Anime Cyber Wrestling League

Jiji

Finally the day arrived, the day of my first fight... I was anxious... but I went crazy knowing that my first fight would be against Sho the Monster... my heart almost jumped out of my chest knowing that I would fight my favorite fighter... even blushing a little... I knew the things Sho could do to his opponent in a fight... I didn't know if I would have a chance against him... but just knowing that I could feel his blows and his strength was already a victory for Jiji... and so the moment of the fight arrived with me making the first entrance, where upon announcing my name I would run out... nobody cheered for me at the beginning, but as I came out greeting everyone in the stands with a smile, people would gradually start cheering for me... where I wore a bright red swimsuit that shone brightly... and my physique was perfect... I could see that I only had muscle mass with totally defined abs... muscular arms and legs and a big butt.... I would climb to the top rope with a big smile on my face and then come down, staring intently at the entrance to the ring. where my favorite fighter will soon be entering.

Sho the Monster

I found myself surprised that I was going against a debut wrestler - either the newcomer had the worst luck in the world, or someone who did the matchups had a bone to pick with him. Frankly, I didn't even bother to look at a picture of him. It would workout for me either way, really, and I would have a good time doing it. I smirked as I made my entrance, the chorus of boos resounding through the audience - they knew what I was here for, especially if I was going against a newbie. I'm here to wreck and demolish. I step forward, boots stomping on the ground, wearing only a pair of trunks, despite the fact that this was a strip match - but I found myself more surprised that you too were only wearing that bright red swimsuit, raising a brow at the sight as I stepped into the ring. My eyes were clearly raking over your frame, and I gave a light snort. "... You know the idea is to come to the ring wearing more clothes in a rip and strip match, right? Make it harder for your opponent? I thought I would be giving you a leg up by coming in my usual wrestling gear, but seems like you didn't get the memo," I rumble out as I look across at you. At 6'9" and over 300lbs... I'm truly living up to my name. "You're cute, you know that? Hope your face doesn't get too messed up by the time I'm done with you." 

Jiji

 *I immediately felt the room change, you finally entered and I heard people booing you... but I kept a smile on my face watching you finally approach, my face grew redder and redder, and then as I stepped into the ring it seemed to wobble, hearing your words I smiled while pulling down my swim trunks to examine them "you're right... at least you only came with one piece of clothing... so everything's alright!" I could already smell him even from a distance... knowing he was my opponent, I extended my hand... "I'm Jiji... nice to meet you, Sho! I've been watching you since I was 12... I'm a huge fan... you're the best fighter I know! It will be an honor to fight you!" I said, almost stunned with emotion, becoming even more agitated when I saw you call me cute. "I hope I can impress you, Mr. Sho... I promise to do my best..." I said provocatively... a little daringly... I took his hand, he could feel that I really had some strength there... and then I placed his hand on my butt as if showing that it would be worthwhile to fight me, then I approached his ear. "Could I ask you to do some moves on me?" And soon the announcer would start announcing the beginning of the fight, and I would quickly have to return to my corner and quickly I would say, "A bearhug with me upside down rubbing my head inside in your s..." Then the announcer's voice would make me cut myself off and go back to my side... where I stretched and warmed up until the fight finally began.

Sho the Monster

Normally, when I walk in the ring, I get one of a set number of typical responses. There's the most common fear that permeates their face, which is honestly the most understandable of all of them. Sometimes, I see excitement - like they're someone who think that finally, I'll give them a challenge. The ones who try to remain cocky too, they attempt to look unbothered by everything. But this one is a new one on me - that smile on your face looks genuine, almost excited to see me, going so far as to move into the center of the ring to extend your hand. Frankly, you're adorable. The comment explains it... a little bit more, but the fact that you'd been watching me for some time and *still* a fan seems to catch me off guard. "You'd better do your best, Jiji," I rumble out after a moment, though my eyes rake over your gorgeous frame for a moment. I reach out to grab your chin, holding it in place for a moment while I meet your gaze. "Mm. I don't like people who just roll over and take it. Show me you got some fight in you, even if it doesn't mean shit when I actually get my hands on you. That's how you'll disappoint me. Impress me... well. No one's done it yet." Then you leaned in to request a move - which was certainly new for me, a low chuckle escaping me as you darted away to your own corner. "... You interest me, Jiji. Don't disappoint me." With that, I moved backwards finally, watching you stretch and warm up as I lean into the opposite corner. Once the bell rings out, I beckon for you. "Show me what you got."

