
I thrust hard into you Jeff... I growl in your ear as the thrusting gets fast, "YELL IT. SCREAM IT. GIVE UP!" The Ref is on his knees next to us while I'm fucking you. The crowd is screaming for it, everyone knowing this is the end. I get closer to shooting my load inside of you, but I bite my lip to hold it back just a little longer.

The Gladiator:
AHRAHHFUFCCKKKKKNOOOO

Eugene Scott:
That perverted Ref gets ornery too... since he has already been so grabby... he grabs your cock and starts to stroke it.

The Gladiator:
As I try to hold out…ARUFUCCKKKKNOOOO…as the ref grabs my rod...jerking it…as I moan...and groan..in the hold…ref grins...suddenly the ref lets go of my shaft...grabs my nuts and GRINDS HARD
RHARHAHRHAGHHRAHGHHRHGHRHHGHRHHGHRHGHRHHGHRHGHHGHG
…as I arch hard in the nelson…so much pain...NOOO MOREEE.......GIIIVEEEE...I GIVEEE..as he pulses my nuts…cum starts to BLAST out onto my chest...

Eugene Scott:
The Ref raises his cum covered hand showing your submission, the bell ringing while I continue to fuck you...

Announcer:
"The Winner by Submission in the Full Sex Nelson, EU-GENE SSSSCCCCOOOOOOTTTTTTT!"

Eugene Scott:
The crowd goes wild while I hold you there with you giving in submission, a camera tracing your body and putting it on the big screen.

You feel it then, the moment in which my boys start to pump… and pump… and PUMP into you. When it happens I let out a billowing ROAR in your ears, the load filling up your tank and leaking out of you hot at cream stew. The cameras see it coming out of you, the image on the big screen display, and the crowd continues to cheer.

The Gladiator:
As you keep me in the nelson...I see the ref stand up...strip...then sits down on my chest as I scream in the nelson slapping his hard cock against my face...

Eugene Scott:
I have to say Jeff, in all my years, I've never encountered such a horny Ref before. I don't mind a three-way with him while he slaps his fat cock against your face.

Eugene Scott:
He waits for you to open your mouth, then shoves his cock in so he face can fuck you. I'm more than happy to hold you for it.

The Gladiator:
I’m helpless...hot guy fucking my tight ass..locked in his nelson..as the supposed ref that wanted a clean match...sits naked on my chest..slapping his cock on my face....as there is more pressure in the nelson...I scream out...and the ref SHOVES his dick in my mouth…AGHGH.GHGH...GHGAH..gagging on it as I also ride your rod...

Eugene Scott:
My cock is starting to reach the point of overstimulation inside of you, but this show just keeps going. I hold you while he fucks your face, and soo erupts a fat load. He pulls it out and jerks his rod over your mouth letting the cum drain on your face.

Once he is done dripping, he rises up having added his contribution to the match. I then move to finish our encounter, I flip us over on your front, my hand coming off the bad shoulder as the only act of kindness, and then move to cover your cum filled mouth. I start to put you out while thrusting my lubricated cock in your ass some more.

The Gladiator:
Face down on the mat..mouth covered in cum as you thrust harder...as you cover my mouth..working on a sleeper...

Eugene Scott:
I feel you starting to fade. A final Deep thrust into you before I clamp both arms around your neck to finish the job. The Ref raises your hand and lets it fall once... twice... maybe a third to show you are out.

The Gladiator:
Gughhg..ghgh.as my arms fall once..twice...three times...

Eugene Scott:
I finally release and slap the side of your face playfully. "Good night Jeff." I then push off of you, my cock sliding out of your hole and flex for the crowd. Rise up to standing over you while a Cameraman takes a panning shot of my ass for them fellas in the back to dream of.

Published: 2023-02-12, viewed 119 times.