Erotic sex fighters

DAEMON JAKE:
I’m new to this underground federation. Doesn’t mean I’m new to fuckfights though. I’m the descendant of a sex god, how could I NOT be a champion fucker? And that’s why I am after the champions. My opponent tonight, Rob Hunter, has been known for taking down his foes with skill and sexual domination, but I'm ready to take this stud down and establish my name in the Erotic Wrestling League's championship roster. Backstage, pumping out some push ups to get my blood pumping before changing into my black leather jockstrap, button snaps on the pouch to allow for ease of unleashing my girthy 10 incher when it comes time to plow this big muscle stud. Black leather combat boots on, furry tattooed pecs glistening with a sheen of sweat as I check myself out in the mirror before heading to the ring. Waiting for the announcer to intro me.

"Folks, we have tonight the FUCKFIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE DEFENSE, our warriors tonight facing each other in erotic combat! Victory is earned once one of our studs has bred the other to KO!! Prepare yourselves for sweat, cum and MUSCLE! At this point the crowd goes wild cheering. "Now our challenger this evening, standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 198 lbs, the mysterious newcomer everyone has been talking about, DAEMOOOOOOON JAKE!"

I come bursting out of the back with arms raised up, high-fiving the hot studs lining the path to the ring before leaping up onto the ring apron, grabbing the top rope and launching myself up and over it with an acrobatic diving roll, coming up to my knees and popping a double bicep flex for the crowd, soaking up the cheers while showing off my tattooed body…then moving over to my corner to await my opponent's arrival.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I just changed into my signature wrestling outfit. Camouflage jockstraps, black wrestling boots, and white knee pads. I stand in front of the mirror, bounce my smooth and meaty pecs, hard nipples, slightly sweaty skin, and I smile, already imagining how I'm gonna humiliate that newcomer and only the thought of it makes my bulge grow, my 9” cock is pushing against the thin fabrics. I prepared for this. Incredibly loaded balls, pumped muscles…I always loved those matches. Knocking out someone’s ass and making that pussy lose all the stored up cum…I can’t wait to get my hands on this so called “demi-god”. I stretch out my pumped arms and head over to the curtain, only waiting for the announcer to open tonight's showdown.

After you got announced I can hear the crowd getting quieter again. "AND HIS OPPONENT; STANDING 6'0 AND WEIGHING IN AT 187 LBS; WITH HIS 9 INCH FUCK WEAPON - ROOOOOOOB HUNTEEEEER!!!" The crowd is roaring with cheers as I step through the curtain and stand right at the entrance of the arena. Flashlights are all around as I gesture cockily to the audience.

I strut down the aisle, showing off for the crowd and high-five some of them. My bubble ass wiggles with every step until I reach the ring in the middle of the arena. I jump up on the apron and then catapult myself over the top rope, landing with a loud THUD on the canvas and looking all over the cheering viewers as I crack my neck and get ready for this fight.

DAEMON JAKE:
I watch intently as you come down the aisle and into the ring, casually slouched in my corner with arms draped over the top ropes. Giving off the vibe like I'm bored with the whole idea of even fighting you. I get up to my feet and come to the ring center as the ref checks me over, patting me down. Hands hovering over my big pouch before brushing against it. I keep my eyes on you the whole time, staring you down. "Gonna love stuffing your ass with my thick meat stud." I taunt, ignoring the ref completely.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
The ref checks you first as I push myself out of my corner. My eyes totally focused on you as we’re already face off in a stare down. The ref starts patting me down next. My bulge grows as his hands check if I hide something in there. I look down at the ref. „It’s not even fully hard…“ I grin cockily as my 9‘‘ starts growing more and more. The rules are clear. The loser will be a messed up cum dump and with that thought the bell opens the match. DING DING!

I pull my arms up in a fighting stance and start circling you. My ass pushed back towards the crowd, keeping my bulge in a good distance as I try to find an opening to rush in and pull you into a lockup, wanting to test that divine body first.

DAEMON JAKE:
Ref finishes his check and backs off, ringing the bell for the match to start. My rockhard 10 incher is bulging my gear already after watching you get patted down. I know this is gonna be a hot and heavy match up. You start circling, arms up and I match stance, circling in the opposite direction before lunging in for a tight lock up, collar and elbow hooked. I tug down sharply before thrusting my hips forward, nailing your abs with a fast knee strike. “Come on bitch!”