Jiji

​"I could feel your eyes scanning me, dissecting my every move. My heart was hammering against my ribs—I knew this wasn't just a match; it was an evaluation. I had to impress you. When you grabbed my chin instead of offering a handshake, a smirk tugged at my lips. I locked eyes with you, refusing to blink. I never thought I’d get this opportunity. ​'

Don't worry... I’m going to give you everything I’ve got,' I whispered, my voice thick with excitement. 'I’m only hyper because I respect you... but I know you won't pull your punches. That’s exactly what I want. It’s what the crowd wants. But I guarantee you, I’m going to show you my true potential, Mr. Sho!' ​

I backed into my corner, finishing my stretches. My nerves were buzzing, but there was no fear—only the desperate need to prove I belonged here. I didn't want this to be our last encounter. ​

As the bell chimed, the atmosphere shifted. I approached slowly, staying low, prowling like a predator looking for an opening. Suddenly, I lunged. I drove a sharp kick into your midsection, forcing the air out of your lungs and making you double over. I didn't waste a second; I snatched your head, tucking it tight under my arm in a front facelock.

​I gritted my teeth, muscles screaming as I strained to hoist you up. 'I’ve trained my whole life for this, Sho!' I yelled. I hooked my arm deep behind your knee, hoisting your leg high to kill your balance. I felt your weight shift as I fought gravity, my knees buckling slightly under the load before I exploded backward. ​

With a bridge of my spine, I snapped us both back in a high-angle Fisherman’s Suplex. The ring boards groaned under the impact. I didn't let go; I kept my bridge tight, hooking your leg deep and pinning your shoulders to the mat while staring straight at the referee's hand. 

 - ONE!

Sho the Monster

I couldn't help the smirk growing on my own lips as you locked eyes and refused to blink. "You'd better. I have no interest in boring things," I reply, though the way you keep insisting on calling me "Mr. Sho" is adorable to the point where I might find myself drawn to you again. I let you go to your corner, not attacking you before the bell rings - after all, you need all the help you can get. Then again, the fact that you might be able to at least take as much as I want to give you, and keep this cheery mood, would be enough to keep me interested. 

The bell rings out, and you approach slowly. Though I don't move a muscle, remaining in my corner while leaning into it lazily. But you move quicker than I expect, a kick driven into my midsection with a grunt. That... actually hurt. I double over for a moment, which is enough for you to hook your arm around me - and you start to *throw* me backwards in that Fisherman's Suplex, stunning the audience for a moment by the sound of the loud THUD as I slam onto my back! The ring quakes beneath our weight, and I feel... amused. Excited, even. The crowd roars, already locking onto you as their new hero, the one who will finally take down the monster. The referee's hand comes down for the one count, but I kick out before he even finishes the word, much to the groan of the audience. "Huh... not bad," I remark.

Jiji

"I'm glad you liked it, I'll impress you even more, Mr. Sho!" I would say after that impact, seeing that you easily escaped my pin... however, I took advantage of the situation to gain more advantage at that moment, keeping my body on top of yours so you couldn't get up again. It seemed like I was going to sit on top of you to punch you and try to weaken you, but suddenly I would change position, quickly going to your legs, grabbing both of them and placing them under my armpit... and then I would roar to manage to turn your body, arching your back and sitting on it in a Boston crab... it was like pulling a stuck lever... my veins were bulging and I groaned with the effort I was making. "Aghwww... I've never faced someone with such an impressive physique as yours, Sho! I know you won't give up!" I said, arching her back further... but I would release one of her legs to try and remove one of her kickpads, and with a bold move my hand would reach for her speedo, running my hand over it and feeling her penis for a second. I would blush, but in a bold move I would try to lower it!

Sho the Monster

The fact that you think that I can't get up even with you on my back shows your pure hubris. I shift beneath you, feeling you grab my legs and starting to pull my legs back in that Boston Crab... I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head - which is when I feel your hand running along my trunks, feeling my dick getting harder. "Like what you feel back there? Don't worry, you'll get up close and personal with it soon!" With that, my hands push beneath my torso and I push myself up, lifting both of us off the mat - so I can throw myself to the side, aiming to slam you into the canvas in the process and knock you off of my back. I don't hesitate either, grabbing for your neck with one hand and ankle with another. With that, I move to lift you up into the air - and fling you over my body, letting go of your neck so I can swing you down and onto your face and front by your ankle!

