School for Jobbers

In the Hotshots Arena

The Challengers

Jimmy Shamrock:

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Rob Hunter:

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The Fight

Jimmy Shamrock:
I head out to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as I walk down the aisle. Wearing my customary white speedos with the big green shamrock over the bulge, my white boots, with white and green elbow and knee pads, I slide under the ropes and into the ring. I take my slim but strong 5'11, 165 lb frame and stretch it on the ropes waiting for you to come out. I know this match is going to be a challenge for me. You've already beaten my partner, Tua, and I in a 2v1 matchup. This time though, I'm prepared. I think.

Rob Hunter:
Even though I already defeated this cute little boy in a 2v1 match when he teamed up with his boyfriend Tua, I'm standing in the ring again with this brave Islander. I make my way to the ring after you. Some fans giving me high fives, but I don't even look at them. My eyes are glued on you as I approach the ring. I jump up the apron and stand outside with both hands on the top rope. "Good to see you again...Jimmy..." I grin evil and step through the ropes without losing sight of you. I head to my corner and start jumping on my toes. "Hope you are ready for this!" saying mischievously and smirk as I flex a double biceps towards you.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I watch you make your way down the aisle and into the ring, noticing how you don't take your eyes off of me for even a second. Your evil grin gives me a moment's pause. Do you have something planned for me? If you do, I suppose I'll find out in time. You try to intimidate me by flexing your bigger muscles in my direction, but I'm determined not to be intimidated. As I walk to the center of the ring, I flex my smaller muscles right back at you. "Think you can handle me?" I ask, giving you a wink and miming blowing a kiss. The ref doesn't bother to pat me down as he goes over the rules. It's a No Holds Barred match where the winner is determined by pin, submission, or knockout. Nodding my understanding and agreement, I bounce back and forth on the balls of my feet waiting for the bell.

Rob Hunter:
I put my arms down slowly and my stare down seems endless. I don't even blink as we got closer and you start flexing back towards me. My face expression doesn't change at all. It's the perfect pokerface. But instead of showing no expression, my face is decorated with a slightly evil grin. The ref explains the rules as we stand front to front. It's clear who's got some advantages beforehand. Standing 6'0 weighing in 175lbs I'm a bit bigger than you. And as the ref explains the rules my bulge is already tenting. I nod. The bell rings. DING DING! And I reach out my hand. "Fair match, ok?"

Jimmy Shamrock:
Still with that evil, unchanging grin on your face. I wonder if you've taken the same "evil grin" lessons as your new tag team partner has. You hold out your hand and while normally I would shake with no hesitation, the look on your face gives me a slight pause. The bell has already rung, so I wonder if it might be a trap. But slowly, warily, I bring my hand up and shake yours. "Fair match," I say, adjusting my growing bulge.

Rob Hunter:
You shake my hand and I am impressed how much you seem to trust me. I tighten my grip. Showing off my strength a bit and then instantly let go. I take one...two...three steps back and smile. "Is that already something oozing through your Speedos?" I point with one finger on your bulge...of course it's a trap...just to distract you...and just in the moment I finish my sentence I charge towards you. My shoulder low and I use my weight advantage to spear your abs, trying to knock you on your back.

Jimmy Shamrock:
You squeeze my hand tight, and though it hurts I try not to show it. You take a couple of steps back, but I don't move. I'm watching you intently expecting your attack when you point at my bulge. Fuck, am I leaking already? I look down for just a second, but that second costs me. As I look back up you're already charging. I'm able to flex my abs before you hit taking away some of the impact, but I'm still taken off my feet. I land on my back and grunt, then try to roll away. I want to create some distance so I can get back to my feet. I curse my own stupidity.

Rob Hunter:
I land right beside you after the takedown and I'm back on my knees fast. I look at you crawling away and place my feet on the canvas again. Standing up straight. "Don't worry boy! It won't take long until you ARE!" I smile and follow you. Starting slowly and then speeding up as you try to get some distance. When I am close I raise my right leg and STOMP your lower back. "Where you wanna go huh?" I STOMP your back again before I reach down and grab your hair. I yank you up roughly and then WHIP you into the opposite corner with full speed.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I roll, but you're right there on me. You stomp my back once, then twice. Before I know it I'm yanked up by my hair and whipped hard into the corner. My back hits and I groan out. I know I need to figure out how to turn the tide. Wincing slightly, I look up trying to locate you hoping I can figure out a counter before you're able to follow up.

