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ChampX: In town for a couple nights, and a bar owner hits me up for a new fight night at his dumpy sounding gay bar. He seems a little too into me, but I’m horny and could use the cash. A Lyft drops me off in the back alley, and I tap the door, waiting impatiently until the owner lets me in. The joint looks a little sleazy, but I shrug it off, stripping off my tee and gym shorts down to a red mesh jock and black pro boots. "You're wearing that?" He asks. "What's wrong with this? My fans fucking love it,” I shoot back as he leads me to the main bar room. I look to the busted ring set up in the middle, then to the rough looking pack of hairy men that surround it – dressed almost completely in leather. That’s when I realize… this fucker didn’t give me the memo! He picks up a mic and his voice crackles over the shitty speakers. “Coming in at 5'11 and 168 pounds, the so-called ‘Champ...'" I shoot him a sneer as the crowd boos, shoving me toward the ring. I slide under the bottom rope and hop to my feet, flicking them off.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: A buddy of mine’s the owner of a sleazy leather bar and decided to install a ring for fight nights to bring in more customers. He told me he found a fighter from out of town who he thinks will draw a crowd. At least against me and my Philly grit. He shows me a pic of the dude, and I get rock hard – the cocky sexy punk looks like he’s just begging to take some daddybear cock. You’re already in the ring, when I show up and strip off my jeans and wife beater to just a black iron cross speedo and black pro boots. I slowly climb into the ring, and all the guys – bar staff, friends of the owner, buddies of mine – cheer me on. “Kick his scrawny ass!” “And rape it too!” “Send this boi back to whatever podunk town he came from!” I grin, seeing their taunts land on you. "And our local champ, coming in at 5’8, 195 lbs, the Philly Bear Brawler!" I pump my hair pecs at you staring you down with a look that tells you I’m ready to turn you into a cum-stuffed pretzel. I hop up on the middle ropes and strike a double bicep pose winking at the owner.

ChampX: I watch this beefy, hairy, tatted, mean-looking bear of a man rip off his beater and climb in the ring. What the fuck? I think to myself. The owner said we'd be the same weight class. I back into my corner as you step through the ropes, my eyes watching those pecs bounce before locking onto your thick pouch as the horned up crowd shouts for you to beat and fuck my ass, saying I'm from a podunk town. "I'm from LA, you fucking Philbillies!" I shout as you climb up in your corner to flex. I charge in behind you, swinging my forearm between your big thighs, and shove your boots outward off the ropes so that you drop with your legs trapped, landing hugging the buckles!

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: “Shit, you LA boys are all tofu and avocad–” My taunts get cut short as your forearm blasts up between my legs, catching my huge bull nuts. You PUSH my boots off the buckle, sending me dropping down, my arms hanging around the buckle, coughing and gasping as the punk starts off with a cheap shot. The guys in the crowd all stop their jawing and wince sympathetically as they see the big bear take an early low blow.

ChampX: I cover my crotch, mocking you, mouthing “OW” and laughing as the crowd gives you sympathetic groans. "Let's see how good he is at fucking ass when he doesn't got any balls left!" I spit at the crowd. I reach into the back of your speedo and grip your sack, stretching it back as far as it'll go until I can see your nuts pressed against your ass through your speedo. I bend over, giving the fellas a preview of my smooth champ ass as I grab your ankles and drag your legs up, spreading them wide and hooking them over the top rope… then take half a step back and drop forward to SLAM a headbutt into your balls, flattening them into your ass!

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: My balls are the stuff of legend: huge, hairy cum tanks obscenely outlined in my speedo. I’ve KOed many a jobber by stuffing them in their mouths and suffocating them. But as I hug the buckle, gasping for air, you grab hold of my orbs and yank them back. I struggle to get off the buckle but your initial shot has me winded and nauseous, which gets worse as you stretch them until they are pressed up against my ass crack. A few guys catcall ya, whistling at your sexy butt (they are still rooting for me, but a hot ass is a hot ass), then let out a collective OHHHHHHH when you step back and SLAM your forehead into my hairy balls, hammering them with your skull. The power of the impact sends me dropping back, and I fall to a heap in the corner, holding my busted bear nuts, hairy chest heaving for air.