Jiji

I kept trying to keep you in that Boston crab, arching your back further and trying to pull your swim trunks down... but soon I felt you throwing me onto the ring canvas with your force... getting a little dazed while turning a little red... I couldn't lie, I was hard... I've always been attracted to you... and rubbing our bodies together and feeling your sweat... would make me excited... hearing you say that would make me bite my lipsplease... give me that honor Mr. Sho... and then I felt you grab me... I groaned while trying to fight back, but soon I would find myself high up and then falling hard onto the ring... getting dazed, drooling... and with my butt sticking up a little AGHWWW...

Sho the Monster

You're obviously trying to pull my trunks down, but there is no such luck. I throw you off of me like a bucking bronco, leaving you on the mat beneath me, growing red already and biting your lip. There was a soft laugh and a shake of my head at your request for that "honor," but you don't get a chance to do much else before I lift you up and throw you down, the sound of you hitting the mat enough to make the audience hiss in sympathy. You're left on the ground, ass up, and I can't help but laugh - before smacking those cheeks of yours. "Nice ass. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll fuck you," I remark, before reaching down to wrap my arms around your torso, pulling you in - and hiking you up suddenly, aiming for a deadlift suplex!

Jiji

I would be on the floor dazed, only waking up with your slap... your words would make me smile... turning my face to you, biting my lips slightly in excitement, "I think that would be great, Mr. Sho... I'll need to impress you more then..." Imagining a night with Sho would be a dream come true... but then I would wake up to reality with you hugging me from behind and applying a powerful suplex that would make me spit... staying on the floor for a few more seconds and then leaning on you... getting up while grabbing your trunks... looking up and resting my face on your groin "--aghhwww what a wonderful move, Sho... have they ever told you that you're the best?"

Sho the Monster

You're already smiling, looking like you're so excited by this idea of being fucked, spending the night with me ... most men get scared by the idea, try to scramble away from me, but you don't. No, in fact, even after I suplex you, you're already moving to get up -- by crawling up my own frame and grabbing hold of my trunks. I think you're about to try and pull them down, ready to make a comment to you about it. But instead, you rest your face against my bulge, already feeling it growing hard - and twitching, throbbing against your face as you press against it. You're definitely someone I'm into, that much cannot be argued. "Oh... I know it." But they don't tell me - after all, I'm the Monster, I'm meant to be the worst. "But... it is something else, to hear it from you, cutie." Fingers almost tenderly run through those ginger locks before I grab hold. With that, I tug you in, smearing your face against my crotch. "Smell that? Ever even thought your favorite would smell like that?" I taunt. Sure enough, that musk is strong - unlike anything you've ever smelled before, except when you met me back in the day, though it's even worse now. And I haven't even broken a sweat yet, meaning it's only bound to get worse. But rather than pull you up, I step over your shoulders, pressing your face into my bulge, neck and head between my massive tree-trunk thighs. "I've never tried this move before - but since you're my biggest fan, I didn't think you would be opposed to it!" With that, I drop forward, hooking my legs around your shoulders and putting you into a headscissor, crushing your head between my legs. And then I start lifting your head up and slamming it down into the mat, before pulling it back up with my thighs to do it again, bouncing your head off the mat over and over and back up into my musky bulge!

Jiji

The impact of the mat against my skull is rhythmic, a brutal percussion that should be dazing me, but instead, it’s lighting up every nerve ending in my body. Between each thud, my face is crushed back into that thick, straining fabric, drowning me in his raw, overwhelming musk. I let out a jagged, broken moan—a sound that’s half-strangled by his thighs and half-delirium.

 ​"Nnggh... H-haah... God, Sho! You... you really are a Monster!" I gasp out between the slams, my voice vibrating against his hardening bulge. Even as my brain rattles within my head, I’m grinning, my teeth baring in a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure. I reach up, my fingers digging into the rippling muscles of his quads, not to push him away, but to feel the sheer power of the man crushing me. "You’re so... incredibly strong... It’s exactly how I dreamed you’d be!" ​As he finally relaxes the tension of the Headscissor, allowing my head to stop its violent bounce against the canvas, I don't scramble for the ropes. My breath is coming in ragged, hot hitches, my face flushed from the lack of oxygen and the friction. I roll onto my stomach, my movements fluid and feline despite the beating I just took. ​Instead of escaping, I crawl right back into the lion's den. I slide my upper body back between his massive, tree-trunk thighs, but this time I turn my head, pressing my cheek and nose directly into the center of his heat, inhaling that scent like it’s the only air I need. I look up at him from below, my eyes hooded and sparkling with a manic, lovestruck intensity. ​

"Is that all, Sho? I'm your biggest fan, remember?" I tease, my tongue darting out to lick the bead of sweat tracing the edge of his trunks. "Do it again... Please. Slam me back into you. I want to feel every bit of that 'Monster' strength until I can't think of anything else but you."