Rob Hunter:
Your back hits the corner and the crowd is already excited as this match seems to go a pretty obvious way already. I scratch my feet on the floor like a bull before charging towards the Muleta. I kickstart with high speed and I make it look like I would jump up, going for a full body splash. But right in front of you I jump up, aiming a Shotgun Dropkick towards your head.

Jimmy Shamrock:
As I locate you, you're already charging towards me. You make to jump like you're going for a splash and I flinch, expecting to see you rise in the air. But when you don't jump I think you're instead going to try to clothesline or spear me, so I start to drop down to my butt to get out of the way. If you had gone for running knee I'd probably be screwed, but I get a little lucky that you aim a high dropkick at where my head should be.

Rob Hunter:
I was sure to distract you. But this time your lucky charm was on your side. I should've known from this little leprechaun. I can't avoid it as I am already in mid air. You drop down on your butt and I jump right into the corner turnbuckle. ARGGHHH I crash down between the ropes and land on the canvas in the corner right beside you. My legs aching and I push myself on my side, my face is a bit grimaced and I am focusing on you. You're close...and I reach over...grabbing your head and as my legs are still aching I pull you closer, trying to get you in a tight sleeper hold with my lean muscled arm flexing around your neck.

Jimmy Shamrock:
You're relentless. I thought I'd have more time to recover and plan my attack but as I'm starting to pull myself up your arm wraps around my head and pulls me into a sleeper hold. Your arms are already tightly flexed around my neck and my face is red. I can't get any air. I immediately start sending elbows backwards at your chest, abs, head, anything I can reach to try to get you to loosen your grip at the very least.

Rob Hunter:
"HMMMM YEAH I GOT YOU JIMMYBOY!" I bark and the crowd is cheering for me as I got you in this dangerous hold. But I'm not surprised that you're still fighting back. Your elbow throws back at me and UNGH UNGH UNGH slams into my upper body...hitting several spots. Luckily you're not close enough to hit something more vulnerable like my head. But still you got more power than I thought. I instantly release the sleeper and pivot my legs. I realize the pain isn't that bad anymore and I kick with both of my heels right into your back to push you away from me. I roll back up on my knees and then push up on my feet...watching you closely. "COME ON BOY! GIVE ME WHAT YOU GOT!" I shout as I wave at you.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My elbows might not be the most elegant solution, but at least they're effective. You release your hold and slam your heels into my back to push me away. I roll over away from you and get up to my feet, though I'm slower than you are. I take a few deep breaths as you taunt me, waving me to attack. I think if I attack you directly, you'll have your way with me again so I decide to try something that's hopefully unexpected. I charge at you holding my arm out as though I'm going for a clothesline. But instead of attacking, I try to dodge and get around you heading for the ropes. I leap up and springboard off of them, trying to find your head so I can wrap my arm around it for a reverse DDT.

Rob Hunter:
Your chest is heaving as you get back up. You do as I wanted to and you charge at me. Your arm up for a clothesline and I smirk as this was way too obvious. I duck down and turn around to catch you off guard. But you're not. It was your intention all the time and I cannot react quick enough as you springboard towards me, grabbing my head perfectly with your arm and you slam me down with a surprising DDT. THUD! The crowd's OOOOOHHHHHHs as you not only surprised me..."WOOOAAAHHHH JIMMY JUST CAME BACK HERE! WHAT A TURNAROUND!" the announcer screams into his mic as I am stunned for a bit...I start rolling towards the ropes getting a distance to you.

Jimmy Shamrock:
The crowd seems stunned that I got you off your feet. I bounce back up to my feet feeling real momentum for the first time. I notice you crawling away. "No you don't..." I say, sending a couple of stomps into your lower back to slow you down. I grab you by the hair and lift you to your feet, opting to hit you with a quick European uppercut before grabbing your arm and whipping you towards the corner. I charge close behind you, my arm outstretched, this time really trying to hit you with a clothesline, trying to time it so that I connect right after you collide with the turnbuckles. If my timing is good, I intend to follow it up by going for a running bulldog.