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
The heat rises immediately as our muscled bodies clash together in the lockup. Our shoulders push against each other and some veins start to pop out on my neck. You react quickly and pull me closer to slam your knee up into my hard abs. "UGHH!" I grunt out and bend forward. I quickly wrap my arms around your waist and pull them tight, flexing my biceps into your sides as I charge forward, trying to drive us towards the corner and slam your back against the turnbuckle.

DAEMON JAKE:
Your rock hard ab wall is an advantage right away as my knee hammers home, but your frame eclipses mine and you scoop me up into your grip, charging us into the corner turnbuckle! THUD! Back against the post, big ass cheeks wiggling in my leather jocks. I hammer elbows down onto your traps as we go careening towards the corner, back hitting home. THWACKKK “FUCK!”

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
The ring shakes a bit as we crash into the turnbuckle, and though it wasn't as much damage as expected I could at least nail you in the corner. Your elbows are driving into my neck. "HNGH HNGHH HNGHH!" I grunt deep and I am forced to release my arms from your waist using them to block your elbows as best as I can to straighten up my body and grab the top ropes, keeping you in the corner in front of me and RAISE my boot, going to slam my boot right into your lower abs, one inch above your hard bulge.

DAEMON JAKE:
My elbows hammering down forces you to drop your grip, but you keep up the pressure, dodging my elbows and trapping me in the corner, your thick muscled arms at either side of me. I see that boot getting raised and I lash out with a swift uppercut, stepping forward and hammering my flexed bicep up into that sexy jawline in the hopes of countering before your kick lands.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I raise my boot and right when I was about to connect with your abs you twist out of the way and uppercut my jaw with your pumped biceps. "UFFFFFFFF!" I grunt deep as my head snaps back and I stagger around. Seeing stars for a moment, legs wobbly, trying to keep my balance as I focus back on where I am…Everything is blurry around me, but I can make out where the ropes are and I stumble into the corner across from you to regroup myself.

DAEMON JAKE:
My uppercut connects, earning a cheer from the crowd seeing the big stud get rocked by me. I don't hesitate to follow up on my advantage as you stagger around and try to escape into the corner. I’m right there, darting in after you and grab you around the waist, cinching my grip tight, tatted muscles flexing into your sides, then whip you up and overhead with a lightning fast German suplex.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You don’t give me enough time to recover from the blow and you’re right back after me. I can feel your pumped arms around my waist, your furry pecs pressing against my back as you hoist my ripped muscle body over you and slam me down onto the canvas. „UUUUGGGGGHH!“ I land with a loud THUD and moan on the canvas, rolling around and getting to the ropes, trying to pull myself up before you’re back at me and focusing on you again.

DAEMON JAKE:
I roll up to my feet quickly after nailing that suplex, seeing you at the ropes. I charge towards you as you're getting to your feet, shoving your upper body over the middle rope and grabbing your head from above the top rope. Pull your head back as I weave your torso in between the ropes and trap you there, my free hand not holding your hair sliding down to that muscled ass where I drive my index finger inside that tight hole "First fuck is gonna go to me I think…" I grin, unsnapping my pouch and unleashing my 10 inch meat.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I'm just about to pull myself up on the ropes and I can already feel my senses coming fully back. But you’re faster and just in that moment you come up from behind and prop me in the ropes. My head pulled back, my ass right in front of you like a feast and you push one finger in deep, opening my tight pucker for the first time. "AARRGGHHH FUUUCK!" I yell out and clench in reflex as I feel your thick cock slap against my asscrack..."Fuck...no...no..." I start to panic as I flail my arms around, trying to find your head and get you away from me before you can enter my tunnel and dump your load.

DAEMON JAKE:
I position myself right behind you, avoiding your flailing arms and reach up, fish hooking your mouth from either side as I lean my hips forward, mushroom helmet right on your hole and then plunge my rockhard 10 inch cock inside you, slowly so the crowd can watch your face as I fight for every inch of room in your hole. "Oh fuck, this muscleboy is TIGHT!" I tell the crowd, hips bucking as I push deeper and then finally start to thrust fast and furious.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I can't believe I'm already trapped in the ropes, your thick swollen cockhead pops my hole up and the crowd is going wild as you drive your cock deeper and deeper into my ass. "JAKE IS INSIDE! HE'S GOING FOR THE FIRST BREEDING!" The announcer screams into his microphone and I realize I am in deep trouble. Your hard cock is drilling my ass. I clench my pucker around your shaft, tighten up my fuck canal, as if I was trying to keep you out of my ass but it's no use as you pound my prostate with each thrust like a battering ram..