ChampX: I drop to my knees, stroking my big fuckstick through red mesh as you collapse into the corner in front of me. I stand up behind you and grab your beard, dragging your head back to smother my bulge into your hairy face before dropping an elbow between your eyes. BAM!

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I sit there gasping as this cocky fuck pulls my beard and yanks my head up forcing me to stare into those steely blue eyes. Damn, you are a hot little shit, and you show your arrogance flopping that mesh pouch over my face serving me a sweaty whiff of those hefty boiballs. The crowd murmurs, well acquainted with my legendary weakness for scents. You look down and see my thick cock starting to poke out of my speedo. I see a smirk form on your face and you SLAM an elbow between my eyes, causing my body to convulse. Gotta do something quick, or this Left Coast punk is gonna be fucking my ass before I know it. While you admire your handiwork, I lash out and POKE your eyes, then grab the back of your head and pull it down, RAKING your handsome mug across my boot laces. "Pretty boy, you are about to learn a hard lesson…Philly-style!" The crowd erupts in cheers as I get to my feet and reach into my speedo to retrieve a bottle of poppers. I uncap it and squeeze your face, forcing the bottle under your nose. “That’s it. Take a deep breath!” The crowd starts licking their lips, cuz they KNOW what is coming next…

ChampX: I check out that girthy meat peeking out from your gear when you jab my eyes. I let out a howl, trying to rub them. But you rake my hot face across your laces, scraping it up. My boots kick the mat as I pull free, unable to see but taking a wild swing that misses… making the crowd chuckle. I hear the snap of elastic, then you shove something up to my nose. "What the--" It takes a couple seconds to comprehend what I'm smelling, then I shout "Hell no!" But it takes me a couple seconds too long… the room starts spinning, and I let out a gooned up gasp. I pull away, dropping to the mat, and grab the edge of the ring to try to drag myself over it…

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I put the cap on the poppers and tuck them back into my speedo, the guys all murmuring and laughing, knowing that I get my poppers imported from Germany – these are actual amyl nitrate, not the pussy shit they sell in the states. "All right punk, now that you’ve had a little attitude adjustment, let's work on that fine body of yours!" Just as you make it to the edge of the ring, you immediately get cock whipped across the face by a biker in leather pants, leaving a sticky pink mark on your scraped up cheek. I grab your boots by the ankles and draaaaaaag you back to the center of the ring, your hands clawing at the canvas. I let them drop then step around you and DROP both knees onto your back HARD. I latch one hand around your chin and the other around your ankles and ROLL you off the dirty canvas and into the air in a brutal bow and arrow. That vulnerable crotch is too inviting of a target, so I grab ahold of your cock and balls and CLAW them while bending your spine across my knees!

ChampX: Pre cum splatters on my face as it gets mushroom stamped, then you drag me backward as I claw at the mat, wondering why I'm still feeling so fucked up. Feeling like a yo-yo as you pull me to ring center, feeling my hole pucker as time oscillates...then FUCK! I scream out as your knees ram down into my back with nearly 200 pounds of force behind them. You lock me up and roll me over in a bow and arrow, my dirt-caked abs flexing and stretched to the max as my cock tents up. The fans cheer you on as I try to wiggle out of your grip when your fingers dig into my cock and balls, making me scream in agony.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: A wet spot forms at the tip of your tented boi pouch as you thrash helplessly… You moan and wriggle as my hands work your junk, and I can feel your ass cheeks spasming as the poppers do their job. The big biker who cock whipped your face shouts, "Let's see the goods!" I pull your waistband down and hook it under your nuts, putting your LA boicock on full display, earning loud whoops and hollers of the crowd. I pervjack that big cock a few times and it quickly starts pumping out clear viscous precum, dripping down onto my hand. "OK boy, calm that ass down. Daddy knows exactly what this hungry boi needs!" I latch my fingers around your nuts, then shove my thumb, dripping in your cocksnot, between your sweaty cheeks. I work it into your poppered up hole, using it to cinch on the bow and arrow even tighter, bending your sexy body like a horseshoe.