Rob Hunter:
You seem to be off the leash now. Right as I try to get away from you I already feel you coming closer again. UGH UGH! I grunt as you stomp my back and pull me up on my feet, leaning with my back against the corner. And there already comes your next attack. I can't fully avoid it, but I throw my arms in front of my face to guard me from the full impact. My arms right in front of you...you grab one of them and fling me across the ring towards the other corner. I can hear your steps behind me and I know you wanna keep working on me. As I reach the turnbuckle I don't waist time and try my luck this time to spin to the side and let you crash against the steel post. I kneel down behind you as my arm suddenly comes up between your legs. I grab your bulge and I can feel how much you like this match so far. I cannot help but grin and I use that momentum now to shift your weight, roll you around and as you are facing me again I try to knock you back with a surprising Kick aiming for your head.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My heavy footsteps give me away as I'm sprinting after you like a charging rhino. You move out of the way just after you hit the turnbuckle and since I was following so close it leaves me with no time to react. I hit chest-first into the corner. With an almost beautiful grace you slide behind me, reaching through my legs and grabbing my bulge. My momentum carries me backwards right into the roll and onto my knees where your boot connects solidly with my head. It's not the hardest I've ever been kicked, but it's easily enough to daze me and stop any momentum I had dead in it's tracks. I wobble back and forth on my knees threatening to fall over at any moment.

Rob Hunter:
I could manage to reverse your momentum back on you and after my kick connected good with your head I see you wobbly on your knees. I land on my feet. Standing in front of you. I love that exhausted face expression as you are dazed from the hit. "Maybe you are interested in how much I like this match!" pointing with my thumb on my bulge, which is already double the size as before. And the first cum stains also are visible. I step towards you, grab your dazed head and I jump up, catching your neck with my lean muscled legs as I fall down on my back, dragging you with me as I am going to trap you in a tight head scissor. I pull your head closer into my wet crotch. "THAT'S how much I like it! I smile as I roll from side to side and flex my steel hard quads around your head.

Jimmy Shamrock:
Even dazed, I can see how much you've grown. You taunt me with it, showing me the stains on your speedo. My bulge twitches against the big green shamrock, a dark spot forming on it as I leak. You wrap your legs around my head pulling me in tight to your crotch. Your legs flex around my head, showing off their power. My hands grip your thighs trying to pull them apart but it's no use. Sweat drips from my forehead onto your legs and crotch. My hot breath hits against it as I struggle. One of my hands slides up to your bulge, rubbing it and feeling how hard you are. My other goes to your balls and begins to massage them. Then, without warning, my fingers clench around your balls, squeezing and twisting them trying to get you to release your headscissors.

Rob Hunter:
I moan as I feel your hot breath over my bulge. My cock starts raging behind the fabrics and pumps like crazy as your hands slide up and around my balls. It's like he wants to get released...You're clearly struggling but then AAARRGGGGHHHH you claw my manhood with your fingers and start twisting my nuts. "FUUUUCK!!!" I yell out and release the scissor again rolling to the side nursing my balls. My face grimacing and I slowly push myself up on my knees and then on my feet..."Alright boy...you want the devil...you can have the devil..." I grunt as the crowd is in total excitement from the heat in here. I stumble around you and let you get back up again...I try to sneak behind you...and before you are fully standing again I'm tying to wrap my arms around you, twist you towards me and coming at you with a Ribcord Knee aiming for your face.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My claw had the desired effect. You release and roll away from me. I start to stand, still a little unsteady from your kick. Just as I'm about to straighten up, your arms wrap around my waist. I bring my elbow up and swing it around as you twist me trying to catch you in the side of the head before you can follow it up. If I'm able to connect, I intend to follow it up by grabbing your head and leaping, bringing my knees to your chest, and falling backwards, pulling you with me and dragging your head into my knees with a Codebreaker.