DAEMON JAKE:
You tighten up your ass around my cock and it just makes me cum faster, that beautiful tight muscle milking my hard rod....OH FUCK! I shout as I drive my cock in harder. The crowd is going nuts seeing the newcomer pounding their champs hot muscle butt. The sight of your muscled frame bent in the ropes and under my control sending me over the edge as I blow my load in you "FUCK I'M CUMMING!" I shout, blasting your hole with my first load of the night. “TAKE MY DIVINE CUMMM!!”

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
„HE‘S BREEDING HIM! JAKE BLOWS HIS FIRST LOAD INTO ROB‘S ASS!“ the announcer declares the bitter truth. Your thick juice is flooding my guts and I focus on my tight asshole, knowing I cannot lose that load. Not yet. But FUCK that one was HUGE. I make my smooth hole pucker around your cock and let it slide out of my ass as the ref steps in to check how sloppy I am.

I flex my hole tight and take in some deep breaths. „NO LEAKING! READY TO FIGHT!“ I feel relieved as the ref steps back again and I’m not out yet. I saved something for that fucker inside my balls. And he will pay for that…

DAEMON JAKE:
I pull out and away, ref checking to make sure you're ready to go back into it and giving us both a brief 5-count as he pushes us back to our respective corners. I come out from mine with a cocky grin on my face, cock slicked with your insides and my load. "Ready to get nailed again stud?" I taunt, stroking my semi-hard cock at you before squaring up.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I get some time to get up again. My legs are shaking a bit but I am ready to fight again. My cock is hard as ever, my cum vein pumping like crazy and I slowly push myself out of the ropes. I flex my hole to keep your load deep inside me and not accidentally lose it. My hot sac dangling between my quads as I circle you again. I suddenly leap in, grabbing your head as if I would pull you into another lockup but I quickly twist my body, wrapping my pumped arm around your neck as I try to flip you over me and down on the canvas to trap you in a nasty Side Headlock, pushing your face into my hard muscle tits to smother you against my pecs.

DAEMON JAKE:
Squaring up as we circle and you lunge in fast, grabbing for me with a collar and elbow that I match, pushing against you, but your resistance is gone as you twist, stumbling right into your side headlock, my face crushed against that meaty pecs of yours UNGHH...I reach one hand down behind you and give your low hanging nuts a quick squeeze, my other hand tugging at your forearm to relieve the pressure, hoping my grip on your oversized sack forces you to let go.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I yank you into my Headlock with all my power but you dirty bastard sneaks your hand towards my fully loaded balls and gives them a squeeze. „ARRGGHHH! YOU FUCKER!!!“ I yell out as I let go of the headlock and pull my legs back. My upper body is still pinning you down a bit and I know I cannot let you get up again. I kneel beside you, my balls hang down on the canvas as they’re pulled out of my pouch. I SLAM my forearm into your hairy pecs before I slide sver you, trying to mount you in a schoolboy pin, high enough that my naked ball sack is hanging right on your lips, letting you inhale the scent of my taint before I slide my hand back towards your semi hard cock and balls. „You like to play with balls bitch??“

DAEMON JAKE:
Nailed down to the canvas under you, my attempt at a ball claw not having the desired results as I suddenly find myself schoolboy pinned with your musky nuts in my face...tongue darts out to taste their salty tang...damn...cock jumps with pleasure then feel your hand sliding down to my cock n balls...FUCK! I buck my legs up and send two hard knees to your back, trying to get you to roll off me.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I teabag you with my bull balls, hearing your muffled moans as you're pinned under me. I lean back, your legs come flying up and though I try to avoid it by leaning forward your knees slam into my back, knocking me forward onto the canvas. My balls lifted off your face as I caught my fall with my hands. "UGGHHH!" My head reddens more and more as the rage is boiling up into my brain. I push myself up on my feet again and nurse my back, turning around to focus on you and prepare for another dirty attack. "GET UP BITCH!" I yell out as my cock flexes up against my abs.

DAEMON JAKE:
My knee strike succeeds in dislodging you from above me, at which point I scramble up to my feet to face you. You turn just as I make my way to my feet and I waste no time in leaping up with a standing dropkick aimed to nail those picture perfect pecs of yours!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You get up right after me and I see you jump up! I react quickly, just twisting my body to the side so that you only hit dead air and miss my meaty pecs. You drop and I reach down for your curly hair and grab a fistful of it to roughly yank you back a bit. I straddle your body and STOMP your abs with my heel before I pull my thick 9’’ out of my pouch and reach down for your ankles, trying to grab them to roll you up into a small package with your jock-framed muscle ass straight up into the air.

