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ChampXXX

After weeks of recovering from the worst beating I’ve ever taken, I’m ready to do some damage control and repair my reputation. I step in the ring at 5'11, 168 in my red jock and black pro boots. I strip off my leather jacket and climb up on the ropes in my corner, flexing my biceps and my cock for the adoring fans.

Philly Bear Brawler

I hop into the ring to the boos of your loyal fans, flipping them off. Black leather armbands, a black speedo with a Red Iron Cross on the crotch, black leather vest, mirrored shades, beard flowing. Climb over ropes, take off vest ands shades, lay them in my corner, then slowly turn and grin. "I shit bigger things than you boy."

ChampXXX

I roll my eyes as I stretch in the corner, watching you put on your little show as you make a nasty remark about the size difference between us.

"Good...cuz your bitch ass is getting STRETCHED tonight!" I shoot back, pulling my massive hard-on out of my jock and waving it to roars from the fans. I stuff my meat back in my pouch and flex my bicep high...I whiff my pit and scoop some of the sweat out of it, flinging it at your face. "Bring it on!" I snarl as the bell dings, and I move toward ring center, arms up, ready to go.

Philly Bear Brawler

You flick your Boi sweat at me, and I just chuckle and lick it off my face before charging at you, spearing your abs just as you put your arms up. I drive you backwards, your boots leaving the canvas until POW your back plows into the buckle with all 240lbs of me barreling behind it. I step back and deliberately use the back of my hand to wipe the sweat from my hairy pits then SLAP huge backhand bitch slap to that smug sexy face has your fans booing even louder. "Wake up boy, time to take your beating!"

ChampXXX

A flip switches and you're moving at me like a freight train. You drive your shoulder into my abs, scooping me off my feet like a fucking ragdoll, crushing me into the corner. Spit flies onto your back as I gasp for air...then I watch you drag your hand over your pit...which even the guys in the front row can smell...before striking me across the face. My face stings hot, marking me with your scent. My mouth opens, stunned and angry at the disrespect.

"Fuck you, cum dump!" I growl, rubbing my back with one hand as my boot shoots up, nailing you in the cross!

Philly Bear Brawler

I love slapping the attitude off your face, and I can tell it's pissed you off. Good. Give you a taste of what's to come. Of course, you shoot a boot up into my nuts, cuz that's what I would have done. And ya nail em pretty good, pain radiating from my hairy orbs. "Fuck yeah boy, its about time!" and I return the favor, sending my huge steel toed boot up into those obscenely outlined cock and balls, doubling you over. Rewet my index and middle finger, this time by rubbing them against my balls then SHOVING them into your nostrils, forcing you to inhale and dragging you upright. I finally yank my fingers out, pull my skull back and PLOW a huge head butt right between your eyes. As you stagger back, I grab ahold of ya and hoist ya up, parading you around the ring, before launching you up.and over my head in a brutal fallaway slam, making sure your face and rock hard cock make a two point landing. You're fans are NOT happy with me. Fuck em! 

ChampXXX

Your retaliate with your own low blow kick, and my eyes shoot up in their sockets, the pain fucking unbearable. You obviously had your custom made...steel toed. And I'll be feel it for a few days minimum. I collapse to my knees clutching my battered nuts when you drive the dankest smelling fingers known to man straight up my nose. I catch glimpses of the fans murmuring to each other until your crash your skull into mine so hard I nearly pass out. In a complete daze as you parade my sexy frame around the ring, slowly pulling it together, legs kicking in the air, trying to escape... when you send me flying over your head. I crash down hard, busting my nose and bulge into the mat. Rolling back and forth, I shout in pain, holding my crotch as I make a break for the bottom rope, rolling under it...

Philly Bear Brawler

"Shit boy, that's the SECOND biggest mistake you made tonight!" I slide out after you and knock your fans away who are checking on ya. "Back up pussies! You can have what's left of him when I am done!" I put the sole of my boot on your left eye and GRIND it hard before pulling it away and sending a huge backstomp into your abs, spit and air exploding from your pretty mouth. I turn back around and grab your head with both hands, squeezing hard as I slowly drag you to your feet. Still holding your head,I take three running steps and launch you face first into the ring posts with a heavy ringing CLONG! Your fans gasp at the violence of the collision but I just laugh, "OOOH MORE COWBELL!

I scream out as your tread grinds over my eye, feeling it redden and swell from the abuse, then....OOF! Your boot hammers into my heaving ab wall. I reach down, cradling my gut as you rip on my perfectly styled hair, the stink of your pit inescapable as you drag me up.

As you tighten your grip on my skull, I let out an agonized shout. You increase the pressure, making it feel like my head's gonna op...then CLAANG! Skin strikes cold metal, busting my head open. I twist as I fall through the air, collapsing in a contorted mess of excruciating degradation, suffering on the floor, trying to keep my hold on consciousness...