ChampX: I hear the biker tell you to expose me, and you yank my jock down, the waistband snapping just under my low hangers as my big 8.75" cut cock SMACKS my abs. I feel a string of pre ooze out before your calloused grip starts abusing my pride and joy until I'm leaking more and more into your rough hand. My hole slowly clenches as the poppers begin to wear off when you start taunting me. "Fuck... you..." I mutter as you re-claw my nuts and jam your sticky thumb up my ass, making my eyes bug out. Head shaking as you press it into my swelling prostate, a gob of pre blasting up in the air as you put my lean muscle body on display, violating it more and more. Desperate to escape, I reach for your face and rake it with my nails...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: Now that I got the bow and arrow locked in with my thumb up your tight spasming hole, I ratchet up the pain, lifting my legs higher, forcing your back to bend even more, your hands slowly sliding from your chin, your arms dangling uselessly at your sides – or so I thought. But you use my momentary overconfidence to lash out, suddenly raking my eyes. I yelp, giving your back one final BEND before flipping you down to the canvas. I roll back and forth, hands clutching my watering blinded eyes. "You bitch! Don't they have manicurists in LA?" Still blinded, I thrash and kick, trying to keep you at a distance until my blurry vision comes back.

ChampX: You yank on my limbs, nearly making my back snap before you flip me off face first into the canvas. As you roll around, spouting off some bitchy comment that I only half hear through the haze of pain I'm in, I nurse my back and army crawl to the ropes to drag myself up. I reach down, grab your wrists to pull you up on your knees, and SMASH my knee into your jaw!

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I feel one hand grab my wrist, then another, dragging me to my knees. I blink a few times and my eyes focus just in time to see that big knee SLAM into my jaw in one of the hardest shots I have taken in the ring in a long time. There is an audible gasp from the jacking leathermen as your knee hits with an audible CRAAACK, and I am seeing the lights above before falling to my back, my legs still pinned awkwardly under me, my arms falling backwards, the smell of my own pits and the taste of blood dripping down my throat the only two sensations that make it through the ear-ringing pain in my head. Now it is my turn to show off my speedo clad boner, sticking straight up at the ceiling. Fuuuuuuck...

ChampX: As I get a whiff of your ripe pits, my cock throbs. I drop to one knee and SLAM my raised fist into your gut. I see that fat dick sticking up in your speedo like a bullseye in the middle of the cross, so I latch a claw into your junk and hammer more fists into your hairy belly. "What the fuck is this...?" I shout as I feel the bottle you hid in your speedo… I pull it out and look at the German writing on the bottle.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I look up and see three of you kneeling at my side. I try to sit up, but you lift your arm up, the smell of your pits making my eyes roll back, then a hard fist to my big hard hairy gut knocks me back on the dirty mat, a geyser of spit and air exploding from my groaning lips. I start to convulse as you grab ahold of my cock and balls through my speedo and sink your fingers in them like talons, feeling the bottle of superstrong poppers under my sweaty ballsack. You pull them out, squinting as you try to make sense of German words written on them. My hands try to knock yours off my junk, but your fingers are dug in deep, curling around my pubes. The leathermen are screaming for me to fight, but they’re still jacking up a storm. They ain't nuns.

ChampX: I drag my finger up my crack to scoop the dripping pre cum you left, then wipe them in my pit before shoving my fingers in your daddy nostrils. I start to drag you to the corner by your nose as I put the cap of the bottle between my teeth and bite down to start unscrewing it. I shove your ass in the corner, the back of your head slamming into the buckle. I look turn with my ass facing you and grin, then throw my hips back to SMASH you in a stinkface while I finish unscrewing the poppers.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: The leathermen all laugh as you shove your loaded fingers into my nostrils, the smell of your ass and pre and pits all flooding my brain. The guys all know what a scent pig I am, and the fact that you keep feeding me your funk has them catcalling me, especially when they see the huge wet spot spreading across the crotch of my speedo. You draaaaaaag me by my nose across the ring to the corner where the guys are watching, sitting me up in the corner and smothering me in your tight boi ass as you try to unscrew the bottle of poppers. As a top daddy, poppers are for my bottom boys. I rarely use them myself – no way I am gonna let you goon me up. I thrust my tongue in your ass and launch a big uppercut into your balls, doubling you over and forcing you to drop the bottle, which rolls across the mat. I pull you into a headlock and drag you to your feet, then take three running steps and BULLDOG your face right into the bottle of poppers, shattering it and smashing you face first into the puddle of amyl nitrate. Whoops and hollers and fumes fill the ring!