DAEMON JAKE:
My dropkick hits nothing but air, my body slamming down hard and stunning me! FUCK. Yanked back towards the ring center by your grip on my hair and then abs viciously stomped, my body bucking up around the point of impact. “UGGH!” You grab my ankles and roll me up tightly before I can react, legs kicking and arms flailing as I try to flex my core and push out of the small package pin.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
"Oh FUCK!" I growl as I successfully roll you up and your tight asshole appears in front of me as I spread those legs and ass cheeks. You're bucking under me, trying to get out but the leverage is on my side as I just need to shift my weight back even more. I lift my legs over yours to get in a squat position and straddle your face. My smooth muscle ass spread wide, showing off my hole, still tight even though you placed one load in it already. I squat down more and push my thick cockhead against your asshole, popping it up to enter your tight fuck canal with my steel rod.

DAEMON JAKE:
"UNGHHH FUCKKKKKK!" rolled up tight and your weight and size advantage letting you take control here, moaning heavy as you drill your thick rod down my ass, my divine man pussy stretches wide...UNGH my muscle butt flexing to fight your invasion but failing, walls getting stretched so wide by your meat sword, my own cock leaking precum down onto my abs, hands clasping your ankles...trying to think of a way out of this but your weight has me pressed down tight.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I adjust my stand to plant my feet firmly into the canvas. Then I lean forward, hands supporting my stand as my butt cheeks spread even wider. Keeping you pinned down and also give me balance over you as I drill your tight ass. “FUCK YEAH BITCH!” My veiny shaft invades your ass more and more, deeper and deeper until my cockhead starts jabbing your prostate hard, like a punching bag. "I'll fucking stretch you out big boy!!" I grunt and hammer my cock down, big balls slapping against your taint with every thrust.

DAEMON JAKE:
"UNGHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK" panting as I'm forced to take your hard cock, no choice in this hold but to endure, I can feel my balls churning with another load though. FUCK NO! This stud is giving it to me! I flex my ass around your cock, milking your rod as you drill me hard. Determined to take your load from you if I can't get free.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I slam my cock down into your ass over and over again, showing you the power of that 9'' champion meat. My balls are churning and my hole starts flexing as my thick white juice is pumping up through my shaft, cum vein pulsating and I roar out loud as I shoot my first load down your ass. "ROB MADE A COMEBACK! LOOKS LIKE JAKE TAKES A LOAD FROM THE HUNTER!" the announcer screams as I throw my head back and let rope after rope spray deep into your ass.

DAEMON JAKE:
I feel your rhythm speed up and your thrusts get a bit more erratic as you throw your head back with a roar and blast my ass full of your load. I flex my hole around your shaft and do my best to milk you dry before you pop free of my hole. I can feel it gaping to the sky before I can flex down and keep your load in...thankfully the position I'm in means I don't lose any of that hard won cream of yours. Gaspin and shaking from the exertion of your hard fucking.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I watch your hole gaping up once before you make it pucker again, still too strong and your position lets the load run deep inside you. I step back as the ref checks your hole. "NO LEAKING! READY TO FIGHT!" Sweat is dripping down my face as I circle you wide and let you get back up. "Come on, cunt...Not finished with you yet!" I wave towards you as my cock hangs semi hard, eventually twitching.

DAEMON JAKE:
Both of us bred now 1 for 1, I take the time to recover from that power drilling of my ass you just put me through. Damn this stud knows how to fight and how to fuck. "You're done when I say you're done fuckboy! Gonna plow your ass again and fill you with my divine load!" I promise with a hand drawn across my neck before I circle out to lock up. Lunge in and grapple for a collar and elbow, shoving you back hard and fast when we connect.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You get up again and you're still as cocky as before. "Oh yeah bitch? I'll make you my cum dump in this ring!" I hiss as you suddenly rush in for a lockup. I know I need to save resources. This match is only over as soon as one of our holes is KOd. And instead of wasting too much energy on pushing against you I just use your power and speed, grabbing your head as I shift my weight back and drop on my ass, pulling you with me with my heels into your abs as I'm going to monkey flip you over me and into the corner.

DAEMON JAKE:
I rush in, thinking I've got the advantage as you fall back but then “UNGHHHH!” you shove me up and over with a powerful thrust that tosses me into the corner, landing in a bit of a heap before untangling myself in the corner. More surprised and pissed at the turnabout than hurting from it....stupid reckless idiot! I think to myself, letting my desire for that tight ass overtake my common ring sense.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I roll back up on my knees right after I can hear the ring shake under your weight. The crowd is gasping as they see you untangling yourself. I come after you and reach for your wrists to yank you out of the corner, pulling you towards the center of the ring face up looking into the lights. I straddle your head and PULL your upper body up on your arms until your face is lodged in my hot fucked asscrack. I flex my quads around your head, digging them into your windpipe. "Like that smell bitch?" I bark as I grunt deep from the power I'm putting into my thighs and this standing headscissor!