Sho the Monster

Nothing about this match is going the way I anticipated from the beginning - nor can I even guess what you're going to do next. You're moaning out between my legs, a sound that makes that dick, already practically pressed against your face, throb and stiffen even further. I'm already massive in those trunks, and this is just making me even bigger - and still not at full mast. You're speaking, and those words are barely audible to anyone but me, just vibrating against that sensitive skin and causing a groan to bubble up as you're slammed down into the mat. "You dream of me often, then?" I remark once the headscissor is released, your red hair stuck to your forehead after being stuck in that humid, sweaty, and thick with musk area, with your face turning nearly as red as your hair. You roll onto your stomach to move away, to gain a bit of air - but then you surprise me and everyone else in the arena by slipping back between my legs, pressing that fact against my bulge and breathing me in. And then you lick my sweat from the sensitive skin around the trunks, and I just moan out. 

 "Oh, you will," I rumble out, bucking my hips into your face hard enough to push you away. "You'll feel me, every single piece of me. That's a fucking promise." Lips curl up in a smirk, thighs tightening around your head again. Not to do it again, but so I can settle back on your chest and squeeze, showing you the sheer leg strength I have in store, before finally releasing you again. This could count as a pin if this were any other match, but it's a strip match - there's no legal pin until you've been stripped. And I'm not making a move for your speedo, not yet. "I told you to fight back, though, so you had better not disappoint me." With that, I finally get back up to my feet, off of you - before jumping up to slam back down onto your chest in a seated senton, looking to empty your chest of air once more! "Got it? Disappoint me, and there won't be anything after this match for us." Though what I didn't say was ... you have already proven yourself more than enough. There's no way in hell you're not coming home with me after this.

Jiji

​The air explodes out of my lungs as your full weight crashes down on my chest in that Seated Senton. For a second, my vision flashes white, but the pain is a secondary thought to the adrenaline coursing through me. I look up at you, my eyes wild and burning with a feverish devotion. ​

"Dream of you...?" I rasp out, a jagged, playful smirk tugging at my lips despite the pressure on my ribcage. "Sho, I dream of you every single night. Every time I close my eyes, I feel this... I feel you." ​

As you squeeze my head between those massive thighs again, I don't pull away. Instead, I lean into the friction. My tongue swipes across the fabric of your trunks before I boldly sink my teeth in, nipping and mouthing at your crotch through the spandex. I can feel you through the cloth—rock hard, pulsing, and immense. It sends a bolt of heat straight to my own groin, making my own cock stiffen painfully against my speedo.

​You told me not to disappoint you. You want a fight? You've got one. ​

Gritting my teeth, I plant my palms on the mat. My muscles scream, but I tap into that hidden well of strength. With you still perched on my shoulders, I begin to push upward. It’s a feat of pure, raw power—I rise from a flat-back position, carrying your massive frame until I am standing fully upright. My face is buried deep against your bulge, your weight centered right on my neck, but I don't falter.

​"I'd never... let my idol down," I growl against your skin. ​

With a surge of explosive energy, I transition. I wrap my arms around your waist, hoisting you higher before driving us both downward in a devastating Sit-out Powerbomb! ​

The ring shakes as your back slams into the canvas with a sickening thud. But I don't let go. I remain seated between your legs, which are now kicked up into the air from the impact. I lean forward immediately, pinning your lower body down with my weight and burying my face right back into your crotch, abrading my lips against your heat as I claim my prize. ​

"How's that for a fan favorite, Monster?"

Sho the Monster

Oh, the feeling of you mouthing and nipping at my crotch is enough to let a low, rumbling moan, eyes closing briefly as my cock throbs and grows against your face. The heat and humidity of my musk only gets worse as my arousal grows, the sweatier I get... I am ready to rip your speedo off already, see how aroused you are and show it to the audience. 

But you decide you want to surprise me. I grunt out with surprise as you lift me off the mat, showing that impressive, yet hidden strength. Well... you're actually able to do this not once, but twice? Be still my beating heart. "You better not," I reply as you growl against my skin, tightening my thighs around your head - before you slam me down into the mat in that powerbomb! 

The sound of the impact echoes through the arena, the loud GRUNT I exhale as my vision swims with darkness following it up. And then the arena ROARS. They are finally seeing someone get a move on their most hated, most feared Monster, and they're ready to cheer you on! I groan, but I move to wrap those legs around your head, taking advantage of how you're already looking to get back between my legs, as they coil around your head for a triangle choke. It can't end the match, not with you still wearing your speedo, but it'll weaken you for sure, even if I manage to knock you out! 