Rob Hunter:
My arms are wrapped around your waist and just as I was about to twist you towards me you throw your elbow back again. But this time aiming for my head. You hit my temple and stun me for a short moment. UNGH! It's enough time to follow it up with your next move and you slam me down with a nasty Codebreaker. UGGGGGHHH! I flop on the canvas and roll around moaning and grunting. My head is dizzy and I roll towards the ropes. I feel the bottom rope is right over me and I take one more roll to drop out of the ring as the crowd is now cheering for you after your surprising comeback.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I watch you roll outside to the floor. I know you need a break, and I don't intend to give you one. I shake out my head, then run towards the opposite ropes to get some momentum going, then bounce off and sprint towards where you are. I leap and dive over the top rope using my body like a missile, flipping over in midair and trying to collide with you.

Rob Hunter:
I drop on the floor outside the ring and I start stumbling back. I look around, trying to locate everything again and I see you moving towards the other side of the ring pretty fast. My vision gets clearer again and I recognize your silhouette as you come rushing towards me. I know I need to do something or I will take another assault. I try to position myself good...totally focused on you as you come flying down. I roar like a wild animal as I catch you right as you spin with your legs towards me. The back of your knees at my shoulders. I start acting quick now and hook my legs around your arms. You're hanging upside down on front of me. "EAT THAT!" I shout as I am trying to slam your front down onto the concrete with that devastating counter.

Jimmy Shamrock:
They say fortune favors the bold, but they never really talk much about the times when an attempt a something risky doesn't pay off. As I leap and flip, I see you're looking much too confident and focused. It's about then that I know I'm pretty much fucked. You catch my legs in midair. Momentum takes my head down to the thin mats that cover the concrete, dazing me completely. As you hook my arms and jump forward, I have no recourse to block the impact. My chest and face slam into the mats, and I'm left groaning on the ground.

Rob Hunter:
This match already took a toll on me and you are tougher than expected. I sigh in relief that my attempt was successful and you are groaning under me on the floor. I push myself up on all four over you and your smooth bubble ass is right under my face. I grin behind my grimace and take a few deep breaths. I give your ass cheeks a slap with my flat hand and then reach for your legs. You are in the perfect position for some little pain now. I pull up your legs and shove them under my sweaty pits. "THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD FOR OUR LITTLE ISLANDER!" the ref screams as he already know what I'm about to do. I bend you more and more. My ass is squatting down deeper and deeper until our slightly covered ass cheeks meet and press against each other. Stretching you out with your bulge on full display now in this vicious Boston Crab. "LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM BOY!" I yell out as I start to bounce up and down a bit.

Jimmy Shamrock:
Barely moving underneath you, you keep your body weight on me. Your hard slaps to my cheeks jiggle them under my speedo, and as you pull my legs up and lock them under your pits I know I'm in trouble. You squat down on my back, pulling my legs and lower abs in the air. My bulge is pressed tight against my speedo so that everyone can see the outline of it. You ask me to scream, and I oblige, the pain overwhelming me. I pound a fist into the thin padding. Slowly, painfully, I try to push with my arms, trying to push my torso up and take some of the pressure off of my back and quads. Then I jerk my quads forward, trying to get you off balance before I flex my powerful abs and twist my legs hoping it's enough to throw you off of me.

Rob Hunter:
I bend you over like a pretzel. I heard you like them. So I give you an extra salty. You try to push up and buck under me as you flex your whole trained body. I can clearly feel how your power tries to flex up and get out of the hold. Surprised by your strength I know I need to adjust something or I probably will lose balance and lose the hold. I let your left leg drop down so I can focus with all my power on your right one. I hold it with both hands, bending and twisting you now in a Single Leg Boston Crab. "I SAID SCREAM BOY!" I scream in rage before I STOMP your back with my heel.

Jimmy Shamrock:
You budge but I don't have the strength to break through your hold. Instead you shift to a single leg variant. As you bend and twist my leg in unnatural angles, I cry out. It's not enough for you though. You stomp my back hard and command me to scream louder. I scream in pain, my cries drowning out the crowd noise. The referee comes over to ask if I submit. I shake my head and yell "No!", though with my eyes shut tight and my teeth gnashing together, my face looks as though it's a mask of agony.