DAEMON JAKE:
Getting upright, I try to fend you off of me, but your grip yanks me off balance. Locked into a standing headscissors that has my face nearly wedged right up into your load-filled ass, I groan at the intense pressure on my neck. Hands clenching as I try to grab at your thighs “FUCKKKKK!” Cock rock hard and unable to think straight with all the blood cut off from my head.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:

"Oh yeah you like that huh?" I grunt deep and I can tell I like it too. My cock is jumping up again, hardens more and more as I feel your hot breath through my asscrack. I bend over and lean down, holding your head between my quads as I use my pumped arms to wrap around your waist and pull you up in front of me, upside down, holding you in a pile driver position with your hot cock and balls pressed into my face. I parade you around, your muscle ass wiggling for the crowd. "READY BITCH?" I roar loud before I drop down on my knees, trying to nail your head into the canvas with a piledriver.

DAEMON JAKE:
You haul me up higher, grabbing around my waist and position me for a piledriver...SHIT! I clamp my legs down around your head and SQUEEZE as hard as I can, waiting until the last second when you shift to drop to your knees and PUSH my head up and out, body going perpendicular to yours as I lay on the full power of my headscissor. My hands gripping your thighs and using that as a fulcrum point to duck out of the devastating piledriver position.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I feel your legs close around my neck and I am having trouble breathing as you squeeze me in your headscissor, hanging upside down in front of me. I know I need to drive you into the canvas but when I dropped to the canvas the scissor did not loosen up. "UGGGHHHH FUCK!" I grunt deep, having you in front of me as I start hammering my fist into your obliques.

DAEMON JAKE:
Core flexed up, legs tight as fuck but those meaty fists smacking into my obliques is taking its toll...besides, I need to get outta this dangerous position FAST! I push up and to one side, angling to twist my hips and use the momentum of my swing to toss you off balance with a modified hurricanrana.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
Our sweaty muscles are fighting for dominance, both eager to win this title match and walk out with the belt. You shift your weight and throw me over you, I take my arms as support to lower the impact as I land on the mats and try to get out of your scissor in the process.

DAEMON JAKE:
We go down, your arms gripping at my legs to break the scissor and I release it, knowing my focus needs to be on getting that tight ass of yours filled up! I kick free of you and scramble to my feet, launching a swift STOMP to your abs to knock you onto your stomach.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I can get out of the scissoring you kick after me, getting me away from you. You come after me as I try to crawl away and I see you lifting your leg to stomp your heel down into my abs. I quickly grab your ankle as you connect with my ab wall, holding it tight and as I roll around on my front I yank you with me, trying to get you off balance and take you down on the canvas away from me.

DAEMON JAKE:
My attempt at a stomp goes away as you clutch my leg and roll, “NO FUCK!!!” I wave my arms around, trying to keep balance but you’re taking me down with a surprised yelp that has me faceplanting to the canvas, hard! THUD!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I grin evil as my attempt to take you down was successful and you get face planted on the mats. I crawl towards you from behind and mount your back. "Get ready for some more bitch!" I slide my rock hard cock through your asscrack until my cockhead reaches your pink pucker again. I reach for your wrists on each side of your body to pull your arms back. The more I pull the more I push my thick cockhead against your hole, waiting for the moment I pop that asshole up one more time tonight.

DAEMON JAKE:
Shaking my head in denial as you mount me from behind, your cock slides into my ass and jams that first load even further up inside my guts. FUCK! Legs kicking and body writhing, but your grip on my arms prevents me from getting any sort of leverage to get free. My muscled ass flexing up around your hard cock again as you breed me for the second time in this match!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
"JAKE IS GETTING FUCKED AGAIN! ROB SPEARED HIM ON HIS COCK!" I smile wide as I hear the announcer through the speakers. "You heard him? Ready for another load??!" My grin turns into a determined facial expression, sweat pouring down my face as I start pounding your ass hard, hammering my hard cock down into your pink hole. My first load is lubing your ass up and it's easy to drill my steel rod into your fuck canal. And it doesn’t take long until my balls are churning for release again. I throw my head back as I DRILL into you, BALLS DEEP, busting another load inside your guts, your arms pulled back, my hot alpha juice blowing you up more and more and stretching your hole wider. “YEAH TAKE IT ALL BITCH!!!”