"Not too shabby," I grunt out. "But leaves you wide open, Jiji." Well, look - I'm remembering your name. "Since you're so obsessed with being down there, I'll let you suck me off."

Jiji

The world is beginning to tilt, the edges of my vision fraying into a hazy grey as your massive, iron-like thighs lock securely around my neck. The Triangle Choke is clinical, perfect, cutting off the rhythmic flow of oxygen to my brain. But as the pressure mounts, so does my pulse, sending a frantic, searing heat straight to my groin. My speedo is strained to the absolute breaking point, my cock standing fully erect and throbbing in sync with the desperate beat of my heart. ​

Instead of clawing at your legs to break the hold, I use my remaining strength to press deeper. My tongue lazily, hungrily, licks across the sweat-soaked fabric of your trunks, tasting every drop of your musk as if it were the only thing keeping me conscious. I let out a muffled, bubbly moan against your groin, my teeth grazing the base of your hardening length through the cloth. ​

"S-Sho..." I wheeze, the word barely a ghost of a sound, vibrating against your sensitive skin. I look up, my eyes bloodshot and unfocused, but sparkling with a terrifyingly happy devotion. "You remembered... my name... H-haah..." ​

My lungs are screaming, my face turning a deep, bruised purple as the oxygen starvation takes hold. My head feels light, drifting away, yet I refuse to tap out. I’d rather black out right here, buried between the legs of the Monster, than ever give up this position. I reach up with trembling hands, weakly gripping your calves to pull them even tighter against my carotid arteries, forcing my face even harder into your bulge. ​

"Don't... don't you dare stop..." I gasp, a faint, delirious smile stretching across my lips as my eyelids flutter, nearly closing. "I'm... I'm loving this too much... Kill me like this... Sho..."

​I sink my teeth softly into the fabric one last time, my body beginning to go limp as I teeter on the very edge of unconsciousness, completely surrendered to your strength.

Sho the Monster

I smirk as I look down at you between my thick thighs, a soft chuckle escaping when I feel your tongue grazing along my trunks. You're truly a deep and loving fan, something I didn't even think I had. It's impressive, really - you're trying hard anyway, but you're also getting overcome by your own lust. I groan out as I feel your teeth grazing my shaft, a low sound that rumbles through my chest. "'Course I remembered your name," I murmur, reaching down to grab your hair and ruffle it. "I remember the names of my fans."

You look like you're about to knock out, an adorable look on your face as you beg me not to stop, your hands pulling yourself against me, a light snort on my lips. "I'm not going to kill you, cutie. You're mine now, and I'm keeping you as mine, until you're unable to even function as my toy. Until you break, and even past then. You won't be free of me that easily." I let out another groan as you sink those teeth into the lycra of my trunks again, cock throbbing against your lips. I wait until your eyes have completely drifted shut, though, before loosening the triangle choke enough for you to be able to breathe again. After all, the bell doesn't ring out. The match is still going, because you haven't even been stripped yet. I've done nothing but given you a moment to sleep.

Of course, it's only for a moment. I pull myself to my feet with a smirk, letting you flop down and onto the mat beneath me. With that, I jump up - and aim to drop down on you with an elbow drop, putting my full weight behind it as I try to drive that elbow straight into your chiseled abs! 

Jiji

The world is a blur of grey as I drift into that sweet, suffocating darkness, my moans turning into soft, airy whimpers against your crotch. But just as I’m about to fully surrender to the void, the impact hits. Your elbow drives into my solar plexus with the force of a falling star, a devastating Elbow Drop that forces every bit of air back into my lungs in a violent, agonized gasp.

​"NNGGGH-HAAAAAH!"

​The scream turns into a loud, delirious moan that echoes through the arena. I wake up instantly, my body arching off the mat, but I’m not crying out in pain—I’m laughing. My breath is hitched, my vision swimming, but a wide, predator-like smile of pure pleasure spreads across my face. I look up at you, my eyes wild with a manic light.

​"I'm... never... gonna break, Sho!" I rasp out, my voice thick with lust and the lingering effects of the choke. "I’ll always be here... to make you have the best damn time of your life! You can't kill a fan who loves the pain this much!"

Before you can even think about standing back up to your full height, my hands shoot out like vipers, my fingers tangling deeply into your hair, pulling you back down toward me. I don't care about the bruising on my ribs or the ache in my chest; I want more. I need to be consumed by you.