Rob Hunter:
I got you again but this time I feel more control over you. And there it is! You start screaming and and my stomp only increases it. "FEELS GOOD?" You refuse to give. And that only tells me you want more. I slide down one hand over your hard bulge. "Maybe this could change your mind boy..." I mumble and now I'm letting you taste your own medicine as I CLAW my fingers deep into the nerves around your ballsack. "ASK HIM AGAIN!" I scream towards the ref as my face slowly reddens and sweat is dripping from my forehead. The crowd is going crazy as they can feel the sizzling atmosphere.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I feel your hand slide over my bulge. I think for a moment you're going to be gentle with me, but that clearly isn't in your nature. At least not during the match. Your fingers dig in around my balls, sending waves of pain coursing through my body. "Fuuuuck!" I cry out, along with a long string of my choicest swear words and insults. I writhe and squirm under you as the referee asks again if I want to give. "No..." I groan, shaking my head once more. Sweat drips freely from my body onto the padding. My pale body glistens under the lights. I dig my fingers into the padding and try to plant my one free foot on the mats, trying to get a firm foothold. I then try to shoot my body forward, trying to surprise you with a surge of sudden movement. As I move forward I try to plant that same foot on your ass and push you off, hoping to break the hold.

Rob Hunter:
Your stamina is impressive. And the amount of pain you can take also. You start bucking again under me after you refused to give. The ref gets up again and I am starting to get furious. I let your leg drop down and even give it an extra push as I stomp on the concrete in frustration. But you got me raging now. I walk over your body and kneel down to grab a fistful of your head. I lean in. "You'll love this boy!" knowing that I'm fully sweaty now, I yank your head back roughly and tuck it under my sweat dripping armpit with your face smothering the soft smooth skin. I bend you over like a pretzel again, one arm hooked with mine. I clench my teeth. as I let you drink my pouring sweat. "GIVE!" I yell out and the ref comes closer again.

Jimmy Shamrock:
You slam my leg down on the ground, causing me to give a small yelp. As I hear you stomping around on the concrete I know my resilience has you frustrated. I slowly try to crawl away from you, but you're quickly on me again, pulling my hair back and telling me I'm going to love what comes next. You wrap your sweaty pit around my face and yank back, putting me through more agony. I scream once more, breathing in your sweaty musk. You scream at me to give up, and the referee comes over and asks again if I want to submit. "N...nooo..." I moan weakly into your pit. Though I'm in a tremendous amount of pain, being trapped in your pit turns me on to the extent that I can push at least some of the pain to the back of my mind. My tongue licks up some of your sweat. Still with some range of motion in my arm, I try to reach for your eye to rake it.

Rob Hunter:
You're still not giving in. My frustration and my anger are driving me wild. I know your body must be under a huge pain now and I'm impressed you're still resisting. I'm distracted as you start licking my sweaty pit and it keeps me from turning my head away. At least I don't get caught in your full grip...But still you send a stinging pain through my face and I instantly let you drop down face first into the floor. "YOU DIRTY BASTARD!" I yell loud as I shake my head and rub my cheek and back away from you. "GET UP AND FIGHT!" I growl and stalk around you like a hungry lion.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My face hits the floor when you let go. My gambit has paid off as I'm not put in another submission hold, though I've paid a heavy price. As I try to push myself up to a kneeling position, my back feels like it's on fire. I use the apron to get myself up to my feet. I have a noticeable limp whenever I put weight on my right leg. I turn around, seeing you stalking me like I'm prey. Your face is furious, looking as though you want me to die a thousand painful deaths. To piss you off more, hoping to goad you into something stupid, I simply smirk at you and wave my hand, inviting you to attack.