DAEMON JAKE:
You pound my ass with another load, brutalizing my hole again with a decisive orgasm pin that has me moaning...FUCK!...my balls churning heavily from the stimulation and almost blowing my own load under me, cum slit gaping and leaking brutally....can feel my ass pumped full of your load and clamp down before you even slide out, determined to keep that load in me and take back the initiative in our next round. Ref pulls you off and checks, ensures we're good to go “NO LEAKING!! PUSSY STILL GOOD TO FIGHT!!” and I get to my feet a bit shakily, adrenaline pumping.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
My cock leaves your hole with a POP and though I brutalized your muscle hole your pucker flexes up again and closes right after my cock leaves it. The ref confirms that we don't have a winner yet and I take a step back, watching you getting up again on your feet. "Are your abs already bloated boy?" I taunt you as I circle you in the center of the ring. I also have to use this short break to regroup a bit and take in some deep breaths. But then I suddenly charge towards you and right in front of you I duck down and wrap my arms around your waist, my pumped muscles digging into your side as I'm going for a nasty bearhug - squeezing your cum-filled guts in my hard muscle hug. "Think I can...ugh...squeeze it....ugh... out?" I grunt deep.

DAEMON JAKE:
You come in at me without giving me much time to regroup, certainly surprising me with the vicious bearhug you lay on me! My tattooed body sweaty as fuck. I grunt and flex my core, fighting the powerful squeeze and having to admit that you are doing a damn good job of doing exactly what you're saying but.."Fuck...OFF!" I growl in response, spiking an elbow into the crown of your head twice in rapid succession. THUD!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I slightly shake you from side to side, your hard cock trapped between our abs as I crush your cummy guts. „Gonna squeeze that cum out of you like toothpaste biUUGGHHHHHH!“ right when I was taunting you, your elbow nails my head twice. I drop the bearhug, I’m seeing stars for a moment after this shot to the head and stumble back. Arms reaching for the ropes behind me, but only grabbing dead air wherever I search.

DAEMON JAKE:
You drop me and I gasp in the air, but waste no time in following up and taking advantage of your predicament! You reach for the ropes and I grab your head, dragging it across the top rope to slam it down as we reach the corner turnbuckle. Grab your arms, kicking your legs wide in the corner, hooking them up and over the top rope then chicken winging them behind your back. My hard cock sliding up and down your ass crack. "Guess the tables have turned fucker. Gonna love planting another big load up inside that bubble ass of yours" I growl into your ear as I thrust up against your crack.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You come right after me as I’m stumbling around dazed. You grab my head and yank me along the ropes to SLAM my head into the turnbuckle, dazing me even more. FUCK! You prop me in the corner as I moan deep, chicken wing my arms, my legs spread and forced to look into the crowd as your hard cock slides through my sweaty asscrack. „JAKE IS BACK!! SEEMS LIKE ROB GETS ANOTHER BREEDING!“ I’m not really aware what’s happening but the sudden pain brings me back to my senses as you drill my ass one more time and I clench my teeth, my hard cock flexing up and spitting pre on the mats.

DAEMON JAKE:
"FUCK YEAH ROB TAKE THAT BIG LOAD" I roar as I powerfuck you into the corner. My full 10 inches stretch you so wide, I can feel your strong fuck walls giving in. I drill you like a jackhammer but I don't last long, those back to back fucks of yours having churned my balls to nearly the bursting point withOUT the feel of your amazing ass wrapped around my musclecock. A few pumps later I'm roaring out my own orgasm, stuffing my second load inside you "YEAH FUCK YEAH TAKE IT!"

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You pound my ass so hard, stretching my tight muscle hole wide as you power thrust inside me. I moan with every drill and then I feel another massive load breeding my champion ass. I can feel your hot juice flooding my guts and my hole starts feeling a bit sore as you thrust in so hard. The ref pushes you to the side and the crowd gasps as they get a look at my freshly bred asshole. My outer ring gapes towards the ref but I flex my whole body and can manage to pucker it again, keeping two loads inside me. „NO LEAKING! READY TO FIGHT!“ I need to think…I pull myself up, my ass cheeks shaking a bit.

DAEMON JAKE:
Ref backs me up off you as he checks you and we both are looking pretty beat up...it's a tough fought battle so far and still anyone's game. But I intend to take home the win today and that fucking BELT, and I'm thinking you're gonna get it good one more time before I take you down. "Feeling a bit full champ?" I taunt before running in at you and launching a flying spear to your core, aiming to pound you back into the corner.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I get back up on my feet with 2 big loads inside me. I focus on not leaking yet and I can manage to keep everything inside. “Ugh…fuck…” But then you charge towards me and you’re right…I’m feeling a bit full…and as you spear me into the corner my hole almost squirts out some cum from the impact. I hold on to the top rope, grunting and gasping… and then I take a deep breath before I wrap one arm around your neck, trying to trap you in a tight side headlock before I drop back to SLAM you face first into the corner post.