ChampX: I let out a moan as your tongue rams into my pucker then I double over about to puke as you rock my sack with a vicious uppercut. I drop the poppers, racked with pain as you squeeze my head in your arm, getting me bent over and putting my backside on display before you launch forward to bulldog my face into the poppers bottle. The glass smashes, cutting open my forehead. I bounce off, screaming, the liquid burning my face, blood running down my brow. I drop on my back spread eagle, gooned up like never before as my eyes roll back in my head, body trembling…

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: It is like watching a tree fall down in slo mo, teetering as if to defy gravity, before crashing to the popper-puddled canvas. I feel myself starting to get light headed and realize that I better get outta this ring before I end up as gooned up as you are. So I grab your hair and drag you with me, leaving a smear of amyl nitrate and sweat and blood across the filthy mat, then roll you out and down to the cement floor below. I stalk you, licking my lips as I move in on you, all the leathermen doing the same. I drag you to your feet and then hook your arms behind your back, my girthy boi fucker pressed against your glutes as I offer you up to the horny men you’ve made the mistake of insulting with your cocky persona. The biker stud who cock whipped your face hops up, spits on his hand and SLAPS it across your pecs, leaving a red mark, glistening with saliva. The sound of the SMACK is so loud that it echoes across the bar, and soon all the guys are taking turns spitting on their hands and attacking your heaving reddened pecs.

ChampX: I drop with a THUD on the floor as I hear steps moving toward me in every direction. I press my hands down on the filthy bar floor and try to push up, but you drag me to my feet saving me the effort. You pull my arms into a tiger, feeling your alarmingly thick cock pressed to my ass as you offer me as a whipping boy to the horned up crowd. Barely able to stand right now, but the biker who has it out for me doesn’t hold back. I take wet WHIP across my lean pecs and let out an agonized gasp. More and more chops until one breaks the skin open, and I thrash, shouting as I sink to my knees. Chest heaving, clutching my lashed pecs, gasping in pain.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I take my time now, certain that I have punched, slapped, and poppered the fight outta ya. I reach down and grab your hair, forcing you to look up as I SPIT into the open cut on your forehead. I drag you to your feet, your pathetic knees buckling, then send a massive European uppercut to your chin, sending you sprawling back to the cement, spread eagle, twitching. "Shit kid, those boipecs look like they are BURNING. Let me give ya a little first aid!" I pull my thick hairy hard cock from my speedo and PISS all over your reddened pecs, the horned up crowd murmuring in approval, "Yeah, Daddy, soak your fuck toy!"

ChampX: You spit on me, and the horny men packed in close encircling us grunt in approval. Dragged up, trying hard to stay upright and manage to until you send a vicious blow to my jaw, and I collapse on my back on the cold hard cement. Barely with is as you say something about my pecs, when I feel warm liquid splattering down on my chest. "Fuck.. you..." I spit out, grabbing a flannel shirt off a bear's waist and wincing as I wipe it off me, dragging myself away on the filthy floor to put space between us, so fucking horned up from the poppers that I can’t think straight… need to recover...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: The crowd ain't gonna let you just crawl away without having their fun. I back up and let them enjoy this Left Coast loser, crowding you, slapping and kicking at your ass, spitting on ya. When you grab the barricade to drag yourself up, you look and take a MASSIVE load of cum right between your eyes as the bar owner strokes his cock furiously, climaxing from your pain and humiliation. "Now ya meet the dress code requirements, ya cocky cunt," he shouts into the microphone as his load runs down your face into your mouth.