Rob Hunter:
Still sneaking around you I know you are tougher than I thought. And I know you are able to pull some tricks up your sleeve. But so do I. I know you must be pretty exhausted. But that doesn't mean I underestimate you. I walk up and down and without any warning I rush in with my shoulder low making it look like a spear to your core trying to get your guard down. But then I suddenly straighten up and catch your head as I jump going to slam you face down into the floor again. yt

Jimmy Shamrock:
I see you charge without warning, looking extremely reckless. I think for a moment I have you as you lower your shoulder. I step aside, wincing as I push off with my bad leg, intending to cause you to ram shoulder first into the apron. But you have the record you have for a reason and once again you're one step ahead of me. You suddenly pull up, jumping and grabbing my head. If I had been healthy, maybe I could have shrugged you off or avoided it. But with my movements limited and my head slightly dazed, I'm left wide open and unprepared for the sudden change in attacks. As I'm pulled down the best I can do is put a hand out to try to break the fall somewhat, but I still hit the ground hard.

Rob Hunter:
My attack was successful. Luckily. And the crowds OOOOOHHHHHHHs filling the atmosphere again. We both slam down in that move and I roll on my knees, throw my head back into my neck and roar loud towards the ceiling. I know I'm pretty close to finish you off and I stumble towards you, grabbing your hair again and drag you with me. Right in front of the apron I tuck your head again under my wet smelly armpit. My hand grabs the waistband of your Speedos, giving you a tight wedgie before I pull you up, spin you around and going to slam you up on the apron.

Jimmy Shamrock:
Your roar fills the arena. You drag me up by my hair, positioning me by the apron before yanking my speedos halfway up my ass and slamming me on the apron. My back hits the edge sending shockwaves of pain through me. I grab the ropes to keep me from falling back to the floor and arch my back, yelling out. I try to roll myself into the ring if for no other reason than to give myself a moment to recover.

Rob Hunter:
The ring shakes under a loud THUD as you land right on the apron. My eyes follow you as you try to escape back into the ring. "You think it's safe in there?" I mumble and get up the apron only to slide in right after you. I'm taking a few deep breaths as I watch you on the canvas trying to recover. I push myself up and stalk you with an evil grin. I reach down, grab a fistful of your hair again and tuck your head under my armpit.I grab the back of your knee with one hand. "Time to finish this huh?" I mumble before I pull and hoist you up going for a devastating Bizarro Driver to slam your lean body back into the canvas again.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I roll in, panting hard. You've put me through hell, barely giving me a moment to breathe since my ill-fated dive outside the ring. I lay on my back in the ring, my chest heaving, taking as many breaths as I can as I watch you stalk me. You decide I've had enough rest though as you grab my head and lift me up, setting me up for your Bizarro Driver. You lift me up and spin me over, driving my back hard into the canvas. My leg kicks out weakly against the mat and I groan in pain.

Rob Hunter:
The ring is shaking under the impact and the cute Islander takes another assault. My chest is heaving as I roll on my knees and see you weakened on the canvas groaning in pain. "Don't worry boy...I know how to get that energy out of you!" I grunt and I need to push out my words under some heavy breathing. I grab your head again and drag you with me towards the ropes. I slide out of the ring without letting your hair go. I pull on your upper body to let it soar off the apron before I push you up, hooking your arms around the bottom rope. I tug on your knees...letting them hang over the edge.

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Your hard and throbbing bulge on full display for the crowd. I slide back into the ring and appear behind you. I'm down on my knees as I snake my right arm around your head. My pit is even more musky now....and I press your face deep into it. "How's that smell huh?" I mumble mischievously as I choke you in a Dragon Sleeper variation.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I'm utterly spent. My chest rises and falls steadily and my head rolls back and forth, but I show little other signs of movement. I offer little resistance as you drag my body like a carcass to the side of the ring, pulling me out and hanging me like a trophy for the fans to gawk and marvel at. A few point at me and chuckle as my bulge presses tightly against my speedo. Your arm wraps around my head and I catch a whiff of your musk before you squeeze tight, choking off my air supply. I stir feebly, squirming against you, my body jerking as it tries to find air. But I just don't have the energy to put up a proper fight anymore. There are worse ways to go out, I suppose...