DAEMON JAKE:
I’m waiting for your bussy to squirt out some cum, but nothing. You’re not the champ for nothing. And before I can even pull back I feel your arm wrap around my head and one of my hands quickly slides behind you to grip your ass, thick index and pointer finger ramming right up into your asshole in hopes of shocking you into letting me go before you plant my face against the turnbuckle!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You react quickly and before I can fall back to stun you, your fingers find my already sloppy and swollen asshole and I’m forced to let you out of the hold. You straighten your body and raise your arm to chop it across my pecs. I duck down quickly and let you hit dead air but then I use the momentum to catch you by surprise. I jump up in front of you and throw my legs up around your neck in a tight scissor, supporting my body on the ropes as I slide over them, pulling you with me to choke your throat with my steel quads, letting the crowd watch your face turning red.

My hard cock flopping around right in front of your face, coated in your ass juice and my own cum from the breedings earlier.

DAEMON JAKE:
"What the-?!" You counter with a genius move that has me nearly off my feet, choked over the top rope and arms flailing....grasping a hold of your thighs to keep myself from going fully over, I RAM my knee into your spine as I pound a fist into your cum-filled guts "Let-" BAM "-me-" BAM "-GO!" BAM!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
"UGH UGH UGH!" I grunt out as you work on my body, pounding your fist into my flooded guts. I try to keep the scissor locked as long as possible but it loosens up a bit. “Ugh…fuck…no!” I clench my teeth and grimace my face as I try to choke you out as long as I can, at least getting some pressure on the rope.

DAEMON JAKE:
I feel you loosen the scissors and I take full advantage, using the hand I had holding your thigh to slide in between us and drive my finger down into your ass, pressing onto your prostate to make you break the hold fully. My neck is flexed up, veins popping. “Ugh, fucking bastard!” I growl deep and hope you'll drop your hold first before I lose too much breath!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You keep on powering out of the scissor and though I try as best as I can to keep it locked I am getting helpless as you start fingering my wrecked asshole again. An instant sensation runs up my spine into my brain and I clench my ass in reflex, trapping your fingers in my warm fuck canal. Distracted, the scissor loosens up even more, my arms reaching down, looking for the ropes as support.

DAEMON JAKE:
My finger is taking its toll on your tight ass, I groan with pleasure as I feel your hold weakening! I yank my head free, grabbing an ankle with one hand as you start to drop and hooking your leg over the top rope. Turning this moment to my advantage, I pop my fingers free of your ass, hop up on the bottom rope and position my cock to slide inside your hole. "Shoulda watched what position you put yourself in bitch!" I grin, using my arms to hook your legs in a modified Boston crab-esque hold to keep you in place, thick leaking 10 incher pressing at your hole.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
You can manage to free yourself from my scissor and you pull your head out, I’m hanging in the ropes, watching with panic as you hook my legs around the top ropes and get me into position for another breeding. “FUCK!! NOOO!” You step on the bottom rope and I feel your thick cockhead on my asshole. „No!!! No!!!“ I grunt out as you’re about to pound my ass one more time and try to knock my hole out.

DAEMON JAKE:
”I got you bitch! You’re DONE!” thrust my hips forward as I pull back on your legs, my big dick drilling into your already well-lubed up hole. The crowd goes wild as they see me taking it to the big muscle stud one more time and I growl low as I start to thrust hard and fast. Edging closer to the win and that gets me worked up to cum...can feel my load building as I let loose completely, growling like an animal while I powerfuck you in the ropes once more. "CMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON FUCKERRRRRRRR!" I howl as I shoot inside you again!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I'm moaning and grunting in the ropes as you drive your steel cock into my weakened asshole. My own cock flopping up and down on my abs, eventually gushing out some precum as the crowd watches my muscle body on full display getting manhandled in the ropes. It's almost impossible to flex my hole as it's already feeling sore. My body feels battered and the blood is rushing to my head more and more. Your thick cock blows the third load into my ass, filling me up one more time. "UGGHHHH Fuuu Fuuuck!" I moan as my own cock hardens from the pounding. The ref pushes you back. "JAKE DID IT AGAIN! HE DUMPED ANOTHER LOAD IN ROB'S ASS!" The ref steps closer to check my hole. My outer ring is twitching, trying to clench as good as possible. "NO LEAKING! READY TO FIGHT!" I'm not sure if I should be relieved as I feel my hole burning already, but I'm no one who gives up. I slide down the ropes on the apron. Thinking about a way to get back into the match.