ChampX: The lights dim or so I think as the men encroach, blocking out the shit lighting in the bar as my jock-framed as gets whacked and kicked until it's red. More spit hitting my body as I grab the railing and look up. I gasp as cum splats on my beaten face, getting nailed with a facial from the guy who walked me in. I hang there in shock until his degrading jab booms over the speakers. The humiliation building. Face turning red in embarrassment, then rage. I lunge up, slamming an uppercut into the announcer's freshly emptied balls, knocking him off his feet. I grab the microphone from his hand as he spasms, clutching his busted nuts. "Fuck... each... and every... one... of you!" I growl into the mic, my pained voice crackling over the shitty speakers as I grab mic's wire and start to swing it around in a circle, hammering it into the crotch of the biker who's been targeting me the whole match. I walk toward you, and these “tough” guys suddenly wise up, backing away. "Fuckin' cowards," I murmur as I stretch the cord tight, holding it out as I run at you, looking to slam it across your throat with a clothesline...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I let out a chuckle as the announcer (I never liked him much) takes a vicious uppercut to his freshly empties nuts (shots to the nuts are ten times worse immediately after you shoot) and he falls to his ass, in slo mo, gagging and trying not to puke, tears streaming down his face. You grab the mic, cursing at the stunned crowd, working your way back toward me. You are pissed, mowing through guys, whipping dudes in the nuts and face. Guys start to clear out of your way, leaving a straight path between me and you. I give you the classic Morpheus "come and get me" gesture with my hand. Growling, you grab the wire and charge at me, holding it in both hands, determined to take my head off with a clothesline (actually a cordline). I don't move, smirk on my face, and at the last possible second, I step to one side and you stumble past me, slamming your abs into the ring apron. You spin around, still enraged, but I just grab your hair and SLAM a huge fist into your cut forehead...then another...then a third, pounding that exact same spot again and again.

ChampX: My abs slam into the ring edge, and I grunt, gasping for air as I turn around but you grab my drenched hair and hammer your knuckles into my forehead, gashing open the cut as you do it again and again. I half scream/half growl as I drop to my knees in front of you, my bloodied face falling into your crotch as I struggle to stay conscious...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I just laugh, "Shit boi, wake the fuck up! What do you think this is? A library? A bus station? A park bench? No sleeping!" I pull my hips back and RAM my rockhard, speedo clad cock against your face, knocking you back to the cement, rubbing my cock in response and giving a thumbs up to my leathermen buds to have their way with you.

ChampX: You smash your crotch into my face, staining your gear with blood and cum as I fall back, my head hitting the concrete. I let out grown, slowly rolling to my side, then facedown, inching out from beneath you on the floor as you straddle me. My reddened ass sticks up as you grab your fat bulge, turning to work up your fans…
ChampX: Can barely see but I catch the shadow you cast as you raise your thumb, and I take my shot, swinging a mule kick back at that big package with all I've got...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: That ass...fuck, that ass! And that is exactly what I am gonna do! Your hot hole is winking at me as I strike a double bicep pose, sending a spray of pit sweat down on your back, then slowly start to pull down my blood-stained trunks, releasing my big fat Daddy dick and balls JUST as you send a massive mule kick back, NAILING them. Completely unprepared for your devastating kick, my legs slam shut in testicular agony, and I slowly fall back on my ass, clutching my throbbing hairy orbs, my face a mask of ballbashed pain.

ChampX: Still gooned out from the poppers and the vicious blows to the head, I stumble up to my feet, swing my arm to keep your fans from helping. "Back off, you fucks..." I grunt, nearly tripping as I step toward you. Now, I see three of this bear and his fat cock poking up against his belly. I pick up a pitcher of beer off a high top next to you and SLAM it into your temple, half its contents sloshing all over the floor. As you keel over, I raise it over my head and dump the remainder of the brew over me, showering off the blood, cum, poppers, and piss. It stings the gash in my throbbing forehead, but wakes me up a bit. Knowing one of these assholes is bound to help you out sooner or later, I'm not taking any chances. I lean down to grab your beard and roll you back inside, climbing in after... I grab you by the pits and haul you into the corner on your ass and throw your arms over the ropes, then give my red raw ass a SLAP and SLAM it into your face. Barely able to stay on my feet, I grab the top ropes to hold myself up, bending over to press my cakes deep, smothering you out as your beard tickles my hole. “Let’s try this again, fucker!”

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I sputter and gag, waves of nausea emanating from my throbbing balls, as I try to pull myself up but drop back down about to puke. You grab a glass pitcher and SMASH it across my skull. My eyes roll back in their sockets as I slump to one side, drool pouring down my chin, foamy beer in my beard and chest hair. The cracked pitcher still in your grip, you pour the remaining beer down your head and pecs, cleansing your brutalized body. My buddies, still hesitant after what you did to them, slowly start to descend on you, so you grab my beer-soaked beard and use it to draaaaag me then roll me back into the ring, escaping just as the leathermen are about to grab ya. You sit me in the corner, my head resting on the bottom buckle, spinning from the pitcher shot, blood running down the side of my face, the popper fumes overtaking me as I start to goon. You strut up, dripping with beer and looking like you got your second wind. I watch you give your tight ass a loud slap before shoving it down, grinding it into my face, filling my nostrils with Left Coast boi smells.