​"Do it... the move i asked in the beginning of the match" I beg, my voice a desperate growl as I pull your face closer to mine. "Pick me up... Give me that Inverted Bearhug. Put me upside down, Sho! I want my head back inside those trunks... I want to be buried in your heat while you squeeze the life out of me!"

​I’m practically offering myself up as a sacrifice, my legs already twitching, ready to be hoisted up so I can disappear into your musk once more.

Sho the Monster

God, you're such a weird one. Being woken up with an elbow drop with my full weight behind it is enough, usually, to make opponents scream and beg for mercy. Some of them wake up, scream, and then pass back out. You're the only one who moans out louder than you scream before laughing. My lips press together in amusement as I regard you, watching your eyes growing wild, manic even, and how you are so consumed by lust... "You're like nothing I've ever seen, cutie," I remark, yet there is this obvious affection in my tone that is making it obvious that you're starting to worm your way under my skin with your antics.  

Before I can stand up, you grab hold of my hair and yank me down. I follow it up by moving to straddle you. My knees rest on the mat on either side of your ribs, letting myself be pulled down and closer to your face as my thighs dig into your bruised ribs and my ass is sitting atop your chiseled stomach. As I'm pulled forward, though, my arms plant onto either side of your head, shielding you from prying eyes. A first sign of my possessiveness starting to rear its head. Yet, you pull me down just to beg me for that upside down bearhug, and a light snort escapes me.  

My face dangles closer, to the point where I can feel the breath as it escapes you, and you can feel mine. "Oh, I'll do it, that's a promise," I murmur. I use my knees to bounce off the mat and slam my full weight back down onto your stomach and ribs, massive bulge pressing against those abs, without an ounce of shame. "But it's not up to you to decide when I perform certain moves. Biggest fan and hottest opponent or not, you should know that I do what I want, when I want to. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you keep my trunks after I'm done with you... then again, I already see myself dragging you backstage to see what you might do when the cameras are off and the audience is gone, hm?" I chuckle lowly, before I claim those lips of yours in a rough, deep kiss.

The kiss... feels like fireworks. It feels right, as if your body, your lips, were purposefully sculpted to be mine. My kiss is hungering, tongue exploring your mouth without shame as my knees dig into your sides all the more. One hand grabs your jaw, practically engulfing it to keep you in place. The other hand grabs your hand, pinning it to the mat - and twining my fingers with yours in the process. I break the kiss with a sharp nip to your lower lip. "If I give you that move now... what do I get, hm? I'm going to win this, after all. And I think you're going to do whatever it takes to suck my dick when I do. So tell me... what do I get if I give you the inverted bearhug now? Offer me something good, Jiji." 

Jiji

The world outside this ring doesn't exist anymore. There’s only your weight, your scent, and the searing heat of that kiss. My head spins, not from the lack of air this time, but from the intoxicating way you claim me. I respond to the kiss with a desperate, hungry fervor, my tongue tangling with yours as I moan directly into your mouth—a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. 

"Hah... Sho... you have no idea," I gasp against your lips when you finally break the kiss with that sharp, stinging nip. I look up at you, my eyes glazed with a mixture of pain and devotion, my chest heaving under your massive frame. 

"What do you get? You get everything," I whisper, my voice thick and trembling with arousal. I don't care about the cameras or the thousands of people watching. My hand, the one you haven't pinned, reaches down, my fingers trembling as I begin to stroke the damp, salt-crusted lycra of your trunks. I trace the immense, pulsing shape beneath the fabric with agonizing slowness. "I offer you my body... my soul... every single thing I own. I am your property, Sho. From this second on, I belong to the Monster." 

I arch my back slightly, pushing my bruised ribs up against your knees, inviting the pain because it comes from you. My other hand squeezes yours, our fingers still entwined, as I look at you with a pleading, broken smile. 

"I’ll be your toy, your pet, your punching bag... anything you want behind those curtains," I whimper, my thumb brushing against the edge of your waistband. "Just... please. Give it to me. Put me back in that inverted bearhug. Crush me inside your strength, let me breathe you in until I can't feel my own body anymore. Own me, Sho... show everyone that I’m yours!"

I’m shivering now, my cock twitching violently in my speedo, my entire being focused on the hope that you'll hoist me up and bury me in that musky heat once again.