Philly Bear Brawler

I strut over to your downed form and give ya a hard kick in the pecs before going to the announcers table and using my big forearm to knock off the microphone, beer cans etc. and sending the announcers scattering. You are just about to your feet, using the apron to pull yourself up. I wrap my arms around you and FLIP you over my shoulder into the folding table, which somehow doesn't break under your weight. You body bounces off violently but you remain on the table. "Fuck boy, that must be the best made table I have ever seen!"

"How strong exactly IS this table?" and I grab the back of your skull and SPIKE your face into the table, which STILL doesn't break! "American craftmanship right there!"

ChampXXX

Can't tell whether it's sounds of metal reverberating through my skull or just the pain. Either way, my head is spinning...as is the room. You bend down feeling your beard scrape my crotch as you back body drop me onto the announcer's table. I shoot up, holding my back, looking out as the astonished crowd, feeling the legs wobble. Then you follow it up by smashing my face into it, sending pain exploding through my head. I spasm and jerk, trying to roll off...

Philly Bear Brawler

"OK fuuuuuuck this! Nobody is defeating Daddy tonight! Not the boy and CERTAINLY not this table!" I hop up on it and shove your head between my legs, crushing it between my hairy thighs for a few seconds while I wedgie your jockstrap up your ass crack and spank those meaty Boi buns until they are red and covered in handprints. Only then do I hoist ya up in the air and PILEDRIVE your head through the table, 240lbs of Boi busting daddy meat no match for a simple folding table. 

ChampXXX

You grip my jaw and drive my head head between those powerful daddy things, leaving my body dangling from them, my hole exposed, earning cheers, woofs, and even a projectile wad of spit splashing on my ass...or at least I hope it's spit. Then I feel elastic flossed up my ass, grating against the soft skin of my smooth pucker. Head throbbing, drool dripping down my chin, I'm desperate to escape...I pound of your legs, but you start whacking my ass with your rough, calloused hands. Over and over, making my cheeks feel like they're on fire. The boys are going nuts as you abuse me, their champ. A final spank breaks the skin, forcing a humiliating whimper out of me...just in time for you to lift me in the air.  My boots kick and dangle...then BLACK. Demolished through the table, body completely limp except for my massive erection, stretching out my tiny mesh pouch...

Philly Bear Brawler

Yeah Daddy knows when a boy is in LaLa Land, and he also knows that there is one guaranteed way to wake a boy up. Normally I would drag you back to the ring for your obligatory fuck but there are two cameramen around us and a jumbo tron above the ring to give your most loyal fans a birdseye view of your deflowering. I flip ya onto your stomach, your arms and legs splayed at awkward positions, propped up in the jagged remains of the table. I wipe my fingers in my pit again and start working them in your chute, one at a time. When I jam the third finger in, you start to stir and I can feel your chute flex. "Okay boy, I know how much you love Daddy's fingers but you are gonna have to give em back!" I YANK them from your ass then pull out 8" of thick boybusting cock and cram it into your twitching hole. One camera close up on your hole while the other zooms in on your face and your siren-like screams. 

ChampXXX

You roll my wrecked body facedown, shards of the splintered table cutting into my abs and pecs. It's not until you really start to stretch my hole with your fat digits that I start to react. I can make out faint forms in the light as my eyes flutter open...your voice sounds like distant rumblings echoing through a tunnel. Then I shoot back to the land of the living as you stuff me full of that burly dad cock. I let out a horrible scream as you rip me open, pre cum oozing out under me...

I don't even notice the camera shoved in my face as you savagely rape me in front of the fans, raking my hot torso over the sharp wreckage, scraping me up...

Philly Bear Brawler

I fuck you hard and fast, not caring what jagged table part is digging into what boy body part, just enjoying the rut. I grab the back of your neck with one hand for leverage then YANK up on your head so the cameraman gets an up close look at your suffering while the other is zooming in on my hot hairy ass flexing as your hole is forced open again and again.

"I don't know which is better...how your hole feels or how my body looks!" I flex for your booing fans then pick up the pace, especially when I feel the leg table jamming into your swelling ballsac. My prostate pummeling is making your boicock spit all over the wreckage, puddling on the cement floor below.

ChampXXX

Your fat cock head pounds my p-spot over and over. Everything feels tight...like I'm about to explode. Can't concentrate, the pain is so overwhelming. Can see the reflection of you drilling my hole in the window thanks to the huge screen projecting the image for everyone to see. "Fuck...FUCK....FUUUUUUCK!" I cream myself, feeling hot seed spray my abs as you fuck me senseless.

Philly Bear Brawler

As soon as I feel your chute flex and spasm around my cock, I know that I fuck a load out of your Boi balls. I immediately pull out, wrap my fingers in your hair and pull your head up violently, just in time to shellack that pretty face with thick Daddy seed before I let it drop back into the wreckage. I wipe my dripping prick off in your hair like your locks were my own personal cum rag, then grab one of your hot bear fans to get a once in a lifetime fuck from yours truly in the locker room. Just another Wednesday night for the BOY DESTROYER.

Published: 2025-12-09, viewed 228 times.