ChampX: The fans are horrified as I smother you in my ass, which I lift, and SLAM into your face again, impacting my battered ass cheeks so hard that it makes me wince. I start to stroke my steely cock as my other hand grips your beard and yanks it up, tilting your head back so I can get a proper seat on your mug. "Is this your CHAMP?" I laugh, mocking the crowd as I grind my relaxed hole on your mouth until your tongue flops out of it. The immense amount of über poppers I inhaled still poisoning my brain to some degree as I smother you out. Your hot breath panting on my smooth ass gives me goosebumps as I flex my bicep, continuing to stroke myself, splattering pre on your belly...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: You finally lift our ass off my face and I take a HUGE gasp of air, only to have you SLAM it into my face again, and I let out a muffled howl as the impact nearly busts my nose. I try to push your ass off my face, but you grab my wrists and pull them off your hips. I am too weak to fight back and you lean back, pinning my head against the buckle. My head pounds from lack of oxygen, and I start to slide in and out of consciousness, my tongue slowly sliding from the drooling lips, and you take advantage, dragging it along your twitching hole. My own cock sends random blasts of precum firing straight in the air as you mindlessly stroke your own huge cock, spraying your boi cocksnot all over my hard, hairy belly.

ChampX: Your blast of pre splashes onto my balls, surprising me and making me snap my ass back again...this time hard enough that I hear a CRACK, and I pull off your face to see blood running out of your nose. Your slobber drips down my round cheeks as I bend down and grab your hair, dragging you up with all the strength I have left. I step up on the middle ropes as I let you dangle in my grip. "I SAID IS THIS YOUR FUCKING CHAMP?" Taunting them with their destroyed hero as my boots bounce on the ropes, gooned out of my mind, so much pre cum oozing from my piss slit that it gobs through the stretched mesh…
ChampX: I turn and sit on the buckle, shoving your face in my drenched pouch as I wrap my arm around your head. I kick off the ropes and swing around, looking to drop you in a DDT… aiming for the poppers-soaked spot on the canvas!

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: You finally dismount my face, my tongue hanging out of my mouth, which drips with saliva and ass sweat. You shove my face in your jock pouch, the smell of your cock and balls hitting me in the face like a blast of hot wind. The leathermen all watch in rapt fascination as I am forced to inhale your funk. You wrap your arm around my neck, whip around and WHAM a brutal DDT into the puddle of poppers with a wet splash, and I end up facedown, getting amyl nitrate all over my mustache and beard; the rarely gooned daddy bear forced to inhale the mind-altering liquid with every gasping breath.

ChampX: I grab your ankles and drag your face through stained canvas, watching this hot daddy get fucked up. "You've got no one to blame but yourself, fucker!" I roar as I roll you onto your back. I stand over you, straddling your head and flex a double bicep pose before SLAMMING my ass down on your chest with my ass in your face, flexing in a reverse schoolboy pin. I lean forward and SWAT your thick throbbing cock and balls. "ONE!" I shout. I raise my hand, holding it further back and SWAT even harder! "TWO..."

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I am fuuuuuucked up, and as you drag me through the puddle to the center of the ring before flipping me onto my back, the ring fucking spinning. Suddenly get a view of your ass as it slams down on my chest. The pain from my busted nose and the vicious slaps to my junk drag me back to reality just long enough to shoot my boots up and back, grabbing your head between my feet and POWERING forward, slamming you face first to the canvas with my powerful legs.

ChampX: I raise my hand a third time, when your big legs swing up to hook my head and pound my face into the canvas, but the reversal sends my cockhead spearing into your bloated sack. My head throbs as you scream and spit on my jock-framed ass, and I start to push up, hearing the crowd cheer for you to get back in the match.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: Your huge cock RAMS into my bear balls on impact, driving whatever wind I had left in my lungs. Ignoring the pain in my everywhere, I roll over to all fours, pulling myself up and crawling over to you. I flop my big bear body on your trim back to grind down on top of you and fling my popper-soaked beard directly over your face!