Sho the Monster

I've forgotten about the audience by now - you're fascinating to me, a puzzle that I want to take apart, a toy I want to play with until it breaks. The kiss is proof of that. After all, I'm the monster - I don't kiss people, and definitely not like this. But I don't give a shit about the audience, about anyone watching. You're the only thing in this entire arena, and the roar of the crowd as they jeer me for taking you down so viscerally is nothing but static in the background as I regard you. Your eyes are glazed over with that mixture of pain and unrepentant devotion, something that is new to me. Devotion is not something that monsters usually get, after all. "No, I apparently don't have any idea," I murmur softly, grinding myself down and against you, so you can feel that hardened shaft against your stomach, your abs. "Break it down for me."  

Your hand touches my trunks, the cock pulsing against your hand, throbbing and threatening to tear through the highly flexible fabric. "Everything, you say?" I echo, my free hand reaching to your chest, running my calloused thumb over your nipple - pinching it for a moment. "You would be all mine. The hero, conquered and claimed by the monster." My voice is low, rumbling through my chest as I muse the very idea. Our hands are still twined together, pinning your hand to the mat. "I must say, that is the most enticing offer I've received. I would have taken most of that myself, but you giving it up of your own free will... there's something to that idea." I smirk, my lips curling at the corner. "But if you're mine, then you're mine. Behind or outside of those curtains. Out there, and in this ring, you belong to me - and I don't share, understood?" Already, my mind is spinning with ideas, thinking about how I plan on making you mine, starting with moving you into my place once this match is over.

I can feel you shivering beneath me with excitement, a low chuckle escaping me. "First time I've been begged for this move. You're one of a kind, Jiji." I bounce my weight against your smaller torso once more, lifting off the mat and dropping back down with that smirk still plastered on my lips. "And now that one of a kind belongs to me." The crowd is booing me louder, but I still don't hear them. My hand grabs for your hair as I finally pull myself off of you, standing up and pulling you with me. Finally, my other hand releases yours, reaching between your thighs for your bulge, while my first hand grabs you by your neck, lifting you up and over my head as if you didn't weigh a thing. It looks like I might be about to throw you down in a powerslam, but instead - I lower you down, the hand lifting you up by the neck wrapping around your torso as I pull you against my massive frame. My other hand releases your crotch, reaching down - and I open my trunks, releasing a fresh cloud of musk, that thick scent of arousal, precum, sweat, and of me, right into your face. "This is what you begged for," I murmur before dragging you down my lightly sweaty torso until your face is firmly planted inside of my trunks, right up against my hardened, monstrous cock. "Mmmph... Feels like it was made for you to be there." The hand holding my trunks open snaps it closed on the back of your head. Now that you're in place, I wrap my second arm around you - and I begin to crush you against me, giving no mercy on the bearhug. My own face is pressed between your legs too as I squeeze you tighter and tighter, not seeming to care if I snap your ribs in the process.

Jiji

The world outside has vanished, leaving only the dark, musk-heavy interior of your trunks. The scent is intoxicating—a thick fog of testosterone and sweat that fills my lungs and drowns my senses. As your arms lock around my torso and you begin to crush me, I feel my ribs groan under the pressure, the air leaving my body in sharp, jagged gasps—but every gasp is a sound of pure, unbridled ecstasy.

"Hah... Sho... you have no idea..." I murmur against your hardening shaft, my voice muffled by the fabric and the immense heat of your crotch. "You say I'm yours? That you won't share me?" I let out a delirious, husky laugh that vibrates against you. "I am your property now, Sho! Do whatever you want with me... take me backstage, take me to your house... break me! I never want to be free of you!"

I don't even think about the pain. I let my hands roam, my fingers digging into the rock-hard muscles of your back and your massive thighs, feeling the raw power of the Monster who now owns me. Even as my bones feel like they’re at their limit, I’m smiling—a wide, blissful grin hidden against your skin. I open my mouth wide, taking you in, sucking on your cock with a desperate, worshipping hunger while you crush the life out of me. Each throb of your pulse against my tongue feels like a reward for my devotion. 

"Nnggh... kill me like this..." I moan between swallows, my body shivering with a violent, electric arousal. "I’m never tapping out... I just want to feel every muscle... every inch of you! You’re the only one who can dominate me like this!"

As the pressure reaches its peak and my vision starts to dance with sparks of pleasure and agony, I find the strength to whisper one last promise against your sensitive skin:

"This isn't the end, Sho... I want a rematch. And in it, I’m going to show you something... something you’ve never seen before. A side of me that only my owner has the right to witness."

I let out one last, long, echoing moan of surrender, my body sagging against yours in total submission, yet still refusing to give the signal to stop. I am yours, broken or not, and I’m going to savor every second of this destruction. 