DAEMON JAKE:
I glare at you in disbelief, your bussy not ready to give in yet. I lurk around as you slide down the ropes and I move back, ref pushing me out of the way. I pace back and forth, hungry for the win and feeling like it's close...my body's covered in a sheen of sweat and my cock is glistening with your ass juices and my cum loads. "Gonna punish your ass again Rob, you can't take much more of this can you!?" I taunt, eyeing you like a hungry wolf. Once the ref reaches the final count for the break, I come barreling across the ring at you, ready to finish you.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I pull myself up on the ropes as I see you coming at me again. "Focus Rob..." I think to myself...It's hard to catch a clear thought. Your cock is flopping from side to side. A bit of that mix of cum and ass juice dripping on the canvas. I just passed the middle rope as you're right in front of me and I push myself inside the ring, aiming my shoulder into your guts as I'm trying to catch you off guard and knock you on your back with me on top of you.

DAEMON JAKE:
”UGH!” Moving at full speed, your shoulder to my guts has me grunting and doubled over in pain, but I keep enough presence of mind to hook your head as I fall back and turn my fall into a swift DDT that cracks your skull into the canvas. “BOOM BITCH!” I can feel my ass twitching from trying to keep your loads intact after that core hit, but manage just barely. I slide out from under your prone body, getting to my feet.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I drive straight into your body but you catch my head under your arm and turn my spear into a DDT, driving me face first into the canvas. THUD! “Ugh…fu…fuck…” The ring shakes and the crowd gasps as my body flops around and I lay on my back, blurry vision, head is spinning and I can feel my asshole twitching between my cheeks.

DAEMON JAKE:
Scenting the win, I grab one leg of yours and lift up, lashing out with a kick to the back of your quad before dropping down to lock on a modified spladle, your legs wishboned wide, hole exposed and my hard pumping 10 incher pressing up against your wet hole. "That’s it champ. Let's see how much more you can take!" I growl as I DRILL into your hole once more.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
I just took the third breeding and it seems that I'm too battered to think of a strategy again. You grab my leg and spread my crotch wide. My twitching hole on full display for a moment before you push your cockhead against it. It's no big deal anymore to enter and I find myself once more in a humiliating fuck position. Too weak to fight back...but my moans almost die out the cheering of the crowd. “UGH….OH GOD…NO!!”

DAEMON JAKE:
”YEAH I’M YOUR GOD BITCH!!!” I plunge into your depths once more, going for another breeding in hopes of finally taking the win! Ref is up in our shit watching, crowds cheering wildly. I pant and moan as I work up another orgasm, my body replenishing my spent loads again...so close....FUCK....GONNA....ARGHHHHH my orgasm hits like a tidal wave, body arching up in a tight spasm as I push deep inside you, unloading another cum dump into you, going for the KO FUCK!

Fire off two last vicious thrusts after I cum, another orgasm wave hitting me back to back!

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
There's not much I can do as you control my muscle body, holding me up and plowing my hole with hard strokes. You can see my body flex and twitch, trying not to blow but you work me like a bitch until my cock is suddenly spewing again as you fuck another cumshot out of me, spraying all over the mats just one moment after you blow me up with your final load, finishing my hole with your cock. I feel my abs bloat as you pump the cum inside me and as you pull out again, my ass still pointing up, my hole starts gaping and squirting your cum back out, like a fountain, massive amounts of thick white juice running down my taint and balls as the ref calls for the bell. DING DING DING! "THAT'S IT! JAKE DEFEATS ROB'S ASS! THE CHAMPION IS DEFEATED!!!" The announcer screams into his microphone as I am pretty much motionless on the canvas, rolled up and squirting cum out of my ass.

DAEMON JAKE:
”FUCK YEESSSSS!!!” I shout and immediately collapse onto my back, gasping and chest heaving as I not only take the win, but also fuck a load out of you in the doing. GodDAMN this stud is one helluva tough fight. I groan and lay there, relearning how to breathe after such a brutal and lengthy battle.

ROB HUNTER-KANE:
My ass bred with 4 cumshots, my head is still spinning and the whole crowd is watching me used like a bitch. I drop to the side and pant deep. I almost collapse again on the canvas, I'm totally exhausted after losing this title match. But this wasn't the last time I fought this stud....And next time he will pay for that...

Published: 2026-02-01, viewed 358 times.