ChampX: I start to push up when your larger frame drops onto my back, and I collapse, flattened to the mat. The air’s flattened out of me then this rough bear starts humping me. This time, I instantly smell the chemicals as you try to drug me with your beard. I grab it with both hands and YANK, trying to smother your face with your own drugged beard, desperate to get you off of me before you goon me into oblivion.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: My fat daddy cock slides between your perky, sweat glistened cheeks when I hear you gasp to hold you breath. I drag my bear over your face but you RIP on it, forcing a gooned up moan out of me while you cram the hairs into my mouth and nostrils. I roll off and crawl away, holding my breath until I make it a few yards away, before finally taking a HUGE gasp of slightly cleaner air.

ChampX: My boots kick wildly as you wedge knowing this could be bad. I shove your beard up in your face, managing to shove you off. I'm dizzied up again even from that brief exposure, rolling over, gasping for air. I turn my head and see you doing something similar, so I stumble over and shove you on your back and drop on my knees, straddling your belly. I reach back to JAM my middle finger into your poppered-up bear hole and push your beard to the side so I can start mauling your nipple, trying to force your load out with a different approach...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I lay there, floating on a wave of fumes, body tingling hard. Suddenly OOOF you ass drops on me, driving the air out of my lungs. I feel your finger start to burrow into my rarely invaded hole, and I brace for the pain but ohhhhhhhhhh I moan as I feel my chute grab ahold of it, sucking it in deeper. Your warm mouth latches onto my big bear nub while you fingerbang my hairy hole, and I let out a slutty moan, my hand involuntarily sliding down to my own big bear cock to stroke it. I thrust my hairy pec into your mouth, but then realize that we are still in the ring and not the bathhouse, so I will myself to let go of my throbbing meat, pulling my hand behind my head--but then the smell of my own dank Daddy pits hit my poppered up nose, and I feel my hand float back towards my cock, dragging the tip over your blistered ass cheeks.

ChampX: I feel you start to stroke yourself, then resist, before giving in. I swat your hand away as I feel your pre cum starts coating my jock-framed ass. I push up on my knees, raising my hips, then press my ass down on the bottom of your shaft, pinning your dick against your belly. I reach for your throat with both hands and GRIP, choking you the fuck out as I grind down, hot dogging your bear cock along my crack and taint. "I think I just found my new finisher. The Philly Cheesesteak Choke Out… cuz your meat's gonna cream between my buns... right after I put you out!"

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: The leathermen all laugh and catcall me as you swat my hand away from my own meat, but I am too gooned to care. In a crazed state, I put my hands behind my head, giving you full access to my body. I watch that punk smirk form on your damaged face as you flatten my beer can-thick cock against my hard hairy beer dripping belly, making it spit as you tease me, grinding your sweaty, spit-soaked cracked along my cum vein. Your hands wrap around my bearded throat and start, increasing the pressure to clamp my windpipe. My eyes bug out from lack of oxygen, and my hands claw at yours, trying to relieve the pressure, but you just increase the pressure on your death grip. Your sweat drips down onto my bloody face, the salt burning, my bearcock pinned down, relentlessly hotdogged between your buns.

ChampX: Sweat pours off my shaking body, face turning red again. Eyes rolling back in my head as the lingering poppers make grinding on your shaft feel way too good… I shake my head, sending sweat flying in all directions, trying to get my head back in the game. I feel you weakening, but this fucker is hanging on, and I need to END HIM! I remove one hand from your throat and reach back to SMACK your balls, hoping the pain will put you out for good.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: My eyelids start to flicker as my brain begs for oxygen. You remove a hand from my throat but only to SMACK my big bear balls, forcing both a gargled grunt and HUGE volley of precum out of daddy. I feel you twitch as it splatters all over your taint and balls. Even the leathermen let out a "yeahhh" when they see you maneuver to use my own cocksnot as lube to further work my beer can cock, making my load build.

ChampX: Even at this proximity, the poppers left in your beard are fucking with me. I rip my own jock off, and as the elastic snaps, gobs of precum (and some plain old cum) fling through the air and splat over the fuckers standing at ringside. I lean down to kiss your trembling lips, sliding my tongue in your mouth as I grind down on your cock, moaning into your throat...then inhale deep, sucking the air out of your lungs. I feel you start to panic as I pull away and force my drenched jock over your mouth and nose, pressing down to prevent you from replacing the oxygen I stole from your lungs. Unable to control myself, my other hand reaches down, and I start to stroke my over-edged cock as your resistance weakens under me.