Sho the Monster

This move is one of the most brutal in my arsenal, and you're loving it. Relishing it, even. It's not like you're not affected by it - you're clearly struggling, those gasps and groans as I hold you so damn tight, threatening to crush your ribs and snap your spine in half. Hell, I could feel the way your body contorts, that I could break you in half like a glow stick if I wanted to. Yet, you're in ecstacy. You are moaning, murmuring, laughing against me. "Damn right you're my property," I rumble out, vibrating through my chest. "I won't be sharing you for a goddamn second. I'll take anyone who looks at you and break them in half if they dare." I can feel your fingers wandering over my frame, groping at my muscles. I can even feel your smile against my cock before you open your mouth to worship it, a moan escaping me. "Ugh... your mouth feels so damn good..."

You murmur a whisper against my skin, something that makes my cock bounce in your mouth. "Mmm... I'm looking forward to it." With that, I reach up and tug your trunks off, tucking it into my waistband. Now the match can officially end, at least. I loosen my grip before you pass out on me. "Don't pass out yet, cutie. I have one last thing to do to you." With that, I leap off the mat - and aim to drop you down in a tombstone piledriver, right on your head!

With that, I let you drop down onto the mat on your back, keeping you within my trunks - exposing your face to the crowd as you pull the trunks open, so everyone could see how you had my cock in your mouth. My hand plants on your chest with a smirk.

"ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!" 

The bell rings out and the match is over - my music blares over the arena speakers as the ref calls my victory, though the jeers of the audience. You're mine now, and I don't seem to care for the announcement - I'm already moving to get up, picking you up and out of my trunks so I can hoist you over my shoulder. You're mine now, and I am already making my way out of the ring and the arena. 

Jiji

The pressure of the Tombstone Piledriver sends a shockwave through my entire being, but even as my head connects with the mat, the pain is instantly drowned out by a tidal wave of pure, agonizing pleasure. I don't stop. I won't stop. My tongue swirls around your shaft with a frantic, worshipping hunger, my throat tightening as I take you as deep as I can.

"Mmmph—HAAH!"

 As you pull your trunks open to expose me to the roaring crowd, I don't feel a shred of shame. I want them to see. I want everyone to know exactly where I belong. My eyes are rolled back, fluttering shut in a trance of bliss as I feel your pre-cum coating my tongue—a taste I savor like a divine nectar. At the exact moment the ref’s hand hits the mat for the three-count, my body reaches its limit.

"O-One.. t-t-two... aghwww three..." A jagged, choked moan escapes me as I ejaculate powerfully, the release painting my own torso and the mat in a white heat that mirrors the explosion in my brain. 

I stay there, limp and utterly conquered, still keeping your heavy, monstrous cock in my mouth even as the bell rings. When you finally pull me out and hoist me over your massive shoulder like a trophy, the world is spinning, but my heart has never been more certain. "Hah... Sho..." I whisper, my voice a broken, love-struck rasp. I reach out with a trembling hand, weakly but tenderly stroking the firm muscle of your back as you carry me away from the lights and the jeers. "I love you... I really do. You know... after this... maybe I stand a chance at asking you to be my boyfriend, huh?" A delirious, happy chuckle escapes me as I nuzzle my face into your sweaty shoulder, completely surrendered to my new owner. I don't care where you're taking me—as long as your hands are on me, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

Sho the Monster

Shit. Most people would have knocked out by the tombstone piledriver, but you've taken my order to remain awake very seriously. Your tongue keeps swirling around my shaft, precum seeping out and into your mouth. You don't even show an ounce of shame - you're more than willing to let everyone else to see who you belong to, who you want atop you, more than anyone. Sure enough, you cum after the three-count, ejaculating all over your own torso, and I find myself grinding into your mouth further, fucking into your throat before finally pulling out. My cock bounces up against my abs before falling back down to your face, slapping against it. 

Once I get you on my shoulder, though, hear you whispering in my ear. Fuck. I hold onto you a bit more firmly, carrying you away from all of the audience to see you. You're mine now, and I have every intention of making that clear. "Mmm... Maybe you do have a chance," I rumble out. "At the very least ... you're coming home with me. And I will be making you completely and utterly mine. Now, sleep. You'll need the rest." I shift, allowing you to settle on my arms, so you can wrap your arms and your legs around me, your head on my shoulder, as I carry you off, your trunks sticking out the back of my own. Not for you - this is my trophy. And you're my trophy too.

Published: 2026-04-18, viewed 80 times.