Rob Hunter:
I got you in this humiliating position and I can hear the crowd chanting together. "MILK HIM! MILK HIM!" and I smile. "Think we should give them what they paid for huh?" I whisper towards your head, not sure if you can even hear me. I know you're weak already but you also must be boned up to the max. I slide my free hand over your chiseled abs down into your speedos. "HELL YEAH that's what I call hard!" I smile and pull your rock hard dick out of your white gear. I start stroking you...the amount of pre is already enough to slide easily over your shaft with my fingers. My thumb eventually presses on your pisslit and then rubbing over your cockhead...I can see the cameraman coming closer, looking for the the best shot...and so am I! "Show them your best side now Jimmyboy..." I smirk as I stroke you faster and faster.

Jimmy Shamrock:
The crowd chants for my humiliation before you put me out. Never one to disappoint, you whisper to me that they should get what they want. You shift your weight forward and whether it's on purpose or not I don't know. Regardless, your arm moves slightly allowing me small amounts of air which keeps me conscious for what comes next. You pull out my throbbing 7" cock, working my head and slit before starting to stroke me faster and faster. I start to moan into your pit as you expertly work my shaft. It's not long before I can feel it start to build up inside me. You know how to push every one of my buttons in just the right way.

Rob Hunter:
I lean back a bit more again, stretching your ripped body and putting it on full display for the guys watching. Some of them already joining in and stroking their throbbing cocks. "I knew they would like it boy. Give them your best shot! The spotlight is on you!" I taunt you...knowing that you wanted to be in the middle of attention from the start...in a bit different way though. I keep on working on your shaft. I can feel the cum vein pulsating and I know you should be close to lose your load all over the floor. "Let's see if you can hit the camera champ!" I grin evil, aiming with your cock right on the lens and I slide and snake my fingers around your cock until I feel the hot juice pumping up. I start squeezing your cum vein, putting up a huge pressure on your gun...just to release all the tension at once as soon as you are on your climax trying to make you shoot as far as possible.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I'm getting closer and closer, feeling you aiming my cock now as you stroke, asking me if I can hit the camera. I'm throbbing hard, moaning and squirming against you. I can feel you squeezing my cum vein and know you want maximum distance from me. My hands find your thighs and squeezes them as I try to let you know it's almost time. My body tenses up, my breathing gets heavy, and with a loud groan I explode just as you release the tension on my vein. Thick, warm ropes of cum fire out of me. Your aim was true - one of my strings of cum lands on the lens of the camera. More shoots an impressive distance, some even reaching the front row. My chest heaves as you drain me. My pale body shakes from the orgasm, and finally my arms drop to my sides on the edge of the ring.

Rob Hunter:
I smile as if I would be proud of you for that massive shot. The distance is impressive and you turn the front row into a splash zone. "Good boy!" I mumble and slide my hand up your ripped abs rubbing your sweaty skin. Your body goes limp and your arms drop down on your sides. "GENTLEMEN! SEEMS LIKE JIMMY JUST LOST NOT ONLY HIS JUICE BUT ALSO HIS CONSCIOUSNESS!" the announcer screams as the ref slides in, grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm up before letting it drop down counting "ONE!". Don't worry boy...you were the star tonight!" I whisper as the ref drops your arm a second time counting "TWO!". I raise my free arm and hit a biceps pose, letting my peak bounce up and down as the ref finally drops your arm again counting "THREE!" DING DING DING! "ROB HUNTER WINS BY KO!!!" the crowd is going nuts and more than 50% of them are shooting their loads onto the floor as your massive and record-breaking Cumshot gets played on the huge Jumbotron over the ring in repeat.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My arm drops a third time. The bell rings, the crowd nuts or cheers, the bell rings, and you're announced as the winner. I'm aware of none of it. Passed out from your sleeper, my body simply hangs limply over the edge of the apron held up only by my arms being draped over the ropes. Then slowly I start to awaken. I'm aware of the crowd first. They're chanting your name. I look down and see my cock is hanging out, and I see drips of cum on the floor. I look around now and see your hands raised in victory. A pretty clear picture forms in my mind and I can piece together what happened, knowing I've lost. Dejected and exhausted, I start to unhook my arms and legs, dropping to the outside of the ring on my hands and knees. I lower my head in shame as I know I've lost and been humiliated again. But sometimes you're beaten by the better man. So I get to my feet and roll in the ring to congratulate you on a hard-fought victory.

The End

Published: 2022-06-19, viewed 113 times.