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: Your cock springs free and TWACKS down on my pecs. The leathermen all laugh at the expression on my face… until a huge arc of your pre flies through the air and rains down over them at ringside. When you bend over and start kissing me, I don't bother resisting, letting the boy take control of the scene, your tongue grappling mine as we make out. You start to inhale, laying your kiss of death on the daddy bear, sucking out what little oxygen I have left. I start to convulse when you pull your mouth off then CRAM your dank jock in my face. "Awwww fuccccccck…." the smell of your balls and sweat and pre and cock fuuuuuck me up bad. I throw my arms around your slim waist as you try to sit up and clamp my hands behind your back, yanking you forward to crush your boi body into mine. With your hungry ass in prime position, I THRUUUUST! I cram my excessively girthy bear cock into you, throttling your impressively tight hole with one agonizing JAB until only my heavy nuts remain visible hanging out of you. The leathermen go crazy for my vicious comeback, having seen the Philly Bear Brawler KO many bois by mangling their jobber holes just like this.

ChampX: Just as I manage to wrap my arms around your head to lock on my kiss of death, you squeeze me into a horizontal bearhug... I gasp as your big arms crush my back, sending pain shooting up and down my spine that causes me to loosen my grip on the kiss of death. Then out of nowhere, you rock my world, ramming your fat stud destroyer up my pre-soaked hole. My body goes rigid, then convulses as I let out an agonized wail. Your fans roar, delighting in the horror on my face as you brutally impale me on one of the thickest cocks I've ever seen much less been forced to take. My eyes bulge, feeling like I've been stabbed and punched from the inside at the same time. You hold me down on it, making me tremble on top of you, about to pass out from the brutal pain. The local hero wrecking the pretty boy's tight little ass in a single thrust…
ChampX: Or at least it would if I didn't have one option left. I tilt my face down and take a massive gamble, inhaling deep in your beard. My ass instantly relaxes, alleviating the tremendous pain. But the chemicals fuck me up goooooood. Your big arms squeezing the air out of me, I push down to clamp that kiss of death on as hard as I can and try to push that massive rod out of my guts. "Go... the fuck... out..." I moan as I feel the deprivation of oxygen starting to rattle you...

Philly Bearcub_Brawler: I am barely aware that we are in the ring. I am just gooning hard and rutting like the daddy bear I am, plowing into the hot punk on top of me, lifting my ass high, impaling you with every thrust as you try to push me out. Yeah, it hurts like hell, but we both know you are loving it. Forced to stare me in the eyes, I feel your hole spasm around my fat daddy pipe when you suddenly plunge your face into my beard, inhaling hard. I feel your hole open up to me, taking me to the root, then instantly CLENCH shut, crushing my meat, while simultaneously reapplying the kiss of death. The smell of the poppers on your face making daddy's body spasm under you. It is a battle of wills: your kiss vs Daddy's cock. I make sure it hurts – but you are on top, and the lack of oxygen makes it harder and harder to thrust up. Finally you feel my whole huge hairy body go slack, as I just writhe and moan in ecstacy with your ass stretched wide around my cock. My lips start to turn blue as my eyes roll back, and I pass out. Three seconds later, my body jerks and EXPLODES huge ropes of cum deep into your ass, not even conscious for one of the biggest and longest orgasms of my life.

ChampX: You go out and I drop the hold, leaning back, being held up by your cock. I raise my fists in victory when your big body spasms, bucking and thrusting. I make a fist thinking you were playing possum before I feel your cock pulse and realize you’re KOed hog is loading me up. I can't help but reach down and grip my swollen cock. Within a few strokes, I convulse, spraying an absolutely massive load all over your beard. Then collapse, flat on my back. I grab the bottom rope and drag myself off your still-spewing slab, leaving a trail of your cum dripping out of me as I drop out of the ring. I grab the apron and fumble my way to my feet, grabbing my clothes as the leathermen move toward me. "Fuck this... I'm never coming to this shit town again!" I gasp and limp out the backdoor to the alley, not looking back…

Published: 2023-05-02, viewed 